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

The sea breeze blew, and Song Yuqi's mental string snapped completely.

She now placed both hands on Jiang Che's firm chest muscles, with her legs straddling his waist.

After that fall, she was pressed tightly against the man.

The sand beneath them was soft, but the man's abdominal muscles were as hard as an iron plate.

Song Yuqi's face turned bright red, and she frantically tried to get off him.

"Don't move around." Jiang Che's voice was a little hoarse.

Song Yuqi wouldn't listen to any of his advice. She frantically tried to stand up by supporting herself on his shoulders, but she forgot that one of their legs was still firmly tied together with a pink ribbon.

She had just straightened up when a pulling force came from her legs, causing her to lose her balance again and fall heavily back down.

This time, she buried her face directly in Jiang Che's neck, her lips brushing against his collarbone.

Jiang Che grunted, grabbed her lower back with one hand, pressed her tightly into his arms, and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Song Yuqi, if you're going to molest me here, wait until the cameras are taken away."

[Holy crap! What are you guys planning to do after you took the cameras away?!]

[The lyricist's voice clearly shows he was holding back a lot of effort!]

[Song Xiaogou, stop struggling! The more you struggle, the more it looks like you're just rubbing against me. Didn't you see even Ci Ye (the author) is too scared to move?]

Song Yuqi was both ashamed and angry. "Who wanted to molest you! You're the one who insisted on being tied up so tightly!"

Not far away, Chen He and Deng Chao finally climbed out of the sandpit and screamed when they saw this scene.

"Oh my god! In broad daylight, is this really going to be so explicit?!"

Deng Chao lay sprawled on the edge of the pit, pounding the sand in grief and anger: "I risked my life to stop you two, and it turns out I was just used as an aphrodisiac for you two?!"

[Deng Chao: I treated you as a rival, but you treated me as a pastime?!]

[Don't cry, Chao-ge! You did a great job helping out, the CP fans deserve the most credit!]

[Aaaaaaah! Would I even be able to watch this pose if it were free?!]

[Where is the head-pressing squad?! Kiss him! Kiss him!]

Where is Jiang Che's hand going?! He's putting his arm around my waist so casually!

[Song Xiaogou's face turned as red as a tomato; there's definitely something fishy going on between these two!]

Dilraba, panting, dragged Lu Han over. When she saw the two of them rolling around on the beach, her face turned green.

"Are you two sore losers?" Dilraba sneered. "You've thrown away all shame just to win?"

Jiang Che ignored her and sat up halfway on the sand with one hand, pulling Song Yuqi up with him.

The two finally stopped their wild pose and sat side by side on the beach.

"All's fair in war." Jiang Che brushed the sand off his clothes, his tone casual. "It's your own fault for being so slow."

He bent down and reached out to untie the ribbon tied between their legs.

The two were very close. Song Yuqi had her head down, so all she could see was his neat short hair and deep-set eyes.

After untying the ribbon, Jiang Che stood up and extended a hand to Song Yuqi.

Song Yuqi stared at the hand, her heart pounding.

She placed her hand on his and used his strength to stand up.

"Old Wu, we got the box, so we win, right?" Jiang Che turned to look at the production team.

Wu Zheng was grinning from ear to ear behind the monitor; this show's ratings were absolutely off the charts.

He raised the megaphone: "The Red Team is the first to get the treasure chest and wins! Their lunch reward is a luxury yacht seafood feast! The rest of you, figure out your own lunch!"

Upon hearing this, Deng Chao collapsed onto the beach and wailed in despair.

"Old Wu, have some decency! We didn't even find any sandworms, and now we have to figure out how to do it ourselves?" Chen He pointed at the camera and accused.

Dilraba brushed the sand off her trousers and walked up to Wu Zheng: "So, tell me, how are you going to earn money for lunch?"

Wu Zheng pointed to a dilapidated tricycle next to him, with a portable speaker and two guitars in the back.

"It's very simple, the Yalong Bay seaside square is self-sufficient."

Half an hour later, at the seaside square.

The midday sun was scorching. Jiang Che twirled the yacht VIP card in his hand and stood with Song Yuqi under a parasol at a prime viewing spot.

Song Yuqi held an iced coconut, slurping it as she looked toward the center of the square.

Dilraba took the microphone and adjusted the sound system.

Passersby and tourists quickly gathered around, crowding the area three or four deep.

Dilraba's gaze swept past the crowd and landed directly on Jiang Che, giving him a provocative smile.

"Friends, the next song, 'Red Wish,' is dedicated to the producer who tailored this song for me back then."

The fans in the square instantly erupted in cheers, with screams rising in waves.

Holy crap! Dilraba went all out! She's practically declaring war on us!

[A battleground! A battleground! Let's fight!]

[Cameraman, quickly cut to Song Yuqi's face! I want to see the "official girlfriend's" expression!]

The accompaniment began.

Dilraba held the microphone firmly, remaining remarkably calm during the typhoon.

Her strikingly beautiful features, paired with this catchy ancient-style song, are incredibly captivating.

Onlookers took out their phones to scan the QR code and tip, and the loose change in the box quickly piled up.

Song Yuqi had almost bitten the plastic straw in her mouth flat.

She turned her head and glanced at the man beside her.

Jiang Che had one hand in his pocket, his gaze fixed on the center of the square, his face expressionless.

Song Yuqi cursed inwardly.

Just how many romantic entanglements has Jiang Che, that dead man, left behind everywhere?!

Why do you always write songs for other people?

Not only was it written, but it was also written so beautifully. This song is practically tailor-made for Dilraba's face.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and her chest felt tight.

Song Yuqi raised her right foot and stepped unceremoniously on Jiang Che's limited edition sneakers.

Not only did they step on it, but they also pressed down hard with the soles of their shoes, making a half-circle motion.

[Hahaha! Song Xiaogou's kick has ignited the anger of the main wife!]

[Lyricist in danger! His backyard is on fire!]

Jiang Che frowned slightly and glanced down at the conspicuous gray footprint on the shoe.

He turned his head and looked at the sullen woman beside him.

"Song Yuqi, did my shoes offend you?"

"It's slippery." Song Yuqi looked away, staring at the coconut tree in front of her. "These paving stones are uneven."

Jiang Che gave a short laugh.

He took a step closer to her, his tall frame blocking the sunlight that was streaming in from the side.

"Walking so heavily," Jiang Che lowered his voice and asked teasingly, "What, you want to change your style too? Want to sing ancient-style songs?"

[What the hell?! The floor tiles aren't level! Song Xiaogou, can you at least put some effort into your excuses?!]

[The lyricist wasn't angry at all! He was even smiling so affectionately! He loves her so much!]

Jiang Che: As long as my wife is jealous, what do shoes matter?