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

Wu Zheng tossed the flowchart onto the folding table, put his hands in his pockets, and swaggered back to the director's headquarters.

The assistant director remained where he was, clutching his ledger, watching Wu Zheng's increasingly slow and deliberate steps, and could see resignation in those few steps.

On the beach, Chen He immediately jumped up, kicking sand flying everywhere.

"That's a wrap!"

"Comrades, with 8,700 yuan in hand, we must prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast tonight!"

Deng Chao wiped his sweat and put his arm around Chen He's shoulder.

"Old Wu has completely given up the struggle."

"Little Deer, hurry to the island's farmers' market and bring me all the most expensive ingredients!"

Song Yuqi hugged her crossbody bag to her chest, pressed the zipper with both hands, and defensively took a half step back.

"Brother Chao, Brother He, even though we've won money, we can't squander it recklessly."

"You need to plan rationally, understand?"

Chen He immediately withdrew his imposing manner, clasped his hands together, and bowed repeatedly to her.

"My dear sister, Butler Song, eight thousand seven hundred yuan!"

"We've been flying in the sky and rolling in the water all day, our lives are almost in Lao Wu's hands, how can having a good meal be considered extravagant?"

Jiang Che came to Song Yuqi's side and reached out to ruffle her bun.

"Just approve whatever you want to eat."

"You've done a great job today, no need to be stingy."

Song Yuqi glanced up at Jiang Che, then released her grip on the zipper, her smile finally coming out.

"Since the chef has spoken, I'll be generous this time."

She opened her backpack, pulled out a stack of banknotes, counted out twenty bills, and handed them to Lu Han.

"Little Deer, two thousand yuan for expenses."

"Oysters, scallops, prawns, lamb skewers—buy the freshest ones."

Lu Han took the money and deftly stuffed it into her pocket.

"Yes, sir!"

"Brother He, Brother Chao, let's go shopping!"

Chen He and Deng Chao cheered and pushed Lu Han toward the sightseeing bus, afraid that Song Yuqi would change her mind at any moment.

In the blink of an eye, only Jiang Che and Song Yuqi remained on the beach.

The tide washed over their feet, and Song Yuqi took a half-step back, protecting her money bag.

She recounted the money inside, her shoe tip leaving a shallow mark on the sand.

"Jiang Che, did I give you too much?"

Jiang Che looked down at her and tapped the small bag she was protecting in front of her with his fingers.

"not much."

"You can spend all eight thousand dollars if you want, as long as you're happy."

Song Yuqi's ears burned, and she immediately pulled her bag closer to her chest.

"That won't do..."

"I'm planning to save the rest of the money so we can have hot pot when we get back to the mainland."

Jiang Che took her hand and gathered her fingers, which had been chilled by the sea breeze, into his palm.

"it is good."

"Let's go back to the mainland for hot pot, it's on me."

Song Yuqi grabbed his fingers and deliberately shook them twice.

"That's more like it."

Half an hour later, Chen He and his two companions jumped off the sightseeing bus carrying large and small bags.

In addition to seafood and meat skewers, they also rented a complete outdoor barbecue grill and charcoal from the islanders.

Deng Chao rolled up his sleeves and poured the charcoal into the oven.

"Come on, let's start a fire!"

"Tonight, you'll get to try Brother Chao's exclusive barbecue recipe!"

Chen He moved over a folding chair, sat down casually, and opened a can of chilled soda.

"Brother Chao, you should probably give up on your cooking skills."

"The chicken wings I grilled last time were burnt on the outside and bloody on the inside. I had an upset stomach for three days after eating them."

Deng Chao glared at him and slammed his fan down on the stove.

"That was an accident!"

"With Jiang Che here today, I'll just lend a hand, okay?"

Jiang Che changed into a clean gray T-shirt and came over to take over the barbecue grill.

Lighting the charcoal, brushing on the oil, arranging the skewers—the whole process left Deng Chao no chance to interfere.

Song Yuqi dragged over a small stool and sat down next to Jiang Che, her eyes following the meat skewers on the grill.

As the fat fell into the charcoal fire, the flames leaped up half an inch, and the aroma of meat quickly overpowered the salty smell in the sea breeze.

Chen He stretched his neck, sniffed, and his throat moved twice.

"fragrant!"

"Brother Che, give me two skewers of kidneys to help me recover. I was so scared by the zipline today, I'm terrified."

Jiang Che picked up the spice jar and sprinkled cumin and chili powder on the meat skewers.

"You weren't included in the first batch."

Chen He held the soda can up, but didn't bring it to his mouth for a long time.

Why?

Deng Chao laughed out loud from the side.

"Is that even a question?"

"The first batch will definitely go to Yuqi!"

"Chen He, do you even have any sense of propriety?"

Jiang Che picked out a few skewers of mutton without chili peppers, blew on them to cool them down, and handed them to Song Yuqi's mouth.

"Try it."

Song Yuqi took a small bite, chewed it twice, and nodded repeatedly.

"tasty!"

"Jiang Che, you really should open a shop."

Jiang Che put the remaining skewers into her plate.

"Eat more if you like."

Chen He glanced at the meat skewers in front of Song Yuqi, then at his own empty plate, leaned back in his chair, and sighed.

"How cold and heartless the world is..."

"After all these years of roaming the martial world, I, Chen He, have actually been reduced to watching others show off their love to fill my stomach."

Lu Han walked over carrying cleaned oysters and nudged him with her shoulder.

"Brother He, you'll get used to it."

"Look how calm Brother Chao is."

Deng Chao was brushing garlic sauce onto the oysters when he heard this and raised his eyelids.

"Is that what you call calm?"

"I'm numb."

"From Seoul to Sanya, these two never stopped, and I almost overdosed on my insulin."

Song Yuqi couldn't sit still any longer from their nagging, so she grabbed two skewers of meat and stuffed them into Chen He's hand.

"Brother He, here, have some."

"Shut your mouth."

Chen He immediately caught it and took a big bite.

"It smells so good!"

"For the sake of the meat, I'll say less tonight."

As night fell, everyone had almost finished eating.

Several people sat in a circle around the campfire. Chen He picked up his guitar and strummed a few out-of-tune chords.

"Brother Che, you've eaten your fill, shouldn't you sing a few lines?"

Deng Chao started clapping along to the rhythm.

"Give me one!"

"Jiang Che, give us a grand finale for our island night!"

Lu Han handed over another folk guitar.

"Brother Che, Sister Yuqi, how about we sing a duet?"

Song Yuqi sat down next to Jiang Che with her knees drawn up to her chest, and glanced at him first when she heard what he said.

"I...I'll listen to Jiang Che."

Jiang Che took the guitar, tested the sound, and turned his head to meet her gaze.

"Then let's sing that song."

Song Yuqi didn't ask which song it was, but a smile was already on her lips.

The prelude begins.

Jiang Che plucked the strings and sang the first line.

"I take a small sip, and you say you love me..."

Song Yuqi naturally continued.

"I'm still savoring the tenderness you gave me..."

When it was time for the chorus, the two turned their heads at the same time, neither of them trying to beat the beat.

Chen He and Deng Chao leaned against each other, waving glow sticks left by the production team.

Lu Han took out her phone and recorded the entire segment.

As the song ended, Chen He was the first to clap his hands.

"Absolutely amazing!"

"If this footage gets broadcast, I'll eat my hat if the audience doesn't go crazy!"

Deng Chao propped himself up on his knees and stretched his back.

"Alright, it's getting late."

"There will probably be a final recording session tomorrow, so this old man needs to go back to sleep."

Chen He and Lu Han also stood up, quickly packed their things, and turned to walk towards the villa.

"Che-ge, Yu-qi, you two take your time chatting."

"Let's leave first!"

The beach quickly quieted down.

With only scattered embers remaining, Song Yuqi moved closer to Jiang Che, resting her shoulder on his arm.

Jiang Che.

"Um?"

"Is filming for West Island going to wrap up tomorrow?"

"You can't bear to part with it?"

Song Yuqi rested her forehead against his shoulder and responded after a moment.

"These past few days have gone by too fast."

"Although Director Wu always finds ways to mess with us, being with everyone... and having you here, makes me really happy."

Jiang Che helped her tuck her knitted cardigan, which had been blown open by the wind.

"Recording session is over."

"We won't."

Song Yuqi lifted her head from his embrace.

Jiang Che's hand was still on her shoulder, and he continued talking.

"I'll go with you wherever you want to go from now on."

She tilted her head back, not asking any further questions, but her fingers tugged at the fabric of Jiang Che's shirt.

"You said it yourself..."

"Don't complain about me when the time comes."

"Won't."

The answer came too quickly.

Song Yuqi stared at him for a moment, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him.