I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

The bus was so quiet that only the engine could be heard.

Jiang Che turned his head, shifting his gaze from Wu Zheng's old face back to the hand Song Yuqi was holding onto.

"Want to go?"

Song Yuqi nodded, "I want to go."

Jiang Che glanced at the dark circles under her eyes. "You've been working non-stop for half a month, and you can still sing?"

"Yes!" Song Yuqi loosened his sleeve, sat up straight, and said, "With you here, what do I have to be afraid of?"

That's a statement made with absolute certainty.

Deng Chao, sitting in the front row with his back to them, was twitching his shoulders, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

Chen He buried his face in the cushion, pretending not to hear.

Jiang Che looked at her for a few seconds and sighed.

He raised his hand and tucked the pillow that she had been using to prop up her face back to her side.

"OK."

Jiang Che turned to Wu Zheng: "If she wants to go, then let's do it."

Wu Zheng's face immediately brightened, and his smile stretched almost to his ears.

"Alright! With the lyrics master's word, it's settled! See you in Beijing in two days!"

As soon as Wu Zheng finished speaking, he grabbed his tablet and rushed back to the front row.

The atmosphere on the bus became lively again.

Chen He slammed his hand on the back of the seat in front of him: "Old Wu, don't get too excited yet. A concert needs at least twenty songs; are you going to pay the copyright fees?"

Deng Chao chimed in, "The copyright fees for those hit songs these days aren't low, and for some songs, even if you have the money, they might not be willing to pay."

Wu Zheng pretended to be dead and ignored him.

Lu Han kicked Chen He's seat from the back row.

"Brother He, did the wind in Seoul make you confused?"

Lu Han raised her chin and gestured towards the last row, "We have a mobile copyright library on this bus, so you're not worried about not having songs to sing?"

Chen He paused for a moment, then slapped his forehead: "How could I have been so careless! How could I have forgotten about that!"

Wang Mian took out his phone and opened the music app's trending chart.

"Look at this, nine out of the top ten songs on the chart have lyricist Ye Ye's name listed as the lyricist and composer. Copyright is just a matter of a few words, isn't it?"

The carriage immediately erupted in chaos.

Everyone started chattering about the song titles.

"We absolutely have to play 'Sunny Day'! It won a Golden Melody Award last year!" Deng Chao shouted as he turned around.

Lu Han scrolled through the famous screen: "Sun Yanzi's 'Green Light' is also good. This song has a good atmosphere and is suitable for opening a concert."

Chen He turned to Song Yuqi and said, "Yuqi, you're the lead singer this time. Hurry up and pick a few songs so we can finalize the setlist."

Song Yuqi leaned back in her chair, holding an unopened bottle of mineral water in her hand.

The plastic bottle made a cracking sound as she squeezed it.

She stared at the rows of familiar song titles on Wang Mian's phone screen.

These songs are indeed popular, and the melodies are catchy.

But when she looked at the original singers' names next to those song titles, she felt a tightness in her chest.

These songs were all tailor-made by Jiang Che for other people.

Each song carries someone else's story and bears their mark.

She didn't want to sing.

She wanted to sing a song that belonged only to her and Jiang Che.

Even if it's just one song, as long as it comes from the journey of the two of them, that's enough.

Song Yuqi leaned back in her chair and turned her gaze to the window.

The street scene outside rushed past.

"The original singers of those songs have already set the style, so if I sing them again, people will only compare them."

Song Yuqi's voice was stiff. "I can't sing with that feeling."

His words were barbed, and his sourness was palpable.

The carriage fell silent.

Lu Han and Deng Chao exchanged a glance, smiled, and said nothing.

Jiang Che leaned back in the chair next to him, his hands crossed in front of him.

The little girl left him with the back of her head, and her ears were taut.

Jiang Che realized what she was worried about.

Having sung together on stage so many times these past few days, she has grown increasingly averse to works that bear the imprint of others.

However, he didn't intend to expose her.

Jiang Che reached out and pressed down on the phone that Wang Mian was holding.

"Alright, stop being picky."

Jiang Che spoke, interrupting the busy work of the people in front of him.

Chen He turned his head: "Lyricist, if we don't choose what to sing, what should we sing? We can't just leave her standing there staring blankly, can we?"

Jiang Che looked at the back of Song Yuqi's head and reached out to pull down the hood of her sweatshirt.

Song Yuqi was forced to turn her head, glaring at him: "What are you doing!"

"You don't like any of my songs?" Jiang Che asked casually, drawing out the last syllable.

Song Yuqi gritted her teeth and retorted, "I don't look down on them. The stories in those songs have nothing to do with me. I can't relate to them."

Jiang Che looked at her self-righteous yet aggrieved expression and chuckled briefly.

"Can't get into character?" Jiang Che tapped the armrest of the chair twice. "You're quite difficult to please."

Deng Chao was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh.

"Grandma, if you're going to quit now, Old Wu might jump off the bus! What exactly are you trying to sing?"

Song Yuqi didn't look at Deng Chao; her gaze fell on Jiang Che.

"I don't know, my mind is a mess right now, I can't think of anything."

She didn't explain herself clearly.

But the meaning is already clear.

She wanted him to write it down on the spot.

Write about her, write about him, write about them.

Jiang Che rested his elbow on the armrest and turned his head to look at her unwilling yet stubborn appearance.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

His gaze passed over Song Yuqi and went straight to the front row: "Old Wu."

Hearing the voice, Wu Zheng poked half his head out from the gap in the seat, his face beaming: "I'm here, Master Ci. What are your instructions?"

"Since it's a concert, just the few of us singing won't be enough to fill the space. Have you considered inviting a few special guests to enhance the atmosphere?"

Wu Zheng slapped his thigh, his eyes shining like searchlights: "Great idea! We can invite the original singers of some hit songs to help us out! The buzz will definitely double!"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the carriage instantly turned cold.

Song Yuqi's shoulders, which had been leaning against the back of the chair, straightened up.

Please ask the original singer?

Most of the original singers on the list are female singers, and they have all had in-depth collaborations with Jiang Che.

She gritted her teeth and turned to look at Jiang Che: "Who is Producer Jiang planning to invite?"

The people in the car might not know about Jiang Che's network of connections in the industry, but Lu Han did.

He glanced at Jiang Che furtively; the man opposite him remained calm and composed.

Lu Han swallowed hard. Seeing Jiang Che's expression, his promise was confirmed.

Then, he stole another glance at Song Yuqi.

At this moment, Song Yuqi's expression was calm, but her gaze remained fixed on Jiang Che.

Does she know that woman too?