The door clicked open, and before she could speak, she heard sobbing coming from inside.

"mom?"

Lin Yue quickly went over and, sure enough, her mother was surrounded by wads of tissues, her face streaked with tears. Her eyes, already swollen beyond recognition, were now even more unsightly.

“Yueyue, don’t blame your dad. Our Lin family can’t compare to the Shen and Qi families. We had no background before and started from scratch. It’s my fault for being useless. Now I can only watch you suffer.”

Lin's mother turned around, and as soon as Lin Yue looked up, she saw her eyes, which were swollen like walnuts.

Instantly, a wave of heartache and sadness washed over me.

The Lin family is in this state now entirely because of that Qi Jiu!

"Mom, don't worry, this will all be over soon."

She promised.

Lin's mother, whose vision was blurred, didn't notice the expression in her precious daughter's eyes at all. She simply nodded and told her daughter to go back to her room.

Once back in her room, Lin Yue posted the words "I'm sorry" under her previous post. Before anyone else could see it, she immediately deleted the post.

They moved very quickly.

She looked at her homepage, which was completely unmarked, and smiled strangely.

The apology has been made, the photos have been deleted, is that all? Is this matter over? Well, there's another matter.

Thinking about it, she tapped the number at the top of her contact list that had no name on it.

"Hello? This matter can be brought forward, and do it well." Before saying anything more, she hung up the phone.

Then he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his smile sinister.

Qi Jiu? Just wait until you're completely disgraced.

On the other side, Qingmai Entertainment.

Wanzhou's newest agent, Han Xin, entered the dance studio dressed in a professional suit and high heels, making a 'clack-clack' sound.

The dance studio was quiet, but you could still hear Wan Zhou's panting; she looked exhausted.

Han Xin looked up and saw a figure sitting in a corner of the dance studio.

The man was dressed in sportswear, with a towel around his neck. He looked exhausted, and even his sitting posture was somewhat casual.

"Warrior, I need to confirm a few things with you regarding the upcoming schedule. Are you dead? If not, let me know."

Although Han Xin is not very old, she has been in the industry for a long time and has managed some famous artists in the industry. However, she has now been recruited by Qi Jiu.

In addition, she also admired Wanzhou, so she went along with it.

She held the documents and glanced at the person in front of her who hadn't moved.

Wan Zhou didn't even look up, just squeaked.

Han Xin nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, as long as they're not dead."

Bai Mang, who was passing by, thought: "..." What kind of devilish conversation is this?

This is the interview room.

As an idol, Wan Zhou not only didn't change the color of her blonde hair, but also dyed the black hair that grew out at the roots.

She looks radiant and beautiful.

He had just returned from a variety show and was still wearing stage makeup, which was a bit heavier than usual, but it still couldn't hide his handsome face.

Facing numerous reporters, Wanzhou remained calm and composed.

What are your thoughts on your new work, "Pity"?

Wanzhou looked at the reporter who asked the question and smiled.

“I really like ‘Pity’. Although the song may seem a bit sad to outsiders, it perfectly reflects my life. Looking at it is like seeing another version of myself.”

How many people in this world can truly empathize?

Fortunately, he now has "Pity". Fortunately, he also met Miss Qi and other people who helped him.

"Ms. Wanzhou, we heard that the composer of 'Pity' is Q, an internationally renowned composer who has retired from the music industry. We would like to know if you have met Q in person?"

The reporter's voice was tentative and cautious.

After she finished speaking, Wan Zhou did not answer immediately. Instead, she glanced at Qi Jiu, who was in the audience, from behind the reporters.

Laughing happily.

"It's an honor to have met you."

Upon hearing this, the reporters in front of Wanzhou all looked at each other, seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

Q has been out of the public eye for a long time, but so far, people's understanding of her is still limited to Q, because this person never shows up in public and does not accept any advertisements or programs.

"Ms. Wanzhou, can we ask if Ms. Q is male or female?"

This is a very small question, but many people want to know the answer.

The reporter's eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement. If Wanzhou revealed even a little bit of information about Q today, it would definitely be explosive news!

This is definitely a headline story!

Wanzhou, holding the microphone, was taken aback. She slowly raised her eyes and glanced at the people in the crowd. Seeing the other person nod, she understood what level of interview today was.

It looks like the top-ranked match will be trending tomorrow.

The reporters standing by, seeing that Wanzhou remained silent, assumed it was hopeless. Just as they were about to sigh, they heard a voice.

"She is a beautiful lady."

Reporters: "!!!"

He answered? He answered? Madam? Madam!

"You...you mean Q?"

Some reporters couldn't believe it and even asked a question in return.

Wanzhou looked at the young reporter and smiled brightly, "Of course, it wasn't you who asked me about my Q?"

Having received the prepared answer, many reporters at the scene visibly began fiddling with their phones, and Wanzhou smiled.

Looks like Weibo is going to explode tomorrow.

Very good, this is very much in line with Miss Qi's status.

There are still questions being interviewed here, but there are clearly fluctuations, or rather, abnormal fluctuations.

The reporters were initially delighted to receive Q's information, but now, after seeing something, they all looked worried and their expressions changed drastically; some even started whispering among themselves.

The hushed discussions grew louder and louder.

Sitting in the middle, Wan Zhou answered reporters' questions while observing the changes in the people around her. Although she still had a smile on her lips, the emotions in her eyes had changed quite a bit.

"Thank you, Professor Wanzhou."

The reporter, who had just finished the interview and hadn't even had time to wipe the smile from his lips, heard someone whispering in his ear, and for some reason, his expression changed.

He became just like the reporters next to him.

Looking at Wanzhou, her expression was no longer one of joy, but rather one of complexity.

We finally managed to get this interview, and now look what's going on.

Meanwhile, Qi Jiu had already noticed the gazes of the surrounding reporters and subconsciously reached for her phone.

She looked at the photos above and raised an eyebrow.

"Still as brainless as ever."

It's unclear who this statement is actually referring to, but the disdain in the words is palpable.

Taking advantage of his height, Qi Silin looked down at the photos on the girl's phone, his brows furrowing instinctively.

In the photo, although the boy is wearing a mask, his blond hair is very eye-catching, and his figure and way of walking make it easy to tell that this is Wan Zhou without much guesswork.