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

After shouting that sentence, Song Yuqi chickened out first.

She was pressed against the metal wall of the compartment, her hands hidden behind her back, her nails digging into her palms.

Jiang Che pressed forward.

He looked down, his gaze falling directly on her tense face.

"You're not allowed to go anywhere?"

Jiang Che slowly repeated these words, his tone carrying a slightly smug smile.

"Song Yuqi, by what right do you interfere with me?"

Song Yuqi's jaw clenched, her neck turned bright red, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"partner?"

Jiang Che raised his hand, brushed the back of his fingers against her earlobe, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"I've produced for most of the entertainment industry. According to your logic, I have to create a group chat and report to everyone I'm having dinner with each night?"

Song Yuqi was so angry that her chest felt tight.

This man did it on purpose!

She lifted her foot and stomped down on Jiang Che's foot.

Jiang Che was prepared. He stepped aside with his long legs and pinched the soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks, making her mouth puff out.

"Alright."

He released her hand and casually patted her head.

"I wasn't planning on going anyway, why are you being jealous?"

Song Yuqi stood there, stunned.

The sour feeling in my heart dissipated almost completely, and I could barely suppress the urge to smile.

She quickly turned her face away and covered her burning cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Who's jealous! Don't add drama to my story!"

The elevator stopped on the basement level.

As soon as the door opened, Jiang Che stepped out.

Song Yuqi snapped out of her daze and glanced outside.

"Where are you going?"

"Aren't you hungry?"

Jiang Che didn't turn around.

"Let's go get some barbecue skewers."

The autumn nights in Beijing are cool, and smoke rises from the street food stalls.

The two found a plastic table near the road and sat down.

Jiang Che skillfully scanned the QR code to order: lamb skewers, beef tendon, and grilled oysters.

Finally, I ordered a cup of hot soy milk and pushed it to Song Yuqi's side.

"Drink something hot, you have to go on stage tomorrow."

Jiang Che broke the disposable chopsticks in half, rinsed them with boiling water, and handed them to her.

Song Yuqi held the paper cup and looked at the man in the hoodie opposite her.

My phone kept vibrating in my pocket.

When Song Yuqi took it out, she saw that the chat room was flooded with messages.

Chen He: [Where's Lao Jiang? Did he really go for a candlelight dinner?]

Deng Chao: [Yuqi hasn't gone back to her room either! I knocked on the door just now but no one answered. Did those two start fighting?]

Lu Han: [Oh no, Dilraba's aura is too strong! Did Yuqi wait for nothing all these ten years?]

Song Yuqi looked at the screen, tapped her fingers on the keyboard, and then raised her phone to point it at the other person.

Jiang Che was peeling garlic with his head down, not even looking up.

She snapped a picture and immediately posted it in the group chat.

The group was silent for three seconds.

Chen He: [Holy crap! Location sent! We're on our way!]

Song Yuqi quickly tried to retract her message, but a voice request from Lu Han had already popped up on the screen.

Jiang Che tossed the peeled garlic cloves into a small dish and looked up at her.

"What are you talking about with those old lamps?"

"We didn't talk about much."

Song Yuqi lowered her head and ate peanuts guiltily.

Less than twenty minutes later, a black minivan screeched to a halt in front of the food stall.

Chen He, Deng Chao, and Lu Han pushed open the car door and rushed out, running all the way over, pulling out plastic chairs and sitting down, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"Old Jiang, that's not fair of you!"

Chen He reacted quickly, grabbing a freshly grilled lamb skewer from the table and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Eating alone behind the brothers' backs!"

Deng Chao sized up the two of them and chuckled.

"You skipped a candlelight dinner and came here to eat street food? Old Jiang, your taste has really declined."

Jiang Che kicked Deng Chao's chair leg.

"Even food can't shut you up. Who let you come?"

"Lu Han was using the navigation; that kid knows this area well."

Chen He shifted the blame.

Song Yuqi was feeling smug, thinking she was sure to win this round.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed another nanny van parked on the side of the road.

The car door slid open, and a pair of long legs wearing Doc Martens stepped out.

Dilraba, wearing a black baseball cap and with her hands in her overalls pockets, walked straight to their table.

The table fell silent.

Chen He hadn't even taken the skewer out of his mouth yet, and he stared at Dilraba with wide eyes.

"Boss, bring me an extra chair."

Dilraba called out familiarly, pulled out a chair, and sat down on the other side of Jiang Che.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Che frowned.

Dilraba took a pair of unopened chopsticks.

"I saw you were nearby on my WeChat Moments, so I came over for a free meal. Not welcome?"

Lu Han shrank her neck, wishing she could crawl under the table.

He just casually posted something on his WeChat Moments and forgot to block people from certain groups.

Song Yuqi almost broke the chopsticks in her hand.

Did she come here specifically to ambush me tonight?

"Sister Dilraba is really well-informed."

Song Yuqi greeted him with a forced smile.

"Senior, get me a bottle of Coke, an ice-cold one."

Dilraba didn't respond to Song Yuqi's words, but nudged Jiang Che's arm with her elbow.

Jiang Che didn't move, but pointed with his chin to the freezer in the distance.

"Don't you have legs?"

Song Yuqi felt secretly pleased and held the hot soy milk in her hands even tighter.

Dilraba wasn't angry. She got up, went to the freezer, grabbed a Coke, pulled the tab, and took a big gulp.

She looked at the plate of peeled shrimp tails in front of Jiang Che, picked one up with her chopsticks, and popped it into her mouth.

"It still tastes the same as it did back then."

Dilraba chewed on a shrimp while looking at Jiang Che.

"I remember the year we filmed 'Love O2O,' you dragged me to this kind of street food stall in the middle of the night and ordered a table full of grilled skewers. You were peeling shrimp like this back then."

A wave of nostalgia.

This is a blatant example of dimensional reduction attack.

Chen He and Deng Chao exchanged a glance, neither daring to breathe.

On the left is a little girl throwing a tantrum, and on the right is her longtime partner.

This table of grilled skewers looks like a scene from a treacherous banquet.

Song Yuqi met Dilraba's gaze and spoke.

"Dilraba has a great memory, but one has to look forward, right?"

She put the cup on the table.

"Producer Jiang's tastes have changed; he doesn't like food that's too salty anymore."

"Right, Jiang Che?"

She passed the buck directly to Jiang Che.

Jiang Che wiped his hands with a tissue and looked at the two women, one facing the sky and the other the ground.

"You're all just bored, aren't you?"

He tossed the skewer onto the iron plate, making a crisp sound.

"If either of you sings off-key at tomorrow's concert and embarrasses me, don't expect me to write a single word for you in the future."

This tone, which essentially blames both sides equally, immediately brought the chaotic scene to a standstill.

Dilraba chuckled softly and leaned back in her chair.

"Don't worry, I could sing the songs you wrote with my eyes closed without making a mistake."

A late-night snack turned into a battle of wits and strength.

After finishing his meal, Jiang Che got up and went to the cashier to pay the bill.

Dilraba watched Jiang Che walk away, then turned to look at Song Yuqi.

She took her phone out of her bag, turned on the screen, and pushed it directly in front of Song Yuqi.

The screen displays an electronic contract page sent by Wu Zheng.

"Don't think that you've already won."

As Dilraba watched Song Yuqi's face gradually change color, she slowly dropped a bombshell.

"After the Beijing concert, I will be a regular guest star and record the next episode of 'Five Ha' with you guys."

Song Yuqi's hand trembled, and the soy milk in the paper cup almost spilled.

permanent?

Dilraba stood up and straightened the hem of her coat.

"Please take good care of me in the days to come, Yuqi."

Jiang Che paid the bill and came back, looking at the two of them.

"Are you coming or not?"

"Walk."

Dilraba glanced at her assistant, then turned to look at Jiang Che.

"Senior, my car's air conditioning is broken. Is it okay if I ride back to the hotel in your car?"

Jiang Che opened the car door and glanced at her.

"It's on my way, don't make things difficult for the driver."

This can be considered tacit approval.

Song Yuqi stared wide-eyed, her teeth itching with anger.

The three of them got into the car.

Jiang Che sat in the passenger seat.

Song Yuqi sat on the left side of the back row, and Dilraba sat on the right side of the back row.

There was an empty seat between them, but neither of them moved to the side.

The carriage was eerily quiet.