Just as Yu Hai was racking his brains over how to punish the culprit, Su Yucheng—the very person on his mind—was gripped by panic and internal conflict.
Contrary to what Yu Hai suspected, Su Yucheng had not released the song because he thought the crime was airtight.
It was simply that the situation had truly spiraled out of his control.
Earlier, Su Yucheng’s team had started hyping up his upcoming album release long in advance.
Yet, with less than a week left before the scheduled release date, the album recording was still not finished.
Left with no choice, Su Yucheng had to cancel several commercial gigs and rush back to Sucheng to work overtime.
On the night of July 5th, after arguing with his secret girlfriend, he drove out in a bad mood to clear his head.
Taking advantage of the night, he drove his convertible, letting the evening breeze wash over him while drinking. Gradually, his mood relaxed, and as the alcohol went to his head, his driving speed inevitably crept up.
By the time he came to his senses, he had already run a red light and sent two pedestrians flying.
The shock of it sobered Su Yucheng up instantly.
Almost instinctively, he put on a face mask and a cap before stepping out of the car to check.
To his horror, the middle-aged man who had been sent flying died on the spot, while the teenager shielded by the man was unconscious.
With his mind blank and seeing no one around, Su Yucheng snapped back to reality only to find himself already sitting in his car, driving toward his own villa.
From start to finish—whether paralyzed by sheer terror or blind panic—he never once thought of calling the police or an ambulance.
It was only after returning home that Su Yucheng discovered he had picked up the notebook dropped by the victims.
Yet, at that moment, he had no intention whatsoever of going back to return it. Tossing the blood-stained notebook aside, Su Yucheng succumbed to the alcohol, lulled into a fitful, uneasy sleep amidst his inner turmoil and dread.
When his assistant, Xiao Nian, woke him the next morning, he was surprised to find that no police had come looking for him.
Recalling the stretch of road where the accident happened, it was indeed very remote. Perhaps there were no surveillance cameras there at all, or the cameras simply hadn't caught him?
And so, using the excuse of feeling unwell to postpone his recording sessions, Su Yucheng waited another day at home. Discovering that the police still hadn't shown up made him feel slightly more at ease.
On the third day, urged on by his manager, he stepped into the recording studio to record the final track for his new album.
To his utter surprise, the lyric sheet for the final track was not the song he had originally planned.
"What is this?" he asked, looking at his manager in confusion.
The other man smiled warmly at him. "I think this song is even better. We can release it as the album's lead single. I never expected that besides electronic music, you could actually write such a wonderful song, Yucheng."
"Really, with a talent like this, why didn't you bring it out sooner? If Xiao Nian hadn't stumbled across your composition notebook while tidying up your things, just how long were you planning to keep it hidden?"
Su Yucheng was somewhat dumbfounded. Why couldn't a single word of what his manager was saying make sense to him?
"A composition notebook?" he asked blankly.
"Right here!" The manager produced a brown-covered notebook. With a musical note pattern on the cover, it looked like a completely ordinary notebook, the kind that sold online for a dozen yuan or so. The surface had some dark stains—a bit dirty and wrinkled, it looked heavily used.
"This song, *Give You Everything*, is easily the best thing you've written so far. The others are a bit amateurish. Keep up the good work in the future."
Su Yucheng's eyes widened, his body stiffening.
Was this... the notebook he had picked up at the scene of the car accident?
"This isn't..."
Before he could deny it, the manager had already taken the notebook, pushed open the recording studio door, and walked out, leaving behind a parting remark: "Alright, focus on recording. With this song, and some proper promotion from our end, you'll definitely become a renowned talent in the entertainment industry. You really don't know how to take care of things—look how filthy you made it."
Su Yucheng wanted to follow him out and explain that he hadn't written this song.
Yet he opened his mouth, but the denial stuck in his throat.
He couldn't explain where the notebook came from—he could never let anyone know that he had run someone over and killed them.
He stood frozen in place for a long time before forcing himself to calm down. Looking down at the lyrics and sheet music in his hands, he realized that the song was actually quite remarkable—a piece far beyond his own ability to write. If he released it, it would surely become a hit...
Unstoppably, his mind began to race: No one knew he was the one driving. He hadn't called an ambulance; maybe that boy had died later on. If so, would anyone ever know this song wasn't written by him...?
The song was genuinely well-written. If he released it, wouldn't the people who mocked his music as garbage finally eat their words?
If he released this song, his popularity and commercial value would undoubtedly soar once again...
Perhaps driven by luck, perhaps by greed, Su Yucheng ultimately recorded the song and released it as the album's lead single.
Then, on the second day after his album dropped, the police came knocking to inquire about a red sports car registered in his name.
Expecting this and having rehearsed his story countless times in his mind, Su Yucheng calmly replied that it had been stolen. Lacking evidence, the police couldn't search his property and let him off for the time being.
Very few people could afford the sports car he drove, so he had long anticipated that the police would trace the car to him. But as long as they couldn't prove he was behind the wheel, everything else was negotiable.
As a public figure, the police would never dare touch him without evidence.
Another four or five days passed. By now, Su Yucheng had gradually relaxed, feeling as though he could finally sleep soundly.
Perhaps this incident would remain his secret for the rest of his life.
Just to be safe, he even had his studio issue an official statement declaring that the copyright of the song belonged to him, seizing the initiative.
In this parallel world, copyright was everything.
However, what Su Yucheng didn't expect was that just a few days later, the police would come after him once more.
This time, right after he finished a commercial promotional event, the police intercepted him in broad daylight in front of the public. This wasn't just questioning—it was a formal detention, and his assistant and manager were hauled away with him.
Some netizens managed to capture the scene on camera, guaranteeing a feeding frenzy for curious onlookers.