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

Jiang Che looked at her bright red ear tips, walked to the bedside and sat down, keeping an arm's length distance between them.

"Didn't the housekeeper say there were no cameras in the room?"

Song Yuqi raised her hand to cover her face and glared at him through her fingers.

"Don't you think Wu Zheng went too far?"

"That's excessive."

Jiang Che nodded decisively.

Song Yuqi had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him slowly reply.

"But the color choice is good."

Song Yuqi grabbed a cushion from the bedside table and threw it at them.

Jiang Che turned his head to avoid it, and the pillow flew past his shoulder and landed on the windowsill.

"Jiang Che!"

"Um."

"Can't you be serious for once!"

Jiang Che reached out and picked up the thrown pillow, placed it next to her, then stood up and walked to the door.

He glanced back at her, his hand resting on the doorknob.

"It's fine if you don't wear it, actually I'm not that interested in seeing it anyway..."

After saying that, he opened the door and left, leaving cleanly and efficiently.

Song Yuqi sat on the bed, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

By the time she realized what was happening, there were no more footsteps in the corridor.

She grabbed a cushion and covered her face, letting out a muffled shout that no one could hear.

Smoke from the oven was already rising in the courtyard downstairs.

When Jiang Che came downstairs, Chen He was holding a bamboo skewer and gesturing above the charcoal fire, muttering something to himself.

Should this piece of pork belly be placed on the left or the right?

"If the flame is stronger on the left and weaker on the right, won't it burn if I put it in the middle?"

Deng Chao squatted down beside him, his hands supporting his chin, looking utterly dejected.

Are you going to bake it or not?

"This meat has been turned around in your hands eight times already, it's almost cooked through."

Chen He tossed the pork belly skewers onto the grill, and as soon as they were placed, the grease dripped onto the charcoal fire.

With a "sizzle," the flames shot up high, almost singeing his eyebrows.

Chen He stumbled back three steps as if ejected, patting his chest and panting heavily.

"Who says barbecuing is easy? This is clearly a life-or-death struggle!"

Jiang Che walked to the grill, picked up the tongs, flipped the crooked meat skewers on the grill over, and moved a few pieces of charcoal that were burning too hot to the side.

In less than ten seconds, the entire grill was neatly arranged.

Chen He watched his smooth operation, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"You're so good at everything, aren't you?"

How many windows has God opened for you?

Jiang Che didn't even look up.

"Shut up and go rummage through the corn."

Chen He resignedly squatted down on the other side and began turning over the corn cobs.

Taking the opportunity, Deng Chao moved closer to Jiang Che and lowered his voice.

"Where is Yuqi?"

"Change your clothes."

Deng Chao's expression paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

"Change...change your clothes?"

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the master bedroom on the second floor, the image of the velvet box flashing through his mind, and he swallowed hard.

Jiang Che turned his head to look at him, his eyes calm.

Deng Chao immediately raised his hands.

"I wasn't thinking about anything."

"The swimsuit she was wearing just now."

Jiang Che added a sentence.

Deng Chao slapped his forehead.

"Yes, yes, yes, the swimsuit is wet, of course we need to change."

He turned and walked away, whispering a few words in Chen He's ear as he passed by.

Chen He's corn almost fell into the coal pile.

"Really?"

Deng Chao nodded vigorously, and the two squatted in the corner, huddled together, and whispered to each other for a long time.

Lu Han came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced ​​eggplant. Seeing the two people acting suspiciously, she stopped in her tracks.

"What are you doing?"

Deng Chao and Chen He looked up at the same time, both wearing identical fake smiles.

"It's nothing."

"Discussing barbecue techniques."

Lu Han glanced at them for two seconds, too lazy to ask any further questions, and placed the eggplant on the table next to the grill.

Ten minutes later, Song Yuqi changed into a dry short-sleeved shirt and shorts and came out of the villa.

Her hair was dried with a towel and was still a little damp, with a few stray strands sticking to her cheeks.

When she got to the grill, she first looked around at the meat being grilled, then picked out a few skewers of enoki mushrooms from the pile of ingredients and put them on the grill.

"Where's the sauce?"

Chen He handed over the barbecue sauce.

When Song Yuqi took the bottle, she noticed that Chen He's gaze was a little strange.

With a kind of indescribable... sympathy?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Chen He shook his head violently.

I didn't look at you.

I'm looking at enoki mushrooms.

"The enoki mushrooms aren't with me."

Chen He immediately turned his gaze to the sky.

"Then I'll look at the clouds."

Song Yuqi wrinkled her nose, feeling that these two people knew something they shouldn't know.

She turned to look for Jiang Che and found him flipping a steak, his posture casual, operating with one hand while the other was in his pocket.

The smoke from the grill drifted toward him, and he slightly turned his head to avoid it, the profile of his face particularly clear in the firelight.

Song Yuqi stared at it for a while before being interrupted by Deng Chao's voice.

"Yuqi, the food is burnt."

Song Yuqi looked down and saw that the edges of the chives had curled up and turned black.

She frantically flipped the food over, still sulking.

"It's all your fault, you distracted me."

Deng Chao and Chen He stared at each other innocently.

"We only said one sentence."

"Why are you blaming us for spacing out?"

Lu Han sat on the wooden stool next to her, opened a bottle of soda, and watched the people at the table bustling about.

He took a sip and suddenly spoke.

"Wu Zheng must be watching the surveillance footage somewhere."

The more we made a fuss, the happier he became.

Deng Chao thought about it and felt it made sense.

"Then what should we do? Go along with him?"

Lu Han shook her head.

"It's okay if you don't cooperate."

"But he'll probably edit most of tonight's footage into a bonus episode, which will cause a double explosion in both the comments and trending topics."

He glanced in the direction of Jiang Che and Song Yuqi.

"The footage from those two alone is enough for Wu Zheng to edit three episodes."

Chen He gnawed on a half-cooked ear of corn, mumbling indistinctly as he spoke.

"Did you think Wu Zheng's delivery of that box was pre-planned, or was it a spur-of-the-moment decision?"

Lu Han thought for a moment.

"It must have been planned in advance. I think he mainly wanted to see Jiang Che's reaction."

Deng Chao leaned over and said, "I think so too. If Yuqi returns the clothes, Wu Zheng will definitely use it as an excuse to make trouble."

He glanced at Jiang Che and continued, "If they didn't return it and also said there were no cameras in the room, then they want to see Jiang Che's expression."

"After all, the two of them just went to the room, so they're bound to talk about this dress."

Chen He nodded vigorously and took over the conversation.

"I'll make a bold prediction: Yuqi and Jiang Che were definitely discussing 'whether or not to wear it' just now."

"Don't let Yuqi's usual carefree attitude fool you, she turns into a complete jerk when it comes to these kinds of embarrassing moments, she definitely won't wear it."

"Jiang Che will definitely go along with her, but... I observed Jiang Che's expression after he came out, and he seemed a little disappointed?"