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

When Song Yuqi emerged from Jiang Che's warm embrace, her steps were unsteady.

Damn it, does this man even realize that teaching someone to sing so intimately in public is really dangerous!

Jiang Che looked at her flushed profile and gestured with his chin toward the control panel: "Restart the accompaniment, go through it yourself."

Having escaped Jiang Che's domineering minty pressure, Song Yuqi finally regained some of her professional singer qualities.

On the second take, not only was the pitch right, but it also captured the bittersweet feeling of a ten-year unrequited love.

She sang it all with her unique smoky voice, making it all sound like a broken, broken song.

Several older men in the audience slapped their thighs in disbelief.

"Great! This version is amazing!" Wu Zheng shouted from behind the control panel with a megaphone, his oily face unable to hide his excitement.

"That's all for today's rehearsal! Everyone go home and get some rest. We'll head straight to the main stage tomorrow night!"

Song Yuqi stuck the microphone on the shelf, said "I'm going to change my clothes," and fled to the dressing room as if her life depended on it.

She was afraid she would catch a fire if she stayed on stage for even a second longer.

As Jiang Che stepped down from the stage and settled on the sofa, an unopened bottle of ice-cold mineral water flew over.

He reached out and caught it.

Dilraba sat down on the single sofa next to him, crossing her long legs and her high heels dangling in mid-air.

"Well done, Jiang Che, it's amazing how an iron tree can bloom."

"I've never seen you teach someone so patiently in all the years I've known you."

Dilraba rested her chin on one hand and spoke frankly, without beating around the bush at all.

Jiang Che unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and didn't even give her a second glance.

There are many things you haven't seen.

He slammed the water bottle down on the coffee table, picked up the tablet on the table, and began to check the audio tracks he had just recorded.

Dilraba wasn't annoyed; she knew Jiang Che's stubborn nature all too well.

"Would you do me the honor of joining me tonight?"

Dilraba leaned forward slightly, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the few onlookers nearby to hear clearly.

"It's been a long time. How about we grab a meal together and catch up?"

Same old place.

As soon as those three words were uttered, Chen He, who was pretending to look at his phone, trembled and almost dropped the phone in his face.

Deng Chao frantically winked at Lu Han: Did you hear me? Did you hear me?

Jiang Che stopped swiping the screen.

He looked up at the closed door of the dressing room, then looked at Dilraba.

"We'll see."

Jiang Che tossed the tablet back onto the table. "There are still a few audio tracks to fix. I might not have time."

I didn't agree.

However, they didn't directly refuse.

This ambiguous attitude, given that Jiang Che is usually a workaholic who doesn't care about his family, is simply outrageous.

At that moment, the locker room door opened.

Song Yuqi changed into a black motorcycle jacket and tied her hair into a high ponytail.

She had barely stepped out when she caught Dilraba's drawn-out words.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you, senior brother."

The word "senior brother" was like a relentless dance in Song Yuqi's minefield.

Dilraba stood up, picked up her bag, and walked out in her high heels.

As she passed Song Yuqi, she stopped and smiled slightly.

"See you tomorrow, Yuqi!"

Dilraba reached out and patted her shoulder twice, then stepped on the heavy beat and walked out of the rehearsal hall without looking back.

Song Yuqi stood there, watching Dilraba's graceful departure, then looked at Jiang Che sitting on the sofa flipping through the script.

A breath got stuck in my throat, I couldn't swallow it.

What is this?

Did you arrange to meet someone in front of her?

Chen He, that cheeky guy, was the first to chime in.

He held an empty paper cup and smacked his lips in a sarcastic tone.

"Tsk tsk, I heard that the Western restaurant near the China World Trade Center makes particularly authentic steaks."

"The atmosphere was so romantic, with the violin playing and candles lit."

Deng Chao added fuel to the fire from the side, glancing at Song Yuqi as he spoke.

"Of course! They're old partners, what's wrong with having a candlelight dinner? It's just normal socializing."

Lu Han was the boldest, and went straight up to Song Yuqi.

"Yuqi, what are you having for dinner? How about we go get some barbecue skewers? I can't just eat instant noodles in the hotel all by myself, that would be too miserable."

Song Yuqi's face was so dark it could drip ink.

"I'm not eating! I'm already full of anger!"

She gritted her teeth and threw down those words before turning and walking out.

They walked extremely fast, their jacket zippers swung in the air, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Today, this Shanxi aged vinegar has truly become a masterpiece.

Jiang Che finally looked up from his script on the sofa.

Watching her angry back, he reached up and rubbed his temples.

"Are you bored? You've memorized the lyrics?"

Chen He darted behind Deng Chao.

"Old Jiang, why are you taking it out on me! If you're so capable, why don't you coax him back!"

"You're going out for a candlelight dinner with someone else, and you can't even let that young lady throw a tantrum?"

Jiang Che ignored these few clowns.

He stood up, grabbed his coat draped over the back of the sofa, and strode out the door.

The corridor outside the rehearsal hall was long and covered with thick carpet.

Song Yuqi walked quickly, but her mind was a complete mess.

Why is she angry?

Jiang Che didn't reveal anything, so it was perfectly normal for him to go to meet his old partner.

But she was so sour, so sour she wanted to bite someone.

The past she wasn't involved in is Dilraba's biggest bargaining chip.

Song Yuqi walked to the elevator and pressed the down button forcefully.

The elevator numbers slowly dropped down from the eighteenth floor.

Familiar footsteps came from behind, neither hurried nor slow.

Song Yuqi knew who it was without even turning around.

That damn minty smell is already wafting over.

She straightened her back, her eyes fixed on the numbers on the elevator door, pretending not to hear.

Jiang Che walked to her side.

The two stood half a meter apart, neither of them speaking.

With a "ding," the elevator doors slid open to both sides.

Song Yuqi stepped inside and turned to press the close button.

A hand reached out and blocked the elevator door, forcing the closing metal door to a halt.

Jiang Che stepped into the elevator, pressed the floor button with his backhand, and then turned to look at her.

The elevator was not very spacious to begin with, so Song Yuqi leaned into the corner, staring at the reflective car door, refusing to look at him.

Jiang Che, with one hand in his pocket, looked at her flustered appearance and chuckled softly, "Have you lost your temper?"

Song Yuqi tilted her head back and met Jiang Che's gaze directly.

Are you busy tonight?

She asked directly, her voice a little harsh, revealing a hint of unconcealed grievance.

"What if something happens, and what if nothing happens?" he threw the question back at him.

Song Yuqi gritted her teeth and went all out: "If you have something to do, then go ahead and do it."

"What if nothing happens?" Jiang Che stared into her eyes and took a step closer.

Song Yuqi pressed her back against the cold elevator wall, her neck stiff, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"If there's nothing else, you have to stay with me tonight and you're not allowed to go anywhere!"