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

After hanging up Jiang Che's call, Wu Zheng paced back and forth in the broadcast van.

He took out his phone, found Song Yuqi's number, and dialed it.

The phone was answered after only a few rings.

"Director Wu? Wasn't there no recording scheduled this morning?"

Song Yuqi's voice sounded a little muffled, indicating that she was still lying on the bed.

Wu Zheng cleared his throat and adopted an extremely amiable tone.

"Yuqi, it's true that I need to rest. However, our show is so popular that I'd like to extend the filming on the island by two days."

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone.

Song Yuqi turned over and sat up in bed.

"Add more recordings? But can we coordinate everyone's schedules?"

Wu Zheng immediately responded, his tone full of laughter.

"The itinerary is easy to arrange, the main thing is you and Jiang Che."

"I just called Jiang Che to try and find out what he thinks."

Song Yuqi gripped her phone tightly and asked another question.

"What did he say?"

Wu Zheng paused deliberately and then clearly repeated Jiang Che's original words.

"The lyricist directly shut me down, saying, 'Let me ask you if you're tired first.'"

Song Yuqi suddenly tightened her grip on her phone.

My whole face started to feel hot.

Wu Zheng continued his persuasion over the phone.

"We're not doing any high-intensity missions this time; we're just filming everyday life."

"If you feel tired, I'll ask the station to let you go."

Song Yuqi pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress the urge to grin.

"I'm not tired. Let's do extra recordings then. I'll follow Director Wu's arrangements."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yuqi buried her head in the pillow and rolled around in bed twice, wrapped in the blanket.

Women in love, especially at the beginning, feel that everything their boyfriend says is sexually exciting.

That's her current state.

...................

Noon.

Private rooms in the Chinese restaurant on the second floor of the hotel.

Deng Chao, Chen He, and Lu Han arrived early and were looking through the menu around the round table.

The door to the private room was pushed open.

Jiang Che walked ahead and pushed open the heavy wooden door with one hand.

He naturally held Song Yuqi's hand with his other hand.

The two of them walked in quite casually.

Chen He immediately noticed the two men's clasped hands, threw the menu on the table, stood up, and clapped loudly.

"Look everyone! The bride and groom are entering!"

Lu Han tapped her teacup with her chopsticks, making a crisp sound.

May you have a long and happy marriage! May you have many children!

Song Yuqi's face flushed red instantly, and she quickly pulled her hand out of Jiang Che's palm.

She lowered her head and quickly walked to the table, finding an empty seat to sit down.

Jiang Che's expression remained unchanged as he pulled out the chair next to Song Yuqi and calmly sat down.

He picked up the celadon teapot on the table and poured half a cup of hot water.

He slowly and methodically scalded all the bowls, chopsticks, plates, and spoons in front of Song Yuqi.

Their movements were so practiced that they didn't need to think at all.

Deng Chao, watching from the opposite side, grinned and said sourly.

"Old Jiang, we've known each other for over three months, how come you've never once scalded my bowls for me?"

Jiang Che pushed the hot tableware to Song Yuqi's side and glanced at Deng Chao.

"You're so thick-skinned, boiling water will make your skin peel off."

A burst of laughter erupted in the private room.

Chen He laughed so hard he slammed his hand on the table, pointing at Deng Chao and mocking him.

"Don't you even know your place? Trying to compete with the boss's wife for her favor!"

Song Yuqi had just picked up her water glass to drink when she heard the words "boss lady," and she almost choked on her water.

She glared at Chen He.

"Brother He, if you keep shouting like that, you'll have to pay for this meal yourself!"

Chen He waved his hand dismissively.

"I don't mind, I'll just consider it a gift."

Jiang Che took the menu from the waiter and flipped through a couple of pages.

"Add a coconut chicken and a stir-fried vegetable dish."

He handed the menu back.

"Put the coconut chicken in front of her, and the seafood over there."

Deng Chao was displeased, and protests immediately erupted.

"Why eat vegetables when you come to an island? Old Jiang, this is too bland."

Jiang Che leaned back in his chair and turned to look at the waiter.

"She didn't sleep well last night, and the sea breeze made her unable to eat spicy food or seafood."

Song Yuqi turned to look at him.

Jiang Che was wiping his hands with a tissue, his eyes fixed on the turntable in front of him, when he said those words as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

That sweet feeling welled up in her heart again.

The door to the private room was pushed open again, and Wu Zheng walked in carrying his signature megaphone.

Two men carrying video cameras followed behind him.

Wu Zheng, his face glowing, walked to the table and stood there.

Good afternoon, everyone. I have some good news to announce.

"This season's program has received special sponsorship, with filming on the island extended by two days and an additional special bonus episode added."

Deng Chao leaned back warily.

"Old Wu, what mischief are you up to now? We agreed to have a day off today."

Wu Zheng raised the loudspeaker.

The theme of this bonus episode: Daily life on an island.

Lu Han had just bitten into a piece of cucumber when it fell directly into the plate.

"Director Wu, why don't you just say we're the third wheels?"

Chen He slammed his fist on the table in dissatisfaction.

"Island life like this just Lao Jiang and Yu Qi's honeymoon? There's no need to bring a third wheel."

Wu Zheng listened to Chen He's complaints, but instead of getting angry, he placed the megaphone in his hand on the turntable.

He pulled out an empty chair, sat down, and tapped his finger twice on the table.

"Honeymoon? Brother He, do you have some misunderstanding about our production team?"

Wu Zheng grinned maliciously, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"We're filming 'Five Ha', which is different from the dating reality show next door. There's no such thing as making money while lying down comfortably."

Deng Chaogang's hand, which had just picked up his chopsticks, froze in mid-air as he stared at him warily.

"Old Wu, explain yourself clearly. What mischief are you plotting?"

Wu Zheng leaned back in his chair and placed his hands on his stomach.

"Island life is all about the word 'life.' At 2 PM, everyone will board the ship to West Island to begin our two-day, one-night island life."

"That sounds good."

Lu Han picked up another piece of cucumber. "The scenery on West Island is quite nice."

"The scenery is indeed beautiful, and we've arranged a natural sea-view room for you to stay."

Wu Zheng deliberately dragged out the last syllable, "But, there's no funding."

The private room fell completely silent.

Chen He slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups rattle loudly.

"Not a single penny? You expect us to survive in the wilderness on an island?!"

"Don't get excited."

Wu Zheng gestured with his hand, "We are a humane production team. Considering everyone's survival needs, we have specifically given you time to earn funds."

Deng Chao keenly noticed the flaw in the statement, and his brows furrowed.

"Wait, you just said you boarded the ship at 2 PM, it's already 12:15."

He pointed to the clock on the wall.

"You mean we only have less than two hours to make money?"

"To be precise, it was one hour and forty-five minutes."

Wu Zheng raised his wrist to check his watch. "Aside from mealtime, you have about an hour's window of opportunity to act."

"Wu Zheng, are you crazy?!" Chen He jumped up. "What can you do in an hour? Beg on the street?!"

Lu Han also put down her chopsticks and rubbed her temples.

"Director Wu, you're just being difficult. With our looks, if we went to work on the street, we'd probably be surrounded by fans before we even opened for business."

Despite the public's condemnation, Wu Zheng remained calm and composed, even taking a sip of water from his teacup.

"That's your problem to solve. In short, once you're on the island, you'll have to pay for your own bottle of water. If you don't earn any money, be prepared to go hungry in your ocean-view room."

Jiang Che remained silent.

He picked up a piece of coconut chicken that had just been served, rolled it in the dipping sauce, and placed it steadily into Song Yuqi's bowl.

"Eat it while it's hot."

He didn't even glance at Wu Zheng.

Song Yuqi bit her chopsticks, looked at Jiang Che, then at Wu Zheng, unsure whether she should eat or not.

Seeing that Jiang Che was not responding at all, Wu Zheng felt a little uneasy.

He cleared his throat and took the initiative to steer the conversation in that direction.

"Master Ci, your reaction is a bit too calm, isn't it? Aren't you worried about making a living?"

Jiang Che picked up a napkin to wipe his hands, slightly raised his eyelids, and glanced at Wu Zheng.

"Don't worry."

"Oh? What brilliant idea do you have?"

Jiang Che leaned back in his chair and spoke.

"I'm not going."

Wu Zheng's smile vanished instantly.

Jiang Che turned his head and looked at Deng Chao and Chen He, who were still in a daze.

"Have dinner, then go back to your room for a nap. Director Wu should contact my studio's legal department directly regarding the breach of contract penalty."

A collective gasp rippled through the private room.

Chen He gave a thumbs up.

"It has to be Old Jiang! He's rich and powerful, and he can deal with all sorts of fancy tricks!"

Deng Chao echoed this sentiment.

"Yes, yes, let's stop recording! Let him go to West Island and starve!"

Wu Zheng panicked and stood up abruptly.

"Jiang Che, you can't do this! The sponsors specifically requested the island side story!"

Jiang Che picked up the teacup, took a sip, and remained unmoved.

"I don't have money, I'm not going."

Wu Zheng knew that Jiang Che was a man of his word, and that he would only respond to gentle persuasion, not force.

His eyes darted around and landed on Song Yuqi, who was sitting next to Jiang Che and taking small bites of chicken.

"Yuqi."

Wu Zheng adopted a serious and earnest tone.

Song Yuqi paused, then looked up.

"Over on Xidao Island, there is the most beautiful coastal highway in all of Sanya, and the sunset there is absolutely stunning."

As Wu Zheng spoke, he kept glancing at Jiang Che's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

"There's also a private double swing by the sea, perfect for taking great photos."

"You two just started dating, don't you want to go there and create some romantic memories?"

Song Yuqi's eyes visibly lit up.

Double swing, coastal highway, sunset.

These words, when combined, can be incredibly damaging to a woman who has just fallen deeply in love.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che put down his teacup and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

Seeing the undisguised expectation in Song Yuqi's eyes, his originally resolute attitude softened slightly.

There was a three-second silence.

He turned his head and stared directly at Wu Zheng.

"How do you make money?"

These three simple words effectively declared the strike plan a failure.

Chen He clutched his chest in anguish.

"What a tyrant! From now on, the emperor will never hold court again! Old Wu won't even need to say two words to control you!"

Deng Chao fanned the flames from the sidelines.

"Old Jiang, aren't you being a bit too flexible with your bottom line? Didn't you just say you were going to quit recording?"

Jiang Che completely ignored their teasing.

He stared at Wu Zheng and repeated it again.

"What's the task of making money? Stop talking nonsense."

Wu Zheng smiled triumphantly and took a task card from his assistant.

"The task was simple: the production team set up three booths outside the hotel lobby on the first floor."

"You need to earn as much money as possible through these three stalls within one hour."

"Just a reminder, no forced purchases using facial recognition; everything must be an equal exchange. The timer starts when you finish this meal."

Jiang Che glanced at the contents of the task card and frowned almost imperceptibly.

He turned his head and looked at Song Yuqi.

"Are you full?"

Song Yuqi quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and nodded vigorously.

I'm full.

Jiang Che stood up and casually grabbed her sun-protective shirt.

"Let's go make some money."