Chapter 16

(Due to modification symbols, the previous chapter was mysteriously blocked and is currently awaiting release...)

Song Wanrou opened her eyes from unconsciousness.

White fluorescent light filled her vision.

She was not lying in a hospital—she was still at home.

The Song Family had a professional private medical team.

They spent millions annually maintaining them, and in an emergency, this was the fastest help Song Mo could contact.

"Awake?"

Song Mo said coldly: "If you want to die, go die after leaving the Song Family. Dying in front of me—is that meant to kill me?"

Though his words remained heartless, Song Mo's heart was filled with complex emotions.

"She really did try to kill herself..."

"Why is Song Wanrou so insane? Just because I ignored her for three days? She never cared about me in the first place..."

Song Wanrou gave a faint, gentle smile, showing no concern for her own body.

She said softly: "Brother, you promised me—no matter how much you hate your sister, if I die in front of you, you'll still treat me as your sister."

"A man keeps his word. Call me sister."

Song Mo's face was grim.

The light in Song Wanrou's eyes slowly faded.

Won't you even forgive your sister, even in death?

She was truly on the verge of despair...

"Sister."

A stiff, cold utterance—but it brought Song Wanrou back from the brink. Her eyes instantly curled into a crescent moon.

Song Mo sighed, grasping Song Wanrou's hand: "I've thought it over. Though I've suffered greatly and harbor resentment, since heaven has given me this chance, perhaps everything can still change."

"Sister, I know you might not understand—but you don't need to understand. Let's just go back to how we used to be."

Song Wanrou's suicide deeply shook Song Mo.

He decided to give Song Wanrou a chance—and himself one too.

His closed-off heart finally cracked open a small gap.

【Still, I remain skeptical. After all, the current Song Wanrou hasn't met Chen Xi yet. People are fickle. Even if she's a good sister now, what about later?】

【In the future, perhaps she'll hate this cold version of me—or mock the self I am now? That's fine. Then I'll truly sever all ties with her...】

Song Mo thought coldly, yet a pair of delicate hands gripped his tightly, making him frown instinctively.

Song Wanrou squeezed until it hurt, speaking each word like a vow.

"Song Mo is Song Wanrou's brother, the person she loves and cherishes most. No matter what happens in the future, right now it's true—and it will never change."

Her gaze was brave and sincere.

It made even the ice in Song Mo's heart tremble.

"Song Wanrou..."

"Ding ling ling..."

The phone rang. Song Mo looked down, avoiding Song Wanrou's burning gaze.

He said: "I'll go answer the phone."

"Go ahead."

Song Wanrou released his hand, her expression relaxed.

Song Mo couldn't help saying: "Don't be stupid again."

"Luckily you didn't cut your artery, and you were at home—the doctor arrived within minutes. Your body's fine; you just passed out from fainting at blood."

"But you still need to rest well. Look at how worn out you've become. I'll take leave these days to care for you. Don't overthink anything..."

After a long lecture, Song Mo couldn't bear the way Song Wanrou looked at him—with eyes shining like stars.

He went out to answer the phone.

After he left, Song Wanrou tucked the blanket between her long, smooth legs and rolled around the bed joyfully, laughing like an idiot.

"Heehee, I knew my brother still cares for me..."

Now that the rift between brother and sister was gone, she and Song Mo were a loving family again!

Song Wanrou suddenly furrowed her brow.

She lay back properly, clenched her left fist to motivate herself.

"Not enough. Such a good brother—I must hold onto him tightly. The lingering doubts in his heart aren't gone yet. I must make him know how much I love him..."

"The revolution is not yet complete—comrades must continue to strive!"

"Song Wanrou, you can do it!"

On the balcony.

Song Mo answered the call—it was Xia Rou.

"Big Boss Song! The data's skyrocketing!"

"I only spent 10,000 on Doujia, and from last night until now, views hit one million! Followers increased by over ten thousand!"

"It's still rising!"

"Big Boss Song, hurry to school—we need to shoot another set of short videos. Ride this momentum and build up this account fast!"

Once a self-media account seizes an opportunity and is properly managed, it can explode in popularity—this is a proven pattern from countless success stories.

Song Mo said: "I won't be going to school for the next few days. I'm staying home."

"You and Xia Yu come over to my place after school when you have time. I'll send you my location in a bit."

"Sure, I'll let my sister know." Xia Rou agreed on her end.

"Oh right, come to my place for dinner tonight. I'll be waiting for you."

"Huh? No need, really, my sister and I…"

"It's settled then."

Not giving Xia Rou a chance to refuse, Song Mo hung up the phone directly.

He took out his phone and searched for his personal account on Kuaidou. The account name was "Moshang Nianshao," and it already had tens of thousands of likes.

The number of followers grew every so often.

The comment section was lively too.

SuperLoveBurgers: Ladies, come gather! Found new fine grain!

A Little Pine Wish: A cold, abstinent hunk is playing piano for me! In ancient times, this would be a treatment reserved for an eldest princess!

MachoMan: Damn, I'm a guy too, aren't my muscles good enough? It's just playing the piano, what's all the fuss…

MissyHasArrived: @Qianxiao @SosoLittleBean @Sexy18yoAuntie @GentleSnow @Nostalgic @GoneWithTheWind @Forever18 @SpringBreezeNoTaste @SuperInvincibleUniverseTyrannosaurusWarrior @DontLookAtMe @Mengxi…

NiceWeather: Is the person above reviewing troops? Why not @ me? Just because we don't know each other?

KKK: This looks kind of familiar. Isn't this the Piano room at Modu University?

The Little Girl Who Sold Nuclear Bombs: This IS the Piano room at Modu University! Our school actually has someone like this?

SuperLoveLiQingzhao: From our school? Calling the troops! Within three minutes, I want every piece of info on this man! @ClearWindDriftingSnow @WhoAreYouSistersWith @SpringRainLikeButter…

Song Mo scrolled through the comments briefly, then exited Kuaidou.

An entertainer pleases the crowd. Though one can rise quickly, in the end one's status is still humble.

He needed to connect himself with something on a higher level—traditional culture, say, or Huaxia pride, or a pillar of the nation…

In other words, being handsome and talented can certainly earn a lot of recognition, but not necessarily respect.

Having traffic and being famous are two entirely different things.

If he were an international piano giant, a singing superstar, a divine physician, a scientific research titan, the pride of the people of Huaxia, someone everyone was proud to call a fellow countryman…

He would become the open, shining Light of Huaguo!

No matter how great one's power or capital, who would dare touch him?

(End of chapter)