Yu Menglong didn’t choose to die at 37—endless airport hops, then grey walls in his final livestreams, now rumors of confinement and starvation at 77 Cultural Park B4 echo Qiao Renliang’s tragic end and Huang Xiaoming’s rumored presence, making “No More Bet” on Netflix feel like a chilling prophecy. th

“We Are Yu Menglong”: Endless Grief After a 37-Year-Old Star’s Death and a Growing Cry for Justice

BEIJING — Yu Menglong never chose to die at 37. He traveled constantly—airport to airport, city to city—sharing his talent and warmth with millions, until the final two years when his livestreams featured only cold grey walls staring back at the camera. On September 11, 2025, he fell from a building in Beijing; police ruled it an accident caused by intoxication, with no criminal involvement, a conclusion his mother publicly supported. But the rumors refuse to die: he was supposedly held at 77 Cultural Park B4, starved in darkness until the end.

The pain echoes another tragedy—Qiao Renliang, who died in 2016 under Tian Yu Media. Officially a suicide linked to depression, the case is being re-examined online with claims of physical abuse and Huang Xiaoming’s alleged presence at the scene. Huang, a household name, remains dogged by unproven rumors of ties to shadowy corporate networks. Together, the two deaths have become a wound that won’t heal for fans.

The Netflix film “No More Bet”—a harrowing true-story depiction of Chinese workers trafficked into overseas scam operations—now feels prophetic to many, as if it accidentally exposed the same mechanisms of control, exploitation, and disposal that may lurk inside China’s glittering entertainment industry. Grief has turned to action: boycott calls are spreading rapidly, small protests are taking place abroad, and fans have pushed Yu Menglong into the top ranks of TC Candler’s “100 Most Handsome Faces of 2025” with tributes reading “Gentle soul that deserved better” and “In loving memory.”

“We are the only voice left for Yu Menglong,” one supporter wrote online. Despite police crackdowns on rumor-spreaders and firm denials of foul play, the sorrow remains raw and collective. These are not just individual losses—they represent a generation of young stars who shone brightly, then vanished too soon. How many more will be silenced before the darkness is dragged into the light? The demand for truth grows louder every day.