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Starry Wishes
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The deafening cheers seemed to shake the entire Star Sea Arena. In the center of the stage, he took a perfect bow, basking in the glory that belonged to a superstar.
No one knew that in the backstage lounge, he was ignoring the glaring photo on the table. The person in the photo was none other than his mother, who had passed away five years ago. On the back, a line was written in red ink: "Do you want to know the real cause of your mother's death?"
"Ha, what a trick," he scoffed coldly, casually tossing the photo into the trash can as if it were nothing more than worthless scrap paper.
In the next moment, he dialed his private lawyer's number, his tone icy: "Activate Plan A. I want the entire Galactic Empire to pay for my mother's burial."
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He suddenly stood up, slamming the crumpled photo onto the table with a loud thud.
"Uncle Wang!"
Hearing Lu Yunting's furious shout, Uncle Wang hurriedly entered from outside. Upon seeing Lu Yunting's pale face and the crumpled photo on the table, he immediately understood something was wrong.
"Young Master, what's wrong? Did those paparazzi write something again…"
"It's not them," Lu Yunting took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner fury. His voice was low as he said, "Someone sent me this."
Uncle Wang cautiously picked up the photo and unfolded it. His face instantly turned ashen.
"This... this is..."
"Say whatever you want; you don't need to hide anything in front of me," Lu Yunting said coldly, though there was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.
Uncle Wang opened his mouth as if to say something but ultimately let out a long sigh instead.
"Young Master, Madam has been gone for five years. You... you shouldn't torment yourself any longer."
"Torment?" Lu Yunting suddenly erupted in anger, slamming his hand on the table so hard that the teacups jumped. "What if her death has another story? What if she was harmed by someone else?"
Uncle Wang fell silent. He knew that Lu Yunting had never let go of his doubts about his mother's death over the years.
"Young Master, I know you are suffering, but... but you are now a public figure, every move you make is under scrutiny. If..."
"Enough!" Lu Yunting suddenly stood up, turning his back, his voice hoarse as he said, "I have made up my mind. I will get to the bottom of this!"
Uncle Wang wanted to persuade him further but was stopped by Lu Yunting's sharp gaze.
"Go, help me contact Star Sea Arena. I want to hold a farewell concert, the bigger the better!"
"A farewell concert?" Uncle Wang looked at Lu Yunting in surprise, seemingly unable to believe his ears. "Young Master, what are you..."
"Just do it. I want those who hide in the shadows to see that I, Lu Yunting, am not a puppet to be manipulated!" Lu Yunting said emphatically, his eyes filled with an unprecedented determination.
Uncle Wang looked at Lu Yunting's resolute back and finally nodded silently before turning to leave the lounge.
In the room, Lu Yunting slowly opened his phone and dialed an encrypted number.
"Help me trace the source of a photo, as quickly as possible!"
After hanging up the phone, Lu Yunting walked to the window, overlooking the brightly lit city, with a cold glint in his eyes.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in a luxurious villa, Zhao Tianlong was sitting in his study, leisurely sipping red wine.
"Sir, why are you doing this? Isn't it too risky?" A man in black stood before him, his tone respectful yet tinged with concern.
"Risky?" Zhao Tianlong put down his wine glass and a cold smile crept across his lips. "In this world, only the dead can keep secrets forever. Moreover," he paused, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes, "I want to see just how much chaos that little bastard can stir up!"
A few days later, news shook the entire Galactic Empire: superstar Lu Yunting was about to hold an unprecedented farewell concert in memory of his deceased mother.
As soon as the news broke, fans erupted in speculation about the true intention behind Lu Yunting's actions.
"Oh my gosh, is Brother Ting going to hold a farewell concert? Is he retiring from the music industry?"
"That can't be! Brother Ting is at the peak of his career; how could he suddenly announce a farewell?"
"Could there be some hidden reason? Is it because…"
Various theories ran rampant, yet Lu Yunting remained silent, fully immersed in the preparations for the concert.
Meanwhile, the Interstellar Hacker that Lu Yunting had secretly contacted also sent word. After their investigation, the source of that photo pointed to an unexpected figure—Interstellar Empire Tycoon, Zhao Tianlong!
"Zhao Tianlong?" Lu Yunting frowned as he looked at the information on his phone. He had never met Zhao Tianlong, so why would this person send him such a photo?
He opened Zhao Tianlong's detailed profile and discovered that over the years, Zhao Tianlong had presented himself as a philanthropist, donating countless sums and building numerous Hope Primary Schools and interstellar hospitals. His public image was nothing short of flawless.
"A philanthropist?" Lu Yunting scoffed. He knew all too well that in this world, the more glamorous the surface, the deeper and darker the hidden secrets often were.
His intuition told him that Zhao Tianlong's charitable acts were merely a facade to establish a positive image and conceal his nefarious schemes!
A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Lu Yunting's eyes.
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