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

Song Yuqi stared at the dark blue velvet wooden box, a strange unease rising in her heart.

The gifts Wu Zheng gives are never good.

The butler stepped aside, his hands behind his back, his smile professional and appropriate.

Deng Chao came over with a basin of potatoes, craning his neck as if he were standing there.

"What good stuff is it? Open it and take a look."

Chen He went even further, placing his hand directly on the edge of the stone table and leaning his entire upper body over.

"Was it a king crab? Has Wu Zheng had a change of heart?"

Song Yuqi looked at Jiang Che with a questioning look in her eyes.

Jiang Che reached out, unfastened the metal clasp on the box lid, and opened the box.

A pale pink silk nightgown was folded over a dark blue velvet lining.

To be precise, it was a women's nightgown with a spaghetti strap design and an appallingly low amount of fabric.

The shoulder straps were so thin they were only as wide as a little finger, with lace trim around the neckline and two pearl buttons in the middle that looked like they could be pulled off at any moment.

The entire set of pajamas probably doesn't even cover as much area as the bath towel Song Yuqi is currently wearing.

The courtyard was quiet for three seconds.

Chen He's potato bowl fell to the ground with a thud.

Deng Chao turned and walked away, but after taking two steps, he turned back, his finger trembling as he pointed at the box.

"What...what is this thing?"

Song Yuqi's face started burning from her ears, quickly spreading to her entire face, and even her neck turned red.

She instinctively reached out and snapped the lid shut, her movement so fast the housekeeper didn't even have time to react.

"Who authorized you to deliver this?"

The butler calmly took a card out of his pocket and presented it with both hands.

"Director Wu specifically instructed that it be a custom-made gift for the newlyweds."

"There was a message on the card."

Song Yuqi snatched the card; it had Wu Zheng's flamboyant handwriting on it.

"Dear Yuqi, a member of the Five Ha Family, congratulations on getting a boyfriend."

"This is a small token of appreciation from the production team. We hope you have a pleasant stay at the villa tonight. — Love, Director Wu"

Song Yuqi turned the card over; there was another line of small print on the back.

"There's no live stream footage in the master bedroom, so feel free to wear it."

Song Yuqi was so angry that her hands were trembling.

"Wu Zheng!"

She shouted out into the yard, and her voice carried far.

Behind the coconut trees in the distance, Wu Zheng's figure could be vaguely seen flickering for a moment before quickly retreating.

Chen He squatted down to pick up potatoes, glanced up at the box, then at Song Yuqi's face, and quickly buried his head back down.

Deng Chao didn't have as many concerns.

He went around to the other side of the stone table, and when Song Yuqi wasn't looking, he reached out and lifted the lid of the box to take a look.

Then I gasped.

"Wu Zheng is really good at stirring things up."

He closed the box, walked over to Jiang Che, and patted him on the shoulder.

Brother, please accept my condolences.

"No, brother, congratulations."

Jiang Che stood still, his gaze sweeping over the box before moving to Song Yuqi's flushed face. His lips twitched, but he didn't laugh.

But the smile in his eyes was already impossible to hide.

Song Yuqi noticed his expression and stomped her foot in anger.

"You're still laughing!"

I didn't laugh.

Jiang Che turned his face away, pretending to look at the sea. But the corners of his mouth were clearly upturned.

Song Yuqi was even angrier. She grabbed the velvet box and headed into the villa.

"I'm going to settle accounts with Wu Zheng!"

Chen He, carrying the half-basin of potatoes he had picked up, chased after them for a couple of steps.

"Yuqi, calm down!"

"If you take the box to him, his evil scheme will succeed!"

Song Yuqi paused in her steps.

She looked down at the box in her arms, then at the direction of the villa, and found herself in a dilemma.

Taking the box back would be like falling into Wu Zheng's trap; who knows what kind of bad idea he might come up with next.

Throw the box away, and if it gets caught on camera, it'll be trending again.

Finally, she walked back to the stone table, put the box down heavily, and put her hands on her hips.

"No one is allowed to touch this thing."

Lu Han sat at the table skewering meat the whole time, without really participating.

He put down the bamboo skewer, turned his head to look at the box, and then looked at Song Yuqi.

"Actually, you can just lock it in your suitcase."

He took a sip of water and continued, "I'll tell Wu Zheng later that I received the items, but they're not suitable."

"This way, it won't be awkward, and it will also thwart Wu Zheng's plan."

Song Yuqi was stunned for a moment.

Deng Chao gave a thumbs up.

"Hanzi, you're the one who comes in handy when it matters."

Chen He nodded in agreement, but his mouth was still busy.

"But speaking of which, Wu Zheng gave clothes to Yuqi, but didn't he give us anything in return?"

"Why is she the only one who gets a gift?"

"I'm a member of the 'Five Huskies' family too!"

Deng Chao glanced at him sideways.

"You want it?"

"I don't really want it, I just feel it's unfair."

After muttering to himself, Chen He couldn't help but look back at the box again.

"That color is quite nice."

Jiang Che walked over, picked up the box, and handed it to Song Yuqi.

"Keep it."

Song Yuqi did not answer.

"Why are you keeping it?"

"I'll take it up for you."

As Jiang Che spoke, he turned and walked towards the villa.

Song Yuqi was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly realized what was happening and jogged after him.

"Where are you going to put it?"

"Master bedroom wardrobe".

"No!"

Song Yuqi reached out to grab the box, but Jiang Che easily dodged it by raising his arm.

The two of them walked halfway around the sofas in the living room, when Song Yuqi tripped over the coffee table and fell face-first onto the sofa.

Jiang Che turned around and glanced at her.

"What's the rush?"

"It's not like I'm asking you to wear it now."

Song Yuqi lay on the sofa, her face buried in the cushions, her voice muffled.

"Shut up."

Jiang Che stopped teasing her and carried the box upstairs to the second floor.

In the courtyard, Deng Chao and Chen He stood in front of the oven for a long time, but neither of them lit the fire.

Deng Chao held a lighter in his hand, pressed it once, and then released it.

"Do you think Wu Zheng planned this all along?"

"The villa, the swimming pool, that set of pajamas—it's all connected."

Chen He sat on a low stool next to him, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You're only just realizing that?"

"From the very beginning of the money-making tasks, this is a pig-slaughtering line."

"Let them make enough money first, then use villas and ocean views to keep them tied down, and finally use this kind of gift to push the atmosphere to a higher level."

"Wu Zheng is really good at doing variety shows."

"They really know how to play pranks."

Deng Chao let out a strong breath and tossed the lighter to Chen He.

"You light the fire."

"I just moved thirty-one boxes of stuff, my arms are sore."

Chen He took the lighter and squatted down in front of the oven, fiddling with it for a long time.

"We also carried thirty-one boxes! Your arms are sore, but mine aren't?"

Lu Han finished skewering the last batch of meat, stood up, clapped her hands, and walked to the grill.

He took the lighter from Chen He, bent down to light the charcoal, and the flames quickly shot up.

"You two have been arguing all afternoon, can't you just shut up?"

Deng Chao and Chen He looked at him at the same time, and then shut their mouths at the same time.

Lu Han straightened up and pointed to the skewered meat and washed vegetables.

"I've finished skewering the meat and chopping the vegetables."

"You can have the grill, I'll go prepare the drinks."

After he finished speaking, he walked into the kitchen without looking back, leaving the two of them staring at each other in bewilderment.

Chen He muttered to himself.

"Hanzi is talking a lot today."

Deng Chao nodded.

"They're probably annoyed by our constant arguing."

Upstairs, Song Yuqi finally got up from the sofa and went back to the master bedroom.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Che was standing in front of the French windows looking at the sea. The velvet box was on the bedside table, its lid tightly closed.

Song Yuqi stared at the box for three seconds, then walked over and stuffed it into the bottom of her suitcase, placing two coats on top of it.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Jiang Che turned around and leaned against the window frame.

Are you angry?

Song Yuqi zipped up her suitcase and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I won't get angry about that."

She paused.

"I feel ashamed."

"So many people in the crew saw it, and the housekeeper saw it too. Luckily, the live stream cameras didn't pick it up..."

She couldn't continue; her ears started to burn again.