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

The morning sun on the island was lovely, shining through the gaps in the curtains onto the carpet.

The phone on the bedside table kept vibrating, its muffled buzzing making it impossible to fall asleep.

Song Yuqi rolled over in bed, rubbed her eyes, and picked up her phone.

As soon as the screen lit up, a barrage of unread message notifications popped up, the numbers glaringly red.

The group chat of the five people had already exploded.

Deng Chao and Chen He, those two night owls, were frantically spamming the group chat early in the morning.

Deng Chao posted a long list of screenshots, all of which were trending topics on major social media platforms.

Article 1: [Song Yuqi confesses her love to Jiang Che in a live broadcast, witnessed by the entire internet].

The entry is followed by a dark red "Explosion" character.

Article 2: [Jiang Che's response: Me too].

Article 3: [The final night of the five-year-old dog show turned into a large-scale dating reality show].

Chen He followed up with a voice message, which, when opened, revealed his extremely penetrating voice.

"Yuqi! Lao Jiang! You two have really stirred up a fire in the entertainment industry this time!"

"I just went downstairs to pick up some takeout, and the receptionist was giving me the creeps, constantly asking me about your gossip!"

Lu Han commented with a meme of someone watching the drama unfold.

"Brother Chao and Brother He, you two take it easy, don't scare the young couple away."

Song Yuqi clutched her phone, the images of the beach from last night still lingering in her mind.

The sea breeze, the fine sand, the red microphone, and Jiang Che's expression as he looked into her eyes and uttered those three words.

Before she could even finish savoring the moment, the screen flickered and switched.

My agent, Su Qing, called. The caller ID was flashing rapidly.

Song Yuqi answered the phone and put it to her ear.

"My goodness, you finally answered the phone! Do you even know what a mess things are going on outside?"

Su Qing's voice came through in rapid succession, speaking at an astonishing speed.

Song Yuqi moved her phone away half an inch and cleared her throat.

"Sister Qing, don't get so excited so early in the morning."

"How could I not be excited! Last night, the peak number of viewers during the live stream exceeded 100 million!"

"There are twelve trending topics related to you and Jiang Che, and the top five are all occupied by the two of you!"

Su Qing took a breath on the other end of the phone, and the sound of turning over papers came through the microphone.

"I'm getting calls from all the major media outlets now, all demanding an official response."

"The brands are also asking about the situation, after all, you still have several endorsements."

Song Yuqi sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers unconsciously picking at the corner of the blanket.

"Is there even a need to respond? The live stream has already aired."

"That's a variety show! The audience is now divided into two groups."

Su Qing began analyzing public opinion data.

"A group of people are having a blast and indulging in sweet moments, and they think you guys are real."

"The other group thinks you're just creating hype for the finale, saying it's all scripted."

Su Qing raised the most crucial question.

"The public relations department drafted two proposals overnight, and I need to ask for your opinion."

"Should we issue an official statement to cool things down?"

The words "issue a statement" immediately pulled Song Yuqi back to reality from last night's romance.

Last night, the atmosphere had built up to that point, and she impulsively blurted it out.

Jiang Che also responded in front of everyone.

But that was in front of the camera.

In the rules of variety shows, it's hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Now that they're off-camera, what exactly is their relationship?

How will Jiang Che handle this situation that has caused such a stir online?

"Sister Qing, please wait a moment."

Without giving Su Qing a definite answer, Song Yuqi threw off the covers, got out of bed, and grabbed a sun-protective shirt to put on.

"I'm going downstairs to grab some breakfast. I'll call you back later."

She didn't hang up the phone; she held it tightly in her hand and hurriedly left the room.

The elevator descended, and the numbers on the display screen kept changing.

When we arrived at the hotel's buffet restaurant on the first floor, it wasn't too crowded yet.

She spotted Jiang Che at a glance.

He sat in the corner by the window, wearing an ordinary white T-shirt.

On the table was a cup of soy milk, a plate of freshly toasted bread, and a fried egg.

He was looking at his phone in his left hand while slowly and methodically slicing a fried egg with a fork in his right.

He looked relaxed and at ease, as if it were none of his business.

Seeing his expression, Song Yuqi's anxiety dissipated considerably.

She walked over, pulled out the chair opposite him, and sat down.

The movement was a bit too large, and the chair leg scraped against the floor tiles with a dull thud.

Jiang Che raised his eyelids and glanced at her, without stopping the fork in his hand.

"morning."

He swallowed the food in his mouth and greeted them calmly.

Song Yuqi placed her still-connected phone face down on the table and leaned forward slightly.

"Jiang Che, are you going to look at your phone or not?"

She deliberately lowered her voice, glancing at the occasional waiters passing by.

Jiang Che put down the fork in his hand and took out a tissue to wipe his hands.

"Look, I was just looking at the battle report that Deng Chao posted in the group chat."

"So you're not worried at all?"

Song Yuqi stared at him, incredulous at his composure.

"What's the panic?"

Jiang Che picked up the steaming cup of soy milk and casually pushed it in front of her.

The base of the porcelain cup struck the glass tabletop with a crisp sound.

"The entire internet is waiting for our official response, and my studio's phone has been ringing off the hook."

Song Yuqi stared at the cup of soy milk but didn't reach for it.

"She asked me if I should issue a statement saying that we are just good friends or it's for the sake of the show."

This was clearly a test.

She was waiting for Jiang Che's response.

Let him put his "Me Too" statement from last night into practice with concrete actions.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che finally shifted his gaze from breakfast to Song Yuqi's face.

He looked at her for two seconds, his gaze steady.

Then he picked up his phone and swiped his finger across the screen twice.

He pushed the phone directly in front of Song Yuqi.

"Take a look at this."

Song Yuqi lowered her head suspiciously and looked at the screen.

The screen displays a Weibo page.

The account name is: Jiang Che National Fan Club.

The latest long post was published half an hour ago.

The title is bolded and enlarged.

[Jiang Che's official fan club statement: Our brother deserves to be loved, and he deserves to have people who love him.]

Song Yuqi swiped the screen to look down.

The main content did not attempt to control comments or counter negative publicity, nor did it clarify any sibling relationship.

The words were full of support for Jiang Che's decision and a dignified blessing for last night's live broadcast.

"this……"

Song Yuqi froze, her finger hovering over the screen.

In the entertainment industry, the attitude of fan clubs often represents the tacit approval of the artist's team.

Such a statement, which directly acknowledges the claim without seeking clarification, is tantamount to an official stamp.

Jiang Che leaned back in his chair, watching her dazed expression.

"If it's true, why issue a statement denying it?"

He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, without the slightest hesitation.

Song Yuqi felt her cheeks getting hot.

That last bit of uncertainty in my heart was completely dispelled by those words.

"Doesn't your team care about you at all?"

She muttered something under her breath, trying to hide her unease.

"They can't control who I write songs for, and naturally they can't control who I like."

Jiang Che bent his fingers and tapped them twice on the table.

Just then, Song Yuqi's phone rang again.

"Yuqi? Song Yuqi! Where are you?"

Su Qing's voice came through the receiver.

"Sister Qing, I'm listening."

Have you made up your mind yet?

Su Qing was getting increasingly anxious on the other end of the line, and the sound of her flipping through papers grew even louder.

"The online discussion is still brewing, you have to give me a heads-up."

She softened her tone and posed one last question.

"Tell me honestly, what exactly is your relationship now?"

Song Yuqi raised her eyes.

Jiang Che was sitting opposite her, watching her.