Send them a lawyer's letter
Having brought very little with him, Song Zicheng packed quickly. In no time, he had arranged his and his brother's belongings neatly. The clock in the living room ticked once, the sound much louder than the usual ticking of the minute hand. Song Zicheng glanced at his phone; it was ten o'clock.
"Are you coming back for lunch?" Song Zicheng sent a message to Lu Zhiyan.
"I'm not coming back."
"good."
Just as Song Zicheng finished sending the message "Good," he was about to go to the kitchen to check if there were any vegetables in the refrigerator when his phone rang again.
"Did anything happen to you while you were working part-time at the bar recently?"
Upon seeing this message, Song Zicheng was completely bewildered. He didn't know why Lu Zhiyan had changed the subject so quickly. Without thinking too much, he told the truth: "A few days ago, someone named Zhao Huaizhen came to me and said he was from an entertainment company and wanted to sign me as an artist, but I refused."
Several minutes passed after Song Zicheng sent the message, but Lu Zhiyan did not reply. He shrugged, walked towards the kitchen, and as expected, the refrigerator door was empty the moment he opened it.
He put on his down jacket and mask and was about to go to the nearby vegetable market to buy groceries when he got to the door. Then he remembered that Song Zian was still there. He stood there for a moment, then walked to the small room and knocked on the door.
"Zi'an, your brother is going out to buy groceries now. You stay in the room. I'll be back soon. Call your brother if you need anything."
He had barely finished speaking when Song Zi'an ran out from inside, hugged his waist, and looked up at him, saying, "Brother, I'll go with you."
Song Zicheng squatted down and patted his head: "It's cold outside, and the market is far from here. Stay home, your brother will be back soon, be good."
Song Zi'an didn't speak, looking unwilling, and tightened his grip on Song Zicheng's waist.
Song Zicheng noticed his younger brother's unease. It was understandable that such a young child would feel scared and nervous being left alone in an unfamiliar environment.
Song Zicheng gently patted his younger brother's back and said in a gentle tone, "Then put on your clothes properly, and wear your mask and scarf."
Upon hearing this, Song Zian's unease gradually subsided. He smiled and nodded, then turned and walked into the house.
"Knock knock knock"
At that moment, a knock sounded on the door.
Song Zicheng, who was squatting on the ground, frowned and walked to the door. He looked through the peephole and saw Uncle Liu, who had taken him home last time, standing outside the door.
Song Zicheng immediately opened the door and greeted him, "Uncle Liu."
As soon as Uncle Liu saw him, he smiled broadly and said, "Little Song, I've come to bring you some things." With that, he lifted the full bags he was carrying in both hands. Seeing this, Song Zicheng quickly stepped forward and took them with both hands.
"Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Liu. Please come in and sit down; it's cold outside."
Uncle Liu chuckled in response. The moment the door closed, Song Zi'an, already dressed, came out of the room. His smiling face stiffened when he saw Uncle Liu on the sofa. He tilted his head and slowly stepped forward, staring at Uncle Liu with wide eyes.
Uncle Liu heard the noise in the room, turned around, and saw a cute boy with big eyes looking at him. The boy was fair-skinned and dazzlingly white, but upon closer inspection, it was not hard to see that his whiteness was sickly.
Uncle Liu smiled at Song Zi'an, then beckoned him over, but Song Zi'an didn't move, standing there staring at him.
Song Zicheng, who had just finished putting the vegetables down and came out of the kitchen, happened to see this scene. He took Song Zian's hand and walked to Uncle Liu. "Zian, this is Liu~", Liu what? Song Zicheng paused.
"Grandpa Liu, you call me Grandpa Liu," Uncle Liu said first.
Song Zian looked up at Song Zicheng, and when Song Zicheng nodded at him, he turned his attention back to the person in front of him and said in a childish voice, "Hello, Grandpa Liu."
"Hello, hello, what's your name?" Uncle Liu asked, leaning forward.
"My name is Song Zi'an."
"Zi'an, take off your clothes, mask, and scarf. Grandpa Liu just brought us some groceries, so we don't need to go out."
"Oh, okay." Song Zi'an obediently took off his clothes by himself. Song Zicheng took the clothes and put them in the room. When he came out, he saw Song Zi'an sitting on the sofa, chatting quite well with Uncle Liu, who had a kind face. The nervousness on his little face was no longer visible.
"Uncle Liu, you can have lunch here. I'll go cook now," Song Zicheng said, heading towards the kitchen.
"No need, I have something to do at noon, I won't eat here," Uncle Liu stood up from the sofa, bent down and looked at Song Zi'an and said, "Zi'an, Grandpa Liu is leaving now, I'll come to visit you again next time."
"Okay, goodbye Grandpa Liu."
Goodbye, Uncle Liu.
It was just the two of them for lunch. Song Zicheng cooked two simple dishes, one meat and one vegetable, plus a tomato and egg soup. He controlled the quantity very well, and the two of them finished everything on their plates.
After finishing their meal and washing the dishes, Song Zicheng played with his younger brother in the small room full of toys for a while. Both of them were a little tired after walking around and tidying up all morning. After Song Zian fell asleep, Song Zicheng went to the guest room.
He lay on this bed, both strange and familiar. There was a faint fragrance in the blankets, similar to Lu Zhiyan's scent—a light citrus aroma that wasn't overpowering but rather made one feel comfortable.
Not feeling sleepy yet, Song Zicheng opened his phone and looked at it sideways. He hadn't checked it all morning and didn't know how far things had progressed. When he opened a certain app, he saw that the trending topic that had been firmly at the top was now gone, and all the information and comments about him online had also disappeared. All the information, trending topics, and posts had mysteriously vanished, making Song Zicheng feel as if it were all a dream.
After a morning of worry and fear, Song Zicheng could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't know why the trending topic disappeared so quickly, but he was very grateful. The hype only lasted for half a day. He was just an ordinary person, not a top celebrity. The netizens were just having a passing fancy.
As his tense expression gradually relaxed, Song Zicheng felt his eyelids getting heavier and his blinking speed slowed down. Before he knew it, he gradually lost consciousness.
"President Lu, all online posts and comments about Mr. Song have been deleted, and the usernames of those netizens who maliciously spread private information have been recorded," Cui Junyu said, standing in front of his office.
"Contact a lawyer and send them a lawyer's letter," Lu Zhiyan said, leaning back in his chair and taking a drag of his cigarette. "Get me Zhao Huaizhen; I need to see him alone."
When Lu Zhiyan said this, his eyes revealed a fierce glint. The smoke rings he exhaled slowly rose into the air and dissipated, wave after wave of smoke obscuring Lu Zhiyan's face, making it difficult to see clearly. In the dim light, the furious, teeth-gritting expression on Lu Zhiyan's face was faintly visible.
When Song Zicheng opened his eyes, it was already past three o'clock. He had slept for too long, and when he woke up, his head was dizzy and painful. He picked up his phone and sent a message: "Brother Wang, I won't be going to sing for the next few days. I'll go after this storm has passed."
Wang Shu replied quickly. Without even thinking, he knew the bar would be packed with people. They could even find out the address. With so many people waiting downstairs, Song Zicheng's part-time bar must already be overflowing with people. Although he had already thought of this, he still searched online. Sure enough, he would have to wait until these few days had passed.
Song Zicheng walked to the window and pulled back the curtains. Although the afternoon sun was no longer so strong, the warm sunlight felt comfortable on his face. He stretched and stood on the windowsill for a while, lost in thought.
"Brother, let me help you," Song Zian said as he walked into the kitchen and looked at Song Zicheng, who was washing vegetables.
"No need, brother can manage on his own. You go watch some TV."
Song Zi'an frowned, touched the tip of his nose, and said with some confusion, "TV? Where's the TV? I didn't see it."
Song Zicheng paused while washing vegetables, then realized that there was only a sofa and a dining table in such a large living room, so where was the TV? He put the vegetables in the basket, turned off the tap, and went to the guest bedroom. When he came out, he was holding a tablet.
He turned on the tablet and connected it to the internet. "Use the tablet to watch. Remember, when you watch, keep a distance from the screen and sit up straight, understand?"
Song Zi'an nodded happily: "I understand, brother."
On the way back to his apartment after the meeting, Lu Zhiyan stared intently at his phone, a slight smile occasionally playing on his lips. Upon closer inspection, he noticed two people sitting in the center of the screen, one older and one younger, looking at a tablet in front of them. Lu Zhiyan zoomed in on the screen with both hands, and the clear monitor showed that the tablet was currently showing "Boonie Bears".
Lu Zhiyan released his finger, and the screen returned to normal. Suddenly, his eyes turned to the side, and he saw that the dishes on the dining table were already set out, steaming hot.
The deserted apartment seemed to gain warmth at this moment, making people feel a sense of comfort. In this still and uninteresting scene, Lu Zhiyan stared at it in a daze for a long time before he came to his senses. He felt his eyes slightly moist, which reminded him of the scene when his mother was still alive, which was also so warm.
With a "beep," Lu Zhiyan opened the door and walked in. Song Zicheng didn't react to the sound, but silently got up and walked towards the kitchen. Song Zi'an heard the sound, turned off his tablet, turned his head, and said with a smile, "Uncle Lu, you're back."
Lu Zhiyan responded while taking off his coat. When he came out after washing his hands, Song Zicheng had already set out the bowls and chopsticks: "Let's eat."
Song Zicheng had a good grasp of the cooking time. The food on the table was neither too hot to eat nor too cold, but still warm. He served Lu Zhiyan a bowl of milky white fish head tofu soup.
Actually, Lu Zhiyan smelled a delicious aroma in the air as soon as he opened the door. He hadn't eaten much at noon and was quite hungry. The fish soup looked delicious, so he took a sip and said, "It's good."
“I also think the soup my brother makes is delicious,” Song Zi’an repeated.
Song Zicheng didn't speak, but took Lu Zhiyan's empty bowl and asked, "Want another bowl or some rice?"
"Another bowl, please."
Lu Zhiyan scooped the soup from the bowl with a spoon, looked at Song Zicheng's face, and said, "The information online is gone."
"Yes, I saw it."
“I have already hired a lawyer for those who maliciously spread my privacy.”
Upon hearing this, Song Zicheng, who was picking up food with his chopsticks, stopped. He picked up the fallen food again, raised his head, frowned, and stared at Lu Zhiyan's face for a few seconds, as if he was seriously considering what he had said.
Lu Zhiyan looked at Song Zicheng, who was staring intently at him, leaned closer, and asked, looking at Song Zicheng's thick eyelashes, "What's wrong?"
After a second or two, Song Zicheng looked away and said softly with his head down, "It's nothing."
Lu Zhiyan was still looking at him, her eyes filled with anticipation, as if she were waiting for something.
Song Zicheng looked at Lu Zhiyan sincerely and said with heartfelt gratitude, "Thank you."
Upon hearing these three words, Lu Zhiyan seemed satisfied. He raised his eyebrows and gave a relaxed and joyful "hmm."
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