62: Chapter 62 If you dare touch my people, I'll tear your sky apart!

The last shred of calm barely maintained at the dining table shattered completely after Song Tianhao's words.

No one could actually eat anymore.

Park Hyomin stared at the noodles in her bowl that had swollen up, her fingers unconsciously twirling her chopsticks.

Kim Taeyeon put down her soup spoon, the handle clinking crisply against the rim of the bowl.

The others also stopped moving, their gazes focused on Song Tianhao, or perhaps, involuntarily glancing toward the television in the living room that Jang Se-hoon's assistant had hurriedly turned on.

The TV volume was turned very low, but the clear and rapid voice of the entertainment news anchor still pierced everyone's ears like fine needles:

"... This morning, multiple intimate photos suspected to be of Star Entertainment Song Tianhao with members of his girl groups T-ara and Girls Generation at a private Villa on Jeju Island have caused an uproar online.

The photos were taken during last night's storm; the image quality is relatively blurry due to lighting issues, but the figures' outlines and some interactions are still recognizable... Currently, the related terms have rapidly climbed to the top of the trending lists on major social media sites, sparking intense discussion among netizens..."

Real-time trending search terms scrolled at the bottom of the screen: #Song Tianhao's Jeju Island Night Meeting# #T-ara and Girls Generation Privately Meeting President# #Song Tianhao and Park Hyomin Hugging# #Song Tianhao and Kim Taeyeon Sharing a Bed?# #Star Entertainment Hidden Rules Suspicion#

With every scroll, the faces of those at the dining table turned a shade paler.

Especially when words like "hidden rules" and "sharing a bed" appeared, Park Hyomin gripped the armrests of her wheelchair tightly, her knuckles trembling slightly from the force.

Kim Taeyeon lowered her head, her long hair falling to cover her side profile, but the hand resting on her knee was clenched tightly into a fist.

Park So-yeon pressed her lips into a thin line, while Jessica Jung subconsciously bit her lower lip.

Even the usually most lively Im Yoona kept her mouth shut tightly, all color drained from her face.

The TV screen cut to that set of "nine-grid" photos.

Although they were lightly blurred, those familiar with them could still recognize them at a glance.

The back view of Song Tianhao carrying Park Hyomin upstairs in candlelight, his silhouette as he crouched in the corridor to treat the wound on her knee, the moment Park Ji-yeon rushed into the room crying, the warm light seeping from the master bedroom, and his silhouette standing at the doorway...

And that most ambiguous image: in the early morning hours, under dark light, two hands reaching out from under the quilt, tightly clutching the corner of his clothes.

The shooting angle was deliberate, the lighting blurry, and it was full of suggestive implications.

"The photos were posted by an anonymous account at 5:07 this morning; within three hours, they have been reposted over 100,000 times, and the related topic's view count continues to soar..." The anchor's voice held no emotion, but every word struck at the heart, "Star Entertainment has yet to make an official response regarding this.

It is reported that Song Tianhao himself, along with some members of T-ara and Girls Generation, are currently vacationing on Jeju Island. The area did indeed experience a storm and a minor earthquake last night, so it cannot be ruled out that this was a normal act of mutual aid between staff or friends.

However, the level of intimacy shown in the photos exceeds the scope of a general working relationship, triggering public questioning once again regarding power dynamics within the entertainment industry..."

"Click."

Song Tianhao picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

The noisy sound ceased abruptly, leaving only suppressed breathing in the living room.

He put down the remote and picked up his phone; the screen displayed a detailed report and screenshots of online public opinion sent by his assistant.

He scanned through them quickly, his expression unchanged, only his eyes were calmer than before, like a frozen lake.

"The press release from the PR department, send it as I say." He said to the other end of the line, which hadn't hung up yet, his voice not loud but every word clear, "The core points are two: One, acknowledge the authenticity of the photos, but emphasize that it was accidental mutual aid during a sudden natural disaster.

Two, express strong condemnation for the acts of malicious photographing, distorting facts, and spreading false information, and state that we have already called the police and will pursue legal responsibility.

The tone must be firm, the stance clear; there is no need to explain in a subservient manner, we are the victims."

"Yes, President!" Chief Li's voice on the other end of the line was still tense, but seemed to have calmed down slightly due to having clear instructions.

"Also," Song Tianhao added, "have the monitoring team specifically mark those marketing accounts and so-called 'industry insiders' who are leading the incitement and using the most vicious language.

Organize their historical posting records, especially evidence of their collusion with CJ and S.M.

By the way, check whose PR department started work earliest this morning, and whose internet trolls are the most active."

"...Understood!" Chief Li's voice had a bit more ruthlessness.

Hanging up the phone, Song Tianhao raised his eyes and looked at the anxious people at the dining table.

His gaze swept over each young and pale face, finally landing on Jang Se-hoon.

"Sehun, contact the airport, arrange the fastest flight route, and apply for flight priority.

We are returning to Seoul as soon as possible."

"Yes, President!" Jang Se-hoon immediately agreed and started making calls.

"Everyone else, the matter has already happened, panicking is useless.

Remember what I just said: before the official statement is released, everyone must remain silent.

Do not log into private social media accounts, and do not respond to any inquiries."

Song Tianhao's voice sounded steady, carrying a strange, calming power, "If any reporters or 'friends' call, transfer them all to the company's PR department."

"Hyomin, Taeyeon," he looked at the two injured people sitting in wheelchairs, "your injuries require professional re-examination.

Eunjung, your head also needs to be checked again.

Once the flight route is arranged, the three of you, along with Soyeon, will leave with me in the first batch.

Everyone else, wait for subsequent flights or company-arranged cars."

The named individuals nodded.

Park Hyomin and Kim Taeyeon's complexions still didn't look good, but at least they were no longer as devastated as before.

Park So-yeon gave a soft "Mm," but her eyes were somewhat unfocused, and her fingers were unconsciously swiping across her phone screen, seemingly waiting for some news.

The atmosphere remained heavy, but Song Tianhao's methodical arrangements were like a stabilizing anchor, slightly steadying the boat that was about to capsize.

At least everyone knew what to do next.

However, the storm seemed to feel this was not violent enough.

Just as Jang Se-hoon was contacting the airport and Song Tianhao was lowering his head to type quickly on his phone, sending the specific points for the press release to the PR department, a piercing phone ringtone suddenly exploded in the silent living room.

"Ring-ring—!"

It was Park So-yeon's phone.

Park So-yeon seemed startled, her hand trembling, and the phone almost dropped to the floor.

She glanced at the caller ID, and her face turned even paler in an instant, looking even worse than when she had seen the trending search earlier.

The name jumping on the screen was "Little Sister".

She glanced at Song Tianhao, her eyes filled with panic and pleading, as if asking "Can I answer it?".

Song Tianhao nodded slightly.

Park So-yeon took a deep breath, walked to the window slightly away from the crowd, answered the phone, and lowered her voice: "Hello? ..."

From the other end of the phone came a girl's voice, full of crying, urgency, and anger.

Even though Park So-yeon covered the microphone with her hand, the sound still faintly leaked out: "Unnie! Mom, Mom's heart condition has flared up again! Just now, just now she fainted! The ambulance... the ambulance just arrived..."

"What?!" Park So-yeon's voice rose sharply, filled with disbelief, panic, and fear.

She swayed, almost losing her footing, but fortunately held onto the wall next to her.

Her face drained of all color in an instant, her lips trembling, and tears rolled down without warning, "Mom... how is Mom now? Which hospital is she at?..."

Everyone in the living room heard her changed voice and suppressed sobbing.

The hearts that had barely calmed down due to Song Tianhao's composure rose to their throats again.

Jeon Boram and Lee Qri immediately looked at her with concern, and Park Ji-yeon was so anxious she wanted to stand up.

Song Tianhao's brows finally furrowed.

He put down his phone and looked sharply at Park So-yeon.

Park So-yeon could no longer care about anything else.

Listening to her sister on the other end of the line incoherently describing their mother being put into an ambulance and the critical situation, she felt the world spinning.

The monstrous malice on the internet, the fan arguments, the uncertain future... in the face of the news of her mother's sudden serious illness, these instantly became insignificant.

She bit her lip hard to keep herself from crying out loud, but tears fell like broken beads, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Finally, she hung up the phone.

As if she had exhausted all her strength, she held onto the wall and turned around with difficulty to look at Song Tianhao.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her face covered in tear tracks, her lips trembling, wanting to speak several times, but unable to utter a complete sound.

"Pr-President..." She finally squeezed out a sound, broken and desperate, "My mom... my mom she..."

There was no need to finish; everyone understood.

Misfortunes never come singly.

The scandal storm hadn't subsided, and a family crisis had arisen, and it was the most fatal kind: a health crisis.

"Which hospital? What's the situation?" Song Tianhao's voice remained stable, but his speaking speed was a bit faster.

"The emergency room at Seoul St. Mary's Hospital. The doctor said my mother has an acute myocardial infarction and needs surgery immediately..." Park So-yeon choked, almost unable to continue, "But... but Mom's blood type is RH-negative, and the hospital said the blood bank doesn't have enough reserves for now..."

RH-negative blood, panda blood.

In an emergency surgery, this meant greater risk and time pressure.

The air in the living room seemed to solidify into ice.

Even Jang Se-hoon, who was still whispering about flight arrangements, stopped what he was doing and looked over with concern.

Everyone knew what this meant.

Online violence can be managed by PR, public opinion can be guided, but a loved one's life hanging by a thread, and potentially delayed treatment due to a rare blood type... this was no longer just the infighting of the entertainment industry, but a matter of life and death.

Park So-yeon leaned against the wall, her body slowly sliding down as if she were about to collapse.

Jeon Boram and Lee Qri hurried forward to support her.

She covered her face, and suppressed sobbing leaked through her fingers, filled with helplessness and fear.

Just at this moment, Song Tianhao's phone rang again.

It was Chief Li again.

"President!" Chief Li's voice carried new anger and anxiety, "CJ Entertainment's official account just released a statement! Although they didn't name names, every word was implying us!"

"They said something like, 'Deeply concerned about certain unhealthy trends in the entertainment industry recently, calling on industry peers to jointly purify the environment, maintain a healthy development space for artists, and oppose any form of power-for-sex transactions and improper relationships'! Several media outlets with good ties to them have already reposted it, and are still stirring up trouble!"

Kicking you while you're down. And doing it at your most embarrassed and vulnerable moment, stabbing you in the heart again, while still putting on a sanctimonious act.

At the dining table, several of the younger members were so angry their eyes were red. This is bullying!

Song Tianhao listened to the phone call, his face expressionless, though the chill in his eyes deepened. He pulled at the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible, cold smile.

"Understood." He said only three words and hung up the phone.

Then, under the gaze of everyone—some worried, some angry, some desperate—he picked up his phone again, but it wasn't to call the PR department, nor was it to call any media.

Song Tianhao's fingers moved quickly across the screen, appearing to log into some system.

His expression was focused and calm, as if everything around him—the crying Park So-yeon, the angry crowd, the news that might still be broadcasting on TV, the kicking while down by CJ Entertainment—temporarily ceased to exist.

He entered an interface that required a complex password. The background was dark blue, with some complex charts and constantly jumping data streams, and a line of small text at the top: [Special Blood Type Emergency Allocation Network - Authorization Level: S].

No one understood what that was, but that "S" level designation, along with the absolute composure and certainty in Song Tianhao's movements, made everyone unconsciously hold their breath.

A dozen seconds later, he exited the interface and dialed another number. The call was answered almost immediately.

"Seoul St. Mary's Hospital, Emergency Department, Ms. Park, RH-negative blood, acute myocardial infarction, requires immediate surgery." Song Tianhao's voice was steady, without a wasted word. "I will handle the blood source. Tell me how many units you need and what time it must arrive."

The person on the other end seemed to freeze for a moment, then an urgent and authoritative inquiry came through.

While listening, Song Tianhao signaled Jang Se-hoon to hand over paper and a pen, and he quickly recorded a few numbers and time points.

"Good. The first batch of matched blood will be delivered to your blood bank within 30 minutes. The follow-up backup will be coordinated within one hour. Surgery can be prepared immediately; do not wait." Song Tianhao's tone was not a negotiation, but a notification.

"Yes, yes! Thank you! Thank you so much! We will prepare for surgery immediately!" The voice on the other end was full of excitement and disbelief.

After hanging up, Song Tianhao looked at Park So-yeon, who had stopped crying and was staring at him blankly. Tears still clung to her face, and her eyes were red and swollen, but a faint light called hope had ignited within them.

"Your mother's blood source is resolved." Song Tianhao's voice was not loud, but it exploded like a thunderclap in the silent living room. "The surgery will proceed immediately. Now," he paused, his tone unquestionable, "go pack up; we are going to the airport immediately. I will take you back to Seoul."

Park So-yeon's tears surged out once again, but this time, they were mixed with the ecstasy of finding a way out of a desperate situation, unbelievable gratitude, and deep lingering fear. She nodded vigorously, unable to speak through her sobs, and stumbled toward the upstairs room, supported by Jeon Boram and Lee Qri.

Song Tianhao turned to Jang Se-hoon: "Flight path?"

"Coordinated, President! We take off in one hour, flying directly from Jeju Airport to Gimpo. It's the Gulfstream G550; we've applied for priority takeoff clearance. There is simple medical equipment on board to handle the injured." Jang Se-hoon spoke quickly.

"Good." Song Tianhao nodded, then scanned the others. "Im Yoona."

"Yes! President!" Im Yoona stood straight immediately. Although her eyes were still a bit red, she had tried her best to calm her expression.

"After we leave, I'm leaving the Villa to you and Jang Se-hoon. If any reporters ask, keep the story consistent: members were accidentally injured due to the storm and need to return to Seoul urgently for professional treatment. Know nothing else."

He looked at Ham Eunjung, who still had gauze wrapped around her forehead. "Eunjung, assist Im Yoona, and take good care of yourself and everyone else."

Ham Eunjung nodded heavily, her eyes firm: "Rest assured, President."

"Everyone else, follow the arrangements of Jang Se-hoon and Eunjung, and wait for further notice from the company. Keep communication lines open, but do not contact the outside world for now."

Song Tianhao took one last look at the people in the living room, each with different expressions. His gaze paused for a moment on the pale but trying-to-be-calm faces of Park Hyomin and Kim Taeyeon, then swept over Jessica Jung, Sunny, Tiffany Hwang...

Every young face was written with worry and anxiety, but it seemed that because of his calmness and the unfathomable "power" he had just displayed, they gained a bit of a backbone.

He didn't say anything more, turned around, and said to Jang Se-hoon: "Arrange a car to the airport. Notify the flight crew to prepare some painkillers and blankets."

One hour later, at Jeju International Airport, the private jet tarmac.

A black van drove in low-key and quickly, avoiding the general passenger area and driving directly to a streamlined white private jet. On the tail of the plane, the Sky Entertainment logo shone brightly in the sun.

But at this moment, on the side of the fuselage near the cabin door, several large, dark blue characters, clearly just spray-painted and still emitting a faint smell of paint, were even more eye-catching: "Sky Medical Rescue Plane".

Song Tianhao was the first to get out of the car. He had changed into a dark casual suit, his expression calm. Next, Jang Se-hoon and an assistant helped Park So-yeon down. Her eyes were still red and swollen, but her emotions had stabilized a lot; she was just clutching her phone tightly, looking down at it from time to time.

Then came Park Hyomin and Kim Taeyeon, who were pushed down in wheelchairs. Both were wearing hats and masks, covering most of their faces, but their exposed eyes revealed exhaustion and solemnity. Accompanied by a company medic and two assistants.

In the distance at the airport, some reporters and paparazzi who had received the news were holding long-focus lenses, trying to capture images, but were politely but firmly blocked outside the cordon by security personnel. They could only take blurry photos of the figures and that unique plane from afar.

Song Tianhao did not board the plane immediately. He stood at the bottom of the airstairs and gave final instructions to Jang Se-hoon, who had come to see him off, and to Ham Eunjung, Im Yoona, and others who were staying in Jeju Island to handle the aftermath.

"Eunjung, I'm leaving this to you. Take good care of everyone, and take good care of yourself." Song Tianhao looked at Ham Eunjung; the gaze under the gauze on her forehead was steady and reliable.

"Yes, President. Rest assured." Ham Eunjung nodded.

"Im Yoona," Song Tianhao looked at Im Yoona again, "Remember my words: only say what should be said. As for the rest, wait for me to return to handle it."

Im Yoona nodded vigorously, her small hands balled into fists: "I know, President!"

Song Tianhao's gaze swept over the flashing lenses and moving heads in the distance again. His eyes were calm and waveless, yet seemed to carry a certain cold meaning. He turned to his assistant and whispered an instruction.

The assistant froze for a moment, then showed a look of realization mixed with a bit of excitement, and nodded vigorously: "Understood! President!"

After giving the instructions, Song Tianhao did not linger. He turned around, supported Park So-yeon, and was the first to board the airstairs. The medic and assistants carefully pushed Park Hyomin and Kim Taeyeon's wheelchairs up as well. The cabin door slowly closed.

The plane taxied on the runway, accelerated, and soared into the blue sky.

Shortly after the plane left the ground and began to climb, it did not immediately fly toward Seoul, but instead made an elegant large circle over the airport, flying at a very low altitude, and slowing down slightly.

On the ground, all the reporters and paparazzi were stunned, then more frantically raised their cameras, aiming at this "abnormal" plane.

The sunlight shone on the white fuselage without obstruction. The line of large, dark blue characters, "Sky Medical Rescue Plane," was incredibly clear in the lenses, and even seemed extra striking and dazzling because of the low-altitude flight and the special angle.

"Medical rescue?" "Sky Entertainment's medical rescue plane?" "Isn't it a private jet? How did it become a medical rescue plane?" "Shoot! Take more photos! Headline! It's definitely a headline!"

The reporters discussed excitedly, the sound of shutters rising one after another.

This private jet, spray-painted with the words "Medical Rescue," at this moment when scandals were flying, CJ Entertainment was kicking them while they were down, and public opinion was questioning "power-for-sex transactions," flew over everyone's heads at a low altitude in such a near-declaratory posture, before adjusting its direction and speeding toward the north.

Inside the cabin, on a soft leather seat, Park So-yeon gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white. When the plane leveled off and the flight attendant signaled that seatbelts could be unfastened, her phone screen finally lit up. A new message popped up, from her younger sister who was waiting at the hospital:

[Unnie! The blood has arrived! It really arrived! So many bags! Mom has already entered the operating room! The doctor said the blood supply is very sufficient, and the surgery will start immediately! That's great! That's great, Unnie!]

Park So-yeon stared fixedly at those lines, her tears breaking the dam again, but this time, it was pure joy and gratitude for surviving a disaster. She covered her mouth, her suppressed sobs exceptionally clear in the quiet cabin.

Park Hyomin and Kim Taeyeon, sitting opposite her, exchanged a glance across the aisle and saw complex emotions in each other's eyes. Worry, lingering fear, and a hint of a deeper, unspeakable flutter for the man who was currently sitting in front, expressionlessly watching the sea of clouds outside the porthole.

Song Tianhao took a glass of ice water handed to him by the flight attendant. He didn't drink it, just held it in his hand, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cold cup wall. Outside the window, the sea of clouds churned, and the sunlight was dazzling.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze seeming to pierce through the cabin and the clouds, landing in a certain direction. Then, he raised the cup, took a sip, and his Adam's apple rolled. What he swallowed didn't seem to be water, but some kind of cold determination.

Song Tianhao's lips curled into an arc, and he thought fiercely in his heart: "Chairman Lee Jae-hyun, if you dare to touch my people, I will pierce through your sky!"