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

Dilraba's breathy "I won't let you have that" reached Song Yuqi's ears.

Song Yuqi felt a sudden blankness in her mind.

Before she could retaliate, Dilraba had already stood up straight, raised an eyebrow at her, and turned around to pull open the soundproof door.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud came from outside the door.

Chen He, Deng Chao, and Lu Han, like three sacks tied together, lost their support and tumbled in from outside the door, rolling around in a heap.

"Ouch, my back!" Chen He clutched his back and rolled on the ground.

Dilraba, wearing high heels, nimbly stepped over Chen He's lap, casually took off her sunglasses, and smiled at the three people on the ground.

"Brothers, you need to practice your eavesdropping skills."

After saying that, she stomped her high heels and walked gracefully out of the corridor.

Song Yuqi stood in the room, looking at the three people groaning on the ground, and then at Jiang Che sitting in the chair, calmly twirling a pen. She was furious.

She walked over and slapped the lyric booklet in her hand heavily on Jiang Che's chest.

"Practice singing!"

Jiang Che took the notebook and couldn't help but laugh as he watched her sullen figure walk into the inner room.

The puppy is about to bite.

2 PM, Rehearsal Hall No. 1.

The rehearsals for the Five Ha concert have officially begun.

After finishing her magazine shoot, Dilraba changed into a loose white tracksuit, put on a baseball cap, and arrived at the rehearsal hall right on time.

She didn't come empty-handed.

An assistant carried two large bags of Starbucks and distributed them inside the venue. Dilraba herself took two cups and walked straight to the control panel.

Jiang Che was wearing half an earphone, pushing the audio track on the mixing console.

"Senior brother, take a break."

Without even saying hello, Dilraba pressed a glass of iced Americano against Jiang Che's cheek.

Jiang Che turned his head away from the ice, took off his headphones, and accepted the coffee.

He didn't even look at the cup, just stuck in the straw and took a sip.

"Ice is too little." Jiang Che said casually, staring at the computer screen.

Rebal pulled up a chair next to him and sat down, crossing his legs.

"Stop it, drinking so much ice in the middle of autumn, don't you want to ruin your stomach? I told the staff to put less ice in."

These few lines of dialogue didn't contain a single ambiguous word.

But this kind of skill, this natural sense of control, is a hundred times more effective than simply sticking up to someone and saying sweet nothings.

Jiang Che didn't refute. He pushed Reba's cup of coffee further in to prevent her from spilling it on the keyboard when she bumped it with her elbow.

Dilraba looked at the scattered sheet music on the control panel, curled her lips in disdain, and reached out to help him organize the pages one by one, stacking them neatly in order.

"You haven't broken this bad habit of leaving sheet music lying around for years."

"Don't change my order, or you won't be able to find it later." Jiang Che pressed her wrist and pulled the sheet music back.

The movements were extremely natural.

This kind of tacit understanding can't be developed in less than a few years of friendship.

Song Yuqi, sitting on the sofa in the rest area, almost gritted her teeth to pieces watching.

She was holding a bottle of mineral water, the plastic bottle already braided into a mess from her squeezing.

Chen He brought over his coffee and plopped down next to Song Yuqi.

He followed Song Yuqi's gaze toward the control panel, and smacked his lips as if enjoying the spectacle.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Yuqi, your position as the main wife is teetering on the brink of collapse."

"Look at Dilraba's style, that's what it means to subtly influence people!"

Deng Chao leaned closer and whispered, adding fuel to the fire.

"Did you hear that 'Senior Brother'? That title, that bond, is very strong."

Lu Han chimed in, adding insult to injury: "And look at Lao Jiang, he gets annoyed whenever anyone touches his things, but when Dilraba pressed an ice cup against his face, he didn't even say a harsh word."

These three old men, each with a single sentence, completely shattered the lingering resentment in Song Yuqi's heart.

The acidic liquid was bubbling out.

Song Yuqi's gaze was fixed on the control panel.

She had a crush on Jiang Che for ten years.

For the past ten years, she has cherished him like a god in her heart, and dared not even get close to him.

But what about Dilraba?

He stayed up all night with Jiang Che, ate boxed lunches together on set, and argued with investors.

The depth of companionship is what truly tests one's endurance.

She wasn't jealous of Dilraba's popularity; she was jealous of the years Dilraba had with Jiang Che.

While she could only frantically search for Jiang Che's name in front of the screen, Dilraba was actually by Jiang Che's side.

This contrast is heartbreaking.

Song Yuqi slammed the mineral water bottle in her hand heavily onto the coffee table.

"Bang!"

Hearing the noise, Jiang Che looked over the computer screen from the control panel.

Song Yuqi didn't flinch, but met his gaze directly.

Jiang Che only glanced at her for two seconds before looking away and continuing to discuss the audio track issue with Dilraba.

Okay, that's really good.

Song Yuqi stood up and walked out of the rehearsal hall without saying a word.

"Hey, Yuqi, where are you going?" Chen He called out.

"Toilet!"

Song Yuqi pushed open the heavy soundproof door, and the cool air from the corridor blew in, slightly calming the anger in her head.

She leaned against the sink and splashed cold water on her face.

Looking at myself in the mirror.

Song Yuqi, be more ambitious.

They're just guests here to help out, why are you making such a fuss?

She took a breath, pulled out a tissue to wipe her face, and turned to walk out.

She stopped as soon as she turned the corner of the corridor.

Jiang Che leaned against the windowsill at the end of the corridor.

He wasn't smoking; he was fiddling with a lighter in his hand, opening and closing the cap with a crisp "click."

They were clearly waiting for someone.

Who are we waiting for?

Who else but her?

The fire in Song Yuqi's heart ignited again in a different form.

She walked over and stopped a step away from him.

Without saying a word, he lifted his foot and lightly kicked the edge of Jiang Che's sneaker with the tip of his shoe.

Jiang Che lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes looking at her.

"Are you over it now?" he asked, his voice nonchalant, as if he had seen through everything.

"Why would I be angry?" Song Yuqi crossed her arms and raised her chin slightly, pretending to be quite serious.

"I'm so grateful that a big star like him is helping out for free."

Jiang Che put the lighter back in his pocket, straightened up, and took half a step forward.

The distance between the two instantly closed, and Song Yuqi could smell the faint bitterness of coffee on him, mixed with that familiar minty scent.

"Really?" Jiang Che looked at her. "Then why were you squeezing the bottle just now?"

Song Yuqi looked away and stared at the drawstring on the collar of his hoodie.

"Senior brother."

She deliberately emphasized those two words, and the sourness in her tone was impossible to hide.

"Your voices sound really good, Producer Jiang. You two seem to be working together quite well."

"How about I buy a seat in the first row at the concert and hold up a light stick for you guys?"

Jiang Che couldn't help but let out a short laugh.

This little dog, when it gets jealous, it bites without even looking where it's going to bite.

"Back in the film crew, I was in charge of helping her with her acting, and she got used to calling me that," Jiang Che explained. "It's just a name, and you can't stand it?"

Song Yuqi persisted.

On what grounds?

Why does Dilraba get a special title, while she has been secretly in love for ten years and still doesn't even have a definite identity?

In a moment of impulsiveness, she became increasingly audacious.

Song Yuqi took a half-step forward, her shoe tip almost touching Jiang Che's shoe tip.

She tilted her head back, meeting Jiang Che's gaze, and asked, word by word.

"She calls you 'Senior Brother,' so what should I call you?"

That's a very direct question.

It directly pierced a large hole in the ambiguous window between the two.

The atmosphere in the corridor suddenly became ambiguous.

Jiang Che lowered his eyes, looking at the stubborn yet slightly aggrieved face in front of him.

He didn't dodge.

Jiang Che lowered his head and moved even closer.

So close that Song Yuqi could feel his warm breath on the tip of her nose.

His gaze fell on her lips, then slowly moved to her eyes.

Those eyes, which always exuded indifference and ease, now shone with an extremely aggressive light.

"What do you want to call me?"

Jiang Che threw the question back at him verbatim.

Song Yuqi got stuck.

A hundred names flashed through her mind.

Boy friend?

Husband?

Honey?

Each one swirled on the tip of her tongue, but she dared not spit any of them out.

She looked into Jiang Che's eyes, and her face flushed, the heat spreading from her neck all the way to her ears.

What's your name?

She dug her own hole and buried herself in it.

Just as Song Yuqi opened her mouth, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

A soft laugh suddenly came from the side.

"Yes, Yuqi."

Dilraba, carrying a water cup, slowly walked out from around the corner.

She leaned against the wall, smiling meaningfully, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men.

"What do you want to call him? I'm quite curious too."