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

Song Yuqi rolled her eyes, took her foot off his shoe, and rubbed the sand off the sole of her shoe on the ground.

"I not only want to sing traditional Chinese songs, but I also want to sing the Great Compassion Mantra to help you, this scourge who leaves his mark everywhere, find peace on the spot."

She muttered under her breath, slurping loudly the iced coconut in her hand to hide her intensely sour feelings.

Jiang Che chuckled briefly, raised his hand and ruffled the back of her head, making her freshly dried hair a mess.

"Okay, you chant the Great Compassion Mantra, and I'll play the wooden fish for you."

[Song Xiaogou: I'm so angry! Jiang Che: My wife is so cute when she's jealous, let me give her a squeeze.]

[Help! When are these two going to get their marriage certificate?]

In the center of the square.

When Dilraba finished singing "Red Wish," the last high note landed steadily, and paired with her stunningly beautiful face, it was truly captivating.

The surrounding tourists applauded enthusiastically. The cardboard box in front of them, which was meant to hold money, was already stuffed with banknotes of various denominations, and some people were even scanning QR codes to transfer money.

Dilraba handed the microphone to Lu Han, who was panting heavily next to her, then tossed her long hair and walked directly towards the parasol.

She didn't even glance at Song Yuqi, her gaze fixed on Jiang Che, her chin slightly raised.

"Senior brother, I didn't embarrass you, did I?" Dilraba smiled brightly, her tone filled with undisguised pride.

Song Yuqi bit down on the straw, her teeth itching.

This woman is here to cause trouble. She keeps calling him "senior brother" and "back in the day," as if she's afraid people won't know that she and Jiang Che have known each other for a long time.

She turned her head to look at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che, with one hand in his pocket, lingered on Dilraba's face for a couple of seconds. "So-so. The second chorus started half a second too early, the breathing was too loud, and the high notes were weak. Haven't you been practicing lately?"

Dilraba's smile froze on her face.

Chen He, who was about to drink water, spat it out and coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough... Jiang Che, she's a top female celebrity, do you think you're here training trainees?"

Song Yuqi was trying desperately to suppress her smile, but she couldn't, and her shoulders were twitching.

Serves you right! Let you show off!

Jiang Che's sharp tongue seems surprisingly agreeable today.

Reba composed herself and forced a smile as she spoke.

"Sure, since you have such high standards, senior brother, then teach me how to practice right here."

She glanced at Song Yuqi with a defiant look.

Jiang Che strode over to the dilapidated tricycle and picked up the weather-looking wooden guitar inside with one hand.

He sat on a stone bench beside the square, his long legs casually spread apart, with his guitar resting on his lap. His slender fingers rested on the tuning pegs, and he casually strummed the strings a couple of times.

A few crisp musical notes jumped out.

The sound is off.

Jiang Che frowned slightly and lowered his head to tune the strings. Sunlight shone on his neat short hair, making his profile look as smooth as if he had stepped out of a comic book.

Song Yuqi walked over and stood in front of the standing microphone. Watching him lower his head to tune the piano, her heart started racing again.

The moment this man touches a musical instrument, all his carefree attitude vanishes.

"What do you want to sing?" Jiang Che adjusted the last note and looked up at her.

Song Yuqi glanced at Dilraba, who was standing not far away with her arms crossed, and her anger and competitive spirit flared up.

Trying to intimidate people with old songs, huh?

"Only You Have Feelings"

==Song Yuqi spoke into the microphone with conviction.

The surrounding fans immediately erupted in screams.

This is a saccharine duet that was incredibly sweet, and it was a huge hit back then.

Most importantly, this song was not written by Jiang Che for anyone else, but rather it was a cover he had performed at a music festival.

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow, looking at Song Yuqi's possessive expression as if she were asserting her dominance, and curled the corners of his lips.

"OK."

He didn't waste any words, his fingers sweeping across the strings.

As soon as the intro started, the previously chaotic square instantly fell silent.

The upbeat rhythm, carrying the salty, damp scent of the sea breeze, instantly created a wonderful atmosphere.

"An unsolvable gaze, a heart like a needle at the bottom of the sea..."

Song Yuqi spoke up.

Her voice is sweet and clear, with a touch of unique huskiness. You can't tell it when she speaks normally, but when she sings, that captivating quality comes through.

She wore a white tank top and denim shorts today, looking incredibly youthful. The way she sang in the sunlight was so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

When the chorus started, Song Yuqi turned her head and stared intently at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che kept looking at her.

He sat on the stone stool, his fingers never stopping, leaning slightly forward as he approached the spare microphone next to him.

"A smile, no matter how beautiful or sweet, isn't special if it's not yours..."

The man's deep, magnetic voice clashed directly with Song Yuqi's sweet and innocent tone.

The harmonies were perfectly matched, as if they had been edited in a recording studio.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! They're doing a duet! The lyricist is singing!]

[That harmony is amazing! Jiang Che's gaze towards Song Yuqi was practically dripping with longing!]

[Help! This isn't street performance, it's setting my heart on fire!]

Song Yuqi looked into Jiang Che's eyes.

The man's eyes usually held a nonchalant and indifferent look, but now, they held only her in them.

Her clear, black and white eyes reflected the midday sun in Sanya and her shadow.

"No matter how bitter or salty the tears, your comfort makes it a sunny day again..."

When Song Yuqi sang this line, she took a step forward.

Her mind was filled with the image of her falling on him while delivering the blanket last night, and the tactile sensation of him protecting her as they ran wildly on the beach just now.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

Jiang Che strummed the last chord, and the guitar music slowly faded away.

He looked up, his gaze meeting Song Yuqi's in mid-air.

Neither of them looked away, staring at each other from a distance of less than two meters.

A burst of screams and whistles erupted from the surrounding area, almost shaking the square to its core.

Tourists pushed forward like madmen, and the sound of mobile phones taking pictures was incessant.

Deng Chao, standing nearby, bit his finger with a sour expression: "This world that judges by appearances is hopeless. Chen He, let's go collect the bottles."

Chen He rolled his eyes.

"Go ahead and pick them up. I'm going to mooch off Lao Jiang's seafood feast later."

"I don't care, even if I have to acknowledge him as my father today, I still have to eat that lobster."

Song Yuqi proudly raised her chin and turned to look at Dilraba.

Dilraba's expression was beyond just looking ugly.

She pursed her lips, watching Jiang Che put the guitar back in the car, and then naturally walked over to Song Yuqi, handing her a tissue to wipe her sweat.

That kind of tacit understanding that comes from the very core of their being is something that no one else can break into.

Song Yuqi took the tissue, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and was about to invite Jiang Che to eat seafood.

Just then, Dilraba suddenly strode over.

She held the 1,200 yuan that the Blue Team had just earned in her hand and walked directly up to Lao Wu.

"Director," Dilraba turned her head and looked at Wu Zheng, her tone filled with a desperate determination.

"Is there a hidden rule on your show that besides buying food, you can also use the money you earn to buy special privilege props?"

Wu Zheng was taken aback.

The production team did have this idea, but it was written in the script as an alternative plan. Generally, no one would use their meal money to buy props.

"Yes... there is such a setting, what's wrong?" Wu Zheng stammered.

Dilraba sneered, pointed at the money on the table, but her gaze was fixed on Song Yuqi.

"I want to buy the most expensive item in the store, the 'Forced Breakup Card'."

The entire square fell silent instantly, so quiet that even the sound of the waves could be heard.

Song Yuqi stopped wiping her sweat, turned her head, and frowned: "What do you mean?"

Dilraba turned to look at Jiang Che, her eyes filled with an unbridled possessiveness.

"Next mission, Jiang Che, I need you to be in my group."