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

After Wu Zheng finished shouting the rules through a megaphone, the corridor immediately fell silent.

Pitching a tent on the beach? Or a double room with an ocean view?

Song Yuqi was still holding onto Jiang Che's sleeve, her palms sweating so much that the small piece of fabric was damp.

She turned to look at Jiang Che, but the man didn't even raise an eyebrow.

"Old Wu, you've got some serious planning going on. I can hear the sound of the waves in Sanya even from Beijing."

Jiang Che pulled his hand out of Song Yuqi's palm.

"There's only one ocean-view king room. Who do you expect me to take?"

"Rules are rules!"

Wu Zheng stiffened his neck and took half a step back.

"When we arrive at the airport tomorrow, the production team will prepare two envelopes, one red and one blue, containing two different check-in addresses."

"You choose first, then the other two. Whoever chooses the same thing as you goes with you. The one left out can take their tent to the beach and enjoy the sea breeze!"

Dilraba tossed her long hair and smiled.

She looked at Song Yuqi, her tone casual, as if she was absolutely certain.

"Yuqi, the UV rays in Sanya are really strong, so remember to bring a couple more bottles of sunscreen. There are also a lot of mosquitoes on the beach, so don't forget your mosquito repellent."

Song Yuqi was so angry that her teeth ached. She pulled her hand away from Jiang Che's and said, "Sister Reba is so experienced. It seems you've slept in tents quite a lot. Tomorrow is a good day to relive that old dream."

Sparks flew as their eyes met in mid-air.

Chen He huddled in the corner and nudged Deng Chao's ribs with his elbow: "Old Deng, what do you think Jiang Zemin will choose tomorrow?"

"Who can guess that accurately?" Deng Chao smacked his lips. "But Lao Jiang is sentimental, I bet Reba will win."

Lu Han shook her head, holding her teacup: "You don't understand. This is called a love triangle between new and old flames. Old Wu's move was brilliant."

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The next morning at 8:00 AM, in the VIP waiting room of Beijing Capital International Airport.

The production crew placed two envelopes on the long table. One was red, and the other was blue.

Jiang Che, wearing a black windbreaker, walked over yawning.

Old Wu handed him the marker.

"Write down the color you want to choose first, then put it face down on the table."

Jiang Che took the pen, and without a second's hesitation, quickly wrote down a word and slammed the writing board onto the table.

He pulled out a chair, sat down, crossed his long legs, and took out his phone to start playing a match-3 game.

Dilraba and Song Yuqi stood on either side of the table.

Dilraba stared at the two envelopes and tapped her fingers twice on the table.

She glanced at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che hates red the most.

These are details that only those who have stayed up with him through the night shifts know.

Dilraba smiled, picked up a pen, and wrote the word "blue" on the whiteboard.

Song Yuqi pursed her lips, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the red and blue envelopes.

She didn't sleep well all night, her mind filled with Jiang Che's usual preferences.

His clothes are mostly black, white, and gray; he rarely wears bright colors.

Logically, he would choose blue.

but.

Song Yuqi remembered that yesterday in the rehearsal room, when Jiang Che handed her that bottle of hot soy milk, there was a red pattern on the packaging.

And the day before yesterday in the car, she was wearing a red sweater, and he stared at her cuffs for several times, even reaching out to tug at the yarn ball.

This man is a complete hypocrite.

Song Yuqi calmed herself down and wrote the character "red".

Wu Zheng raised the megaphone: "The two female guests have made their choices! Now, Jiang Che, please show your answer board!"

Jiang Che stuffed his phone into his pocket and casually flipped the question board over.

red.

The white background with black lettering, and the "red" character was written in a flamboyant and elegant style.

Dilraba's smile vanished.

She looked at Jiang Che's question board, then at the word "blue" in her own hand, and her brows furrowed.

Song Yuqi almost jumped up and slammed the question board on the table.

"Red! I chose red too!"

She turned to look at Dilraba, her chin held high, like a proud little rooster that had won a fight.

"Sister Dilraba, can I borrow two bottles of sunscreen?"

Dilraba threw down the question board, her high heels making a crisp sound as they hit the ground.

"Jiang Che, when did you start liking red? You used to never even glance at it."

Jiang Che stood up and casually put the red envelope on the table into his pocket.

He glanced at the small red hair clip Song Yuqi was wearing today and calmly said, "I'm getting old, and I think red is festive, is that not allowed?"

Chen He, standing to the side, laughed so hard he slapped his thigh: "What the hell do you mean by 'getting old'! Old Jiang, could your excuse be any more flimsy?!"

Deng Chao winked and said, "Dilraba, you have to honor your bet. The production team has already packed up the tent for you; it's fully automatic and super easy to set up."

Dilraba sneered and put on her sunglasses: "Fine, I'll go ahead and do it. Consider it an experience."

[Ahhh! We picked the same person in the blind picks! What incredible teamwork!]

Jiang Che definitely looked at Song Xiaogou's hair clip just now! He chose it based on Xiaogou's hair clip!

[Dilraba's face turned green; her long-time co-star of ten years couldn't compete with the rising sweetheart. I love this storyline!]

[Seaview King Room! Production crew, hurry up! I want to see the king room!]

At noon, the plane landed at Sanya Phoenix Airport.

The production team split them into two groups.

Deng Chao, Chen He, Lu Han, and Reba were crammed into a dilapidated minibus and headed straight for the beach.

Jiang Che and Song Yuqi were picked up by a black Mercedes-Benz van and taken to a luxury hotel in Yalong Bay.

The air conditioning in the carriage was on full blast.

Song Yuqi leaned back in the leather seat, feeling incredibly happy.

She secretly turned her head to look at the man next to her who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Feed".

She nudged Jiang Che's arm with her elbow. "Did you deliberately choose red today?"

Jiang Che didn't open his eyes: "You're overthinking it. I just wrote it down casually."

"You're lying." Song Yuqi moved closer to him. "You used to hate red the most."

Jiang Che finally opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

The girl's fair face was filled with the message "Praise me!", and her eyes sparkled.

He raised his hand, poked her forehead with his index finger, and pushed her away half an inch.

Didn't you look in the mirror before you went out today?

"Yes, I took the picture. What happened?"

Jiang Che's gaze moved upwards and landed on the red hair clip in her hair.

"With such a huge red lantern hanging in front of me all morning, what else can I think of besides red?"

Song Yuqi was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what was happening, her cheeks felt as hot as if they were on fire.

She quickly covered the hair clip with her hand, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

What is this? Is it a tacit admission that he's been watching her all morning?

She pursed her lips, turned her face to the car window, but couldn't help wanting to laugh.