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

The atmosphere inside the bus instantly became lively.

Jiang Che leaned against the back of the seat with one hand, the two of them extremely close. The scent of mint mixed with the air conditioning in the car filled Song Yuqi's breath.

Song Yuqi's back was pressed against the car window, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Who's jealous!" Song Yuqi retorted, reaching out to push his shoulder. "Stay away from me, don't spread your scandals to me."

Jiang Che didn't move. He lowered his eyes, looking at the little dog with its fur standing on end, and a smile slowly spread across his face.

"Why did you smash the bottle if you weren't jealous?"

He reached out his other hand, picked up the crushed water bottle, and waved it in front of her.

"Did this bottle offend you?"

"Can't I say it was a slip of the hand!" Song Yuqi turned her face away, forcing herself not to look into his eyes that could suck people in.

The three groundhogs in the front row even slowed their breathing at that moment.

Chen He frantically tossed Lu Han around with his elbow, his voice low.

"It's over, it's over, Old Jiang is really going to eat people alive this time. Look at this oppressive aura, Yuqi can't handle it at all."

Deng Chao took out his phone, turned on the front-facing camera, and used the reflection to peek at the activity in the back row. "Shut up, watch the show."

The carriage was eerily quiet. Wu Zheng, at the front, clutched his tablet, barely daring to breathe. This was a real, explosive moment, a million times more exciting than anything written in the script.

Jiang Che casually tossed the mineral water bottle into the net bag next to him.

Instead of backing away, he lowered his body even further.

"Slip of the hand."

"Song Yuqi, at least come up with a decent excuse. Where did that murderous aura go? Why are you such a coward now?"

His words provoked Song Yuqi, and her temper flared up again.

She turned her head and met his gaze directly.

"Why would I be a coward! I just can't stand the way you flirt around!"

Song Yuqi gritted her teeth, "You're the exclusive leading lady, huh? You're being specially promoted, huh? Fine, let her sing the opening song for you, and I'll be your backup dancer. I won't steal the spotlight."

That was such a sarcastic remark that the whole carriage smelled like Shanxi aged vinegar.

Jiang Che stared at her for a few seconds.

Just when Song Yuqi thought he was going to continue to shut her up with his words, he suddenly sighed, straightened up, and went back to his seat.

Fresh air rushed in again, but Song Yuqi felt an emptiness in her heart.

She thought he was angry.

As a result, Jiang Che leaned back in his chair, took out a mint from his pocket, slowly unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

"That drama..."

"Dilraba was able to play the role because she was the only one who could handle it at the time."

"Those 'pretty faces' that the investors put in can't even recite their lines properly. Why should I let them ruin my script?"

Song Yuqi was stunned.

Is he... explaining something?

Jiang Che turned his head, looked at her dazed expression, and tapped the armrest of the chair.

"As for those songs, it doesn't matter who sings them, as long as the price is right."

"But things are different now."

Jiang Che's voice deepened, revealing an undeniable certainty.

"Now, I only sing the songs I want to sing to the people I want to sing."

Song Yuqi was completely bewildered by his words.

What does it mean to "sing only to the people I want to sing"?

She fiddled with the drawstring of her hoodie, and the sour feeling in her heart inexplicably dissipated.

This man always talks like that, slapping her and then giving her a sweet treat, and she just happens to fall for it.

Song Yuqi muttered softly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"You have to write that song on the spot, write one that no one has ever sung before."

She wanted to say, "Let's write our story."

"Okay, I'll write it down now," Jiang Che readily agreed.

Chen He, sitting in the front row, couldn't hold back any longer and turned around to interject, "Old Jiang, that's not fair of you. We just begged and pleaded with you to write a song, and you completely ignored us."

"You agreed to Yuqi's every word? That's such a blatant double standard!"

Lu Han chimed in, "That's right! Don't they even respect us brothers?!"

Jiang Che lifted his eyelids and glanced at them.

"Any objections?"

"No, no." Deng Chao quickly pressed Chen He's head back down. "Master Ci, please continue, we'll pretend we didn't hear anything."

A burst of laughter erupted from inside the carriage.

Song Yuqi buried her face in her collar, her ears turning bright red. These people are so annoying, why are they making such a fuss?

She secretly glanced at Jiang Che.

He was leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips.

The bus drove into the city and stopped downstairs at the hotel.

Everyone took their room keys and went back to their rooms to rest.

I'm flying to Beijing tomorrow morning to prepare for the concert, so tonight is a rare moment of leisure.

It's 11 p.m.

After taking a shower, Song Yuqi lay on the bed in her pajamas, scrolling through her phone.

Their names are all over the trending topics list.

#JiangCheSongYuqiReturnsToChina#

#Wuha's Domestic Concert First Stop in Beijing#

#Follow-up to the bungee jumping kiss#

She clicked into a fan group where people were enthusiastically discussing the concert's setlist.

"I bet a bag of spicy strips that Lyricist Ye will definitely write a new song for Yuqi!"

"Absolutely! With that doting look in his eyes, as if he wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand, how could he let her sing songs that others have sung before?"

Song Yuqi rolled around on the bed while looking at the comments.

She touched her lips; the kiss on the bungee jumping platform was still vividly imprinted in her mind.

My phone vibrated twice; a WeChat message had come in.

Jiang Che is a pig: [Come out, I'm on the rooftop terrace.]

Song Yuqi jumped up from the bed.

Why would you ask her to go to the balcony in the middle of the night?

She walked to the wardrobe, pulled out a thick knitted long coat, wrapped it around herself, and slipped out of the room quietly in her slippers.

The typhoon hit the rooftop very hard.

Jiang Che was wearing a long black trench coat and leaning against the railing smoking.

The red cigarette butts flickered in the night.

He turned around when he heard footsteps.

Song Yuqi was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, her hands in her pockets, and walked over slowly.

"Why are you up here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Are you asking me to come here and starve?"

Jiang Che stubbed out the remaining half of his cigarette in the nearby trash can and turned to look at her.

"I can't sleep." He gestured to the wicker chair next to him. "Sit."

Song Yuqi walked over and sat down, looking at him.

"Have you come up with any ideas for the songs for the concert?" Jiang Che asked.

Song Yuqi shook her head: "You're the producer, why are you asking me this?"

Jiang Che chuckled softly.

He sat down on the wicker chair next to her, his long legs casually stretched out.

"I have to ask for your opinion before writing a song for you."

These words, when they reached Song Yuqi's ears, were like a small brush, tickling her heart.

"Well..." Song Yuqi thought for a moment.

"I want a sweet song, preferably one that people can immediately tell from the sound that it's written for me."

Song Yuqi almost blurted out the word "we," but quickly corrected herself.

Jiang Che turned his head and looked at her flustered appearance.

"So what if you know it's us?" He bluntly broke the ice. "Afraid of it being made public?"

Song Yuqi panicked.

"Who's afraid! I'm afraid your fans will tear me apart. Look at the scene at the airport today, anyone who didn't know better would think you were about to ascend the throne."

"They can't tear you apart." Jiang Che looked at the city lights in the distance. "They can't wait for us to get together."

The wind scattered his words into the night sky, yet each word landed on Song Yuqi's heart.

She looked at the man's profile; his jawline was sharp, and his nose was high and straight. He always managed to say the most irresistible things in the most understated tone.

"Jiang Che," Song Yuqi called his name.

"Um?"

"Are you this nice to everyone?"

She couldn't help but ask the question that had been hidden in her heart for so long.

Jiang Che turned his head.

He gazed at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"If I were this nice to everyone, there wouldn't just be you standing on this terrace right now."