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

Dilraba raised an eyebrow and dragged out the words, "Let's have a good chat," her back view exuding provocation.

Song Yuqi clenched her teeth, her chest heaving violently.

This is not only usurping her place, but also trying to sleep on her kang (heated brick bed)!

"Director!" Song Yuqi rushed to Wu Zheng, blocking his way. "Your rules are unreasonable! There's only one bed in this room, how are three people supposed to sleep?!"

Wu Zheng pushed up his glasses and spread his hands.

"The rule is that privilege cards have the highest priority."

"As for how you sleep, that's your own business. Our production team never interferes with the guests' private lives."

After saying that, Wu Zhengchong gave the cameraman a wink and slipped out of the private room.

Chen He and Deng Chao peeked out from around the corner of the corridor.

"That bastard Wu is too much," Chen He nudged the person next to him with his elbow. "He's practically forcing Lao Jiang to make a choice."

Deng Chao shook his head and curled his lip: "You've misunderstood. This is a death trap question."

The live stream chat was now completely in a frenzy, with text scrolling across the screen.

[Old Wu's rules are so outrageous! Well done!]

[What the hell do they mean by not interfering in private life! Old Wu just wants to see Jiang Shen crash and burn!]

[Brother Chao is so clear-headed; this is definitely a life-or-death question. Choosing either one will offend the other.]

Inside the luxury suites of Yalong Bay, the temperature dropped to freezing.

Dilraba walked straight into the room in her high heels and casually pushed her suitcase to the door.

She walked around the large round bed covered with rose petals, then collapsed into the soft velvet comforter.

"This bed is quite comfortable."

Dilraba kicked off her high heels and waved to the two people still standing at the door.

"What are you standing there for? Come in. Yuqi, aren't you going to choose which side you want to sleep on?"

Song Yuqi strode in and pointed at the bed: "Get up!"

"Why should I?" Dilraba turned to the side, propped her head up with one hand, and scanned the area from bottom to top.

"I found the privilege card, and this bed is half mine. I'll sleep in the middle; it's fair and just, and no one gets the short end of the stick."

"You..." Song Yuqi pointed at her, her fingertips trembling.

[Haha, I could hear Dilraba's scheme all over Heilongjiang!]

[Is sleeping in the middle okay? Is Jiang Shen embracing two women?]

[Song Xiaogou is facing a high-level opponent and is being completely suppressed!]

"I'll sleep on the sofa."

A clear, cold voice interrupted the standoff between the two.

Jiang Che pushed Song Yuqi's suitcase to the wardrobe, then turned and walked towards the long leather sofa by the French windows.

He leaned back on the sofa, his tall frame resting on his hands behind his head and his legs crossed.

"The bed is yours, sleep wherever you like."

Song Yuqi's gaze fell on Jiang Che's familiar windbreaker, and the anger in her heart inexplicably subsided by more than half.

She walked over and hugged the clothes to her chest.

Even in this situation, the man subconsciously still yielded to her, preferring to sleep on the sofa himself.

But the time she had finally earned for a romantic getaway was completely ruined.

Dilraba sat up straight on the bed.

Jiang Che's move, which cut off her source of strength, turned her previous swagger into a one-woman show.

This bed wasn't what she wanted at all.

"Senior brother," Dilraba's voice deepened, "What do you mean? Sleeping in the same bed with me, does that disgust you that much?"

Jiang Che didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone completely indifferent: "You're overthinking it."

"Then why did you sleep on the sofa?" Dilraba leaned forward, pressing him closely.

Jiang Che finally opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her, and his gaze was scrutinizing.

"Are you here to film a show, or to cause trouble?"

Holy crap! Jiang Shen's imposing aura is incredible!

Don't mess with Jiang Che. Once he gets serious, even a ten-year friendship won't be enough to deter him.

[The ultimate weapon against straightforward attacks! Jiang Che doesn't play by the rules at all; the sofa is a man's final resting place!]

In one sentence, he completely blocked all of Dilraba's attempts to test him.

Dilraba stared at him for a few seconds, then tugged at the corner of her lips.

Fine, Jiang Che, you win.

She stepped off the bed, walked to her suitcase, and unzipped it.

"Alright, since you're so considerate, senior brother, and you're giving us the big bed, then I won't be polite."

She pulled a set of silk pajamas out of the box and waved it in front of Song Yuqi.

"Yuqi, I'll sleep inside, and you can sleep outside. Is that alright?"

Song Yuqi hugged Jiang Che's coat, her chin slightly raised: "Of course I have no objection."

She walked to the outside of the bed, laid Jiang Che's black windbreaker flat next to the pillow, and pressed out the wrinkles with her hands.

[That damned territorial instinct of Song Xiaogou! He's using Jiang Shen's clothes as a barrier!]

[So childish, so incredibly childish! But I love watching these elementary school kids assert their dominance!]

[Dilraba's expression was about to crumble; the clothes weren't particularly offensive, but they were extremely insulting.]

Dilraba's eyes twitched unnaturally twice.

Just as the two were secretly competing, Jiang Che's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone, glanced at the screen, got up, walked to the balcony, and closed the sliding door.

Only two women remained in the room.

"Song Yuqi, don't get too cocky." Dilraba started the conversation while tidying up her toiletries bag.

"Ten years ago, I was the one standing next to him. Now it's just a variety show, do you really think you've won?"

"Ten years ago was ten years ago, and now is now." Song Yuqi pulled out her cotton pajamas and met the other person's gaze without backing down.

"Sister Dilraba, you should look forward in life. If you keep dwelling on the past, you'll age faster."

"You!" Dilraba threw down the comb and straightened up.

The sliding door opened with a "whoosh," and Jiang Che walked in, holding his phone.

He glanced at the two men who were on the verge of exchanging blows, said nothing, and walked straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

The sound of rushing water came through the frosted glass.

Song Yuqi and Dilraba both shut their mouths and each occupied a corner of the room.

Ten minutes later, the sound of water stopped.

Jiang Che walked out wearing a white bathrobe from the hotel, water droplets dripping from his short hair onto his collar.

He dried his hair with a towel while looking at the two people standing there.

"Aren't you two going to wash?"

Dilraba immediately realized what was happening and quickly stepped to the bathroom door.

"I'll go first!"

"Why should you go first!" Song Yuqi stepped forward, blocking her path.

Dilraba crossed her arms and looked down at him, saying, "I'm older than you, so of course I went first."

Song Yuqi laughed angrily and retorted without any politeness, "So now you realize you're older than me? Why didn't you say that when we were fighting over the bed?"

[Haha, Song Yuqi is a logical genius! She doesn't care about age when it comes to fighting for bed, but she's suddenly showing respect for elders and children when it comes to bathing?]

[Jiang Shen: Why should I wash inside? I should be under the car.]

The battle between these two women has spilled over into the bathroom!

"Alright."

Jiang Che draped the towel around his neck, strode between the two women, and used his body to block their view.

He looked at the two women who were arguing back and raised his hand to press his temples.

Dilraba suddenly chuckled and stretched out her right hand in front of the two of them.

"Since we live together, the order in which we shower should be fair."

She raised her eyebrows and looked directly at Song Yuqi.

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors, best of three, whoever wins goes first."

[What the hell?! They decide who gets to take a bath by playing rock-paper-scissors! What kind of adult children's cohabitation routine is this?!]

[Top female celebrities played rock-paper-scissors to decide who got to shower first; how many people would laugh their heads off if this got out!]

Jiang Che: I can't carry him, I simply can't.