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Mo Qinghuan didn’t have the energy to be moved by Liang Yi’s concern. She instinctively glanced at the door and said, “I’m fine, you can leave now.”

His sudden intrusion, without notifying anyone beforehand, could easily be caught by the reporters outside the Lu family. If that happened, the media would surely blow it out of proportion, which would only add fuel to the fire rather than help her.

But Liang Yi had come all this way; he wasn’t going to leave so easily. He stepped forward, looking at Mo Qinghuan’s pale lips with a pained expression, and shook his head, “Qinghuan-Jie, when I first started out, you helped me so much, allowing me to make a name for myself in the music industry. Now that you’re in trouble, I can’t just stand by and do nothing. I want to help you.”

He understood why Mo Qinghuan was trying to send him away, but he was determined not to leave. His stubborn gaze met hers, conveying his resolve.

Huo-Jie, standing nearby, couldn’t help but chime in, “Qinghuan, I know you don’t want to trouble Liang Yi, but he’s no longer the young boy who needed your help. He’s successful in music now, with many fans who adore him. If he can lend a hand, it would surely be a great help to us, wouldn’t it?”

“Huo-Jie, how can you not understand me?” Mo Qinghuan frowned, feeling a headache coming on. “I’m tired and need some rest. Please, both of you, just go.”

Clearly exhausted, Mo Qinghuan asked Huo-Jie and Liang Yi to leave. As she headed upstairs, she glanced at Liang Yi and continued, “Liang Yi, I appreciate your kindness, but there’s no need to help. The best thing you can do is nothing at all. Just ignore this matter, like other celebrities in showbiz, and that would be the greatest help to me.”

“Wait.” Liang Yi rushed forward, blocking her path. His eyes, still filled with the stubbornness of a young boy, looked at Mo Qinghuan’s troubled face as he asked:

“Does my help not bring you comfort, but instead become a burden and torment? Why? Has Qinghuan-Jie started to dislike me?”

Mo Qinghuan looked at Liang Yi’s face and sighed. Even though Liang Yi had always been obedient and considerate in front of her, he now seemed determined not to give up without an answer. The tense situation made Huo-Jie stomp her foot in frustration.

Finally, unable to withstand Liang Yi’s persistence, Mo Qinghuan spoke, “It’s not about liking or disliking. It’s just that I’m already in enough trouble, being criticized and cursed by the media and netizens. I don’t want to give them more excuses to insult and humiliate me. Do you understand now?”

As Mo Qinghuan walked away, no one could truly understand the bitterness she felt. She refused Liang Yi’s goodwill simply to avoid giving people more reasons to gossip. How she wished she could quickly get Lu Yucheng out of this mess! But how could it be so simple?

Huo-Jie saw Liang Yi still staring in the direction where Mo Qinghuan had disappeared and couldn’t help but step forward to comfort him, “Liang Yi, try to understand Qinghuan. She’s not intentionally speaking to you in that tone. It’s just that…”

“Don’t say another word, Huo-Jie. Even if I were to resent the whole world, I would never be angry with Qinghuan-Jie,” Liang Yi said with a slight smile, his gaze growing resolute as he looked at Huo-Jie.

“But Qinghuan-Jie doesn’t want me involved in this matter. I can’t just ignore her words. Knowing how difficult her situation is, if I turn a blind eye and focus only on my own life, wouldn’t that be selfish and cruel? Regardless of whether anyone else in showbiz is willing to help, I, Liang Yi, refuse to be ungrateful.”

Seeing Liang Yi’s determined promise, Huo-Jie felt a surge of comfort. No wonder Mo Qinghuan valued him; not only was he thriving in his career, but his character was also commendable. She patted his shoulder and said, “I thank you on behalf of Qinghuan, Liang Yi. Thank you for not abandoning her when she was most helpless, and for always believing in her innocence. But you know Qinghuan’s temperament; she has her reasons for not wanting you involved. To avoid causing her further trouble, you should listen to her, alright?”

With those words, Huo-Jie also left the Lu family, wanting to give Mo Qinghuan enough time to rest and recharge. She also needed to continue sending people to find the whereabouts of that private detective. Only by finding him could the truth be revealed, and Lu Yucheng might be released from prison.

Late at night.

Liang Yi was still practicing dance at the company. Despite being drenched in sweat, gasping for breath, and his muscles aching and weak, he refused to stop. It was as if he wanted to exhaust himself to the point of not thinking about Mo Qinghuan’s pained expression from the afternoon.

His agent noticed the lights still on in the dance studio and thought the staff might have forgotten to turn them off after work. To his surprise, he found Liang Yi there.

He immediately approached and reminded him, “It’s so late! Have you been practicing alone for four or five hours? Are you crazy? If this intense practice injures you, have you considered the potential losses?”

“Leave me be,” Liang Yi said, ignoring the agent’s attempts to stop him, continuing to practice even more tirelessly than when he first debuted.

But the agent knew Liang Yi wasn’t just practicing; he was punishing himself, likely because of Mo Qinghuan’s situation. With a sigh, the agent couldn’t help but ask, “So, you visited Qinghuan-Jie this afternoon, and she wasn’t doing well?”

“Yes,” Liang Yi finally turned off the music, sitting on the floor, breathless, and asked the agent with disappointment, “I once thought that if I succeeded, I could protect those I wanted to protect. But in the end, I’m still useless, unable to help Qinghuan-Jie out of her predicament. How did I ever deserve Qinghuan-Jie’s support? How did I deserve the love of so many fans?”

“Liang Yi, you mustn’t think that way. Your success today is the result of your hard work, step by step. You’ve come so far, do you really want to give up?” As a colleague from the same talent agency, the agent was also concerned about Mo Qinghuan. But he had followed the majority, staying out of the situation, fearing that getting too close to Mo Qinghuan might bring trouble.

Seeing Liang Yi’s despondent look now, the agent sighed helplessly, “I know you want to help Qinghuan-Jie, but the prerequisite is that you can’t abandon your career. Otherwise, who would want to be used by a pauper? Don’t you agree, Liang Yi?”

His words seemed to remind Liang Yi. He furrowed his brow, looking at the agent, and said, “Investigate the whole matter discreetly. I can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. Qinghuan-Jie is definitely not a murderer, and Mr. Lu couldn’t have done such a thing either. But Shen Meng-Jie’s death is so bizarre, it makes one wonder if someone is manipulating everything behind the scenes.”

“Alright, Liang Yi. As your agent, since you want to help Qinghuan-Jie, I’ll support you all the way. I’ll start arranging the investigation right away.”