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

The sea breeze blew through the wooden fence of the dock, and the red flags on the shore fluttered in the wind.

Song Yuqi smiled and slipped her hand into Jiang Che's palm, her fingers gradually tightening around his.

Chen He swaggered over carrying his luggage bag, craning his neck to squeeze between the two.

"Hey you two, the yacht's already honked its horn to urge us on, and you're still gazing at each other so affectionately?"

Deng Chao pushed his sun hat back and strode after him.

"What do you know?"

"Young people are just being sentimental, it's so nice to have the sea breeze blowing."

Lu Han suppressed a laugh and pointed to the other end of the dock.

"Never mind those two for now, Director Wu needs to slip away."

Several pairs of eyes followed at the same time.

Wu Zheng had already stepped one foot into the van and was bending down to close the door.

Song Yuqi immediately let go of Jiang Che, took two steps, and pulled out a golden wish card from her bag.

"Director Wu, wait a moment!"

"I bought the wish card for 2,700 yuan, it's all written in black and white, you can't go back on your word."

Wu Zheng held onto the car door without moving. After two seconds, he turned around, his face already looking terrible.

"The show has already ended, can't we fulfill our promise back in Beijing?"

Chen He blocked the car door first, threw his luggage bag at his feet, leaving no way out.

"That won't do!"

"Back in Beijing, you'll still be the director. Where are we going to find grass skirts?"

Deng Chao snapped his fingers.

The support staff who were waiting nearby immediately ran over with a cardboard box.

The lid of the box was lifted, and inside lay a bright green plastic grass skirt, with two coconut shell props placed next to it.

The assistant director, holding the cardboard box, trembled slightly, and didn't dare to look up when he handed it over.

"Director Wu, the props team worked through the night to make them; they were all handmade."

Wu Zheng glanced at him sideways and took the grass skirt with extra force.

"You guys... you're ruthless."

Five minutes later, the photographers and staff had cordoned off the open space at the dock with three layers of barriers.

Chen He raised his phone and started recording.

"Sound engineer, start the music!"

"Let's have something upbeat and lively, the more energetic the better!"

The drumbeats burst forth from the speakers.

Wu Zheng stared at the crowd of onlookers, twisting his waist and hips a couple of times with difficulty, the plastic grass leaves rustling as they rubbed together.

Deng Chao squatted down on the ground and slapped the cement road repeatedly.

"Old Wu, be more forceful!"

"Get moving, don't be lazy!"

Song Yuqi laughed so hard she could barely stand, still clutching Jiang Che's sleeve.

An extra hand appeared at her side, supporting her steadily.

"Slow down your laughter."

Jiang Che looked down at her.

"I'll get another stitch in a bit."

Song Yuqi raised her face and pointed to the center of the field.

"Look at Director Wu's face... he's about to explode with anger."

"Serves you right."

Jiang Che gently tucked her disheveled hair behind her ears.

"It's because he kept asking about our funding the other day."

Thirty seconds later, Wu Zheng tore off her grass skirt, stuffed it into a cardboard box, turned around, and climbed into the van, slamming the door shut with a deafening bang.

A round of applause immediately erupted on the dock.

Chen He squeezed into the frame, holding up his phone, grinning from ear to ear.

"This video must be preserved."

"From now on, if anyone says Director Wu has no talent, I'll be the first to disagree!"

Half an hour later, everyone boarded the yacht for the return trip.

The bow of the ship cut through the waves, and white spray splashed out along both sides.

On the second-floor observation deck, Song Yuqi nestled under a parasol, head down, calculating the final results.

Jiang Che brought her a glass of lemonade and placed it beside her.

"Not finished yet?"

"We need to calculate it clearly."

Song Yuqi took a sip of her drink and tapped the pen tip on her account book.

"We won over six thousand from Director Wu in total on West Island."

"Even though I spent it all in the end, I managed to buy the bracelet, and the wish card wasn't wasted."

"No matter how you look at it, I'm not losing money."

Jiang Che sat down next to her, his gaze falling on the string of black pearls.

"If you like it, you've already lost out."

Song Yuqi raised her wrist.

Sunlight falls on the surface of the pearl, reflecting a soft, bright luster.

"Chef Jiang, when you asked for four thousand, didn't you feel any pain?"

"Why should I feel bad about buying you things?"

Song Yuqi held the account book, flipping through it twice without turning to the next page, but the corners of her lips curled up first.

She shifted to the side, her shoulder resting against Jiang Che's arm.

"You know how to talk."

Chen He, who was lounging on a recliner and eating an apple, saw this and his eyelids popped up.

"Brother Chao, can you smell anything on the deck?"

Deng Chao took off his sunglasses and sniffed twice.

"The smell of the sea, what else could it be?"

Chen He threw the apple core into the trash can, drawing out his words.

"Tsk, the sour smell of love."

"I've been sitting here for five minutes, and even drinking three glasses of lemonade hasn't stopped me from feeling better."

Lu Han sat down with her guitar in her arms and casually plucked the strings a couple of times.

"Brother He, just accept your fate."

"The comments section is now full of people urging them to hold their wedding right now."

Song Yuqi grabbed a small orange from the table and threw it over.

"Brother He, you can eat yours."

"Stop staring at us all the time."

Chen He caught the orange, peeled it, and put it in his mouth.

"Hey, the little accountant's getting impatient."

"Jiang Che, you need to control your husband. He's even daring to throw oranges at me, a veteran, now."

Jiang Che ignored him, peeled a lychee, and held it to Song Yuqi's lips.

"That was a pretty accurate throw."

Chen He, holding half an orange, turned to Deng Chao for judgment.

"Brother Chao, listen to this."

"Once you have a girlfriend, your brothers become like roadside weeds."

Deng Chao kicked the leg of the recliner.

"You're only finding out now?"

"All of us combined are not worth a single hair on Yuqi's head."

Before the laughter had even subsided, the yacht had already docked at the pier.

The group then transferred to a bus bound for the airport.

The air conditioning in the car was on full blast, and Song Yuqi closed her eyes shortly after leaning against Jiang Che's shoulder.

Jiang Che shifted his shoulder to make her more comfortable, and then draped a thin blanket over her.

Wu Zheng, who was in the front row, turned around with a walkie-talkie in his hand.

Before he could speak, Jiang Che pointed to the person on his shoulder.

Wu Zheng looked at Song Yuqi, then at him, and finally stuffed the megaphone back under his seat.

"Keep your voices down, we need to announce the next stop's itinerary."

Chen He stretched his neck and stopped talking.

"Where to?"

"Old Wu, please don't do any more island survival games. My back still hurts."

Wu Zheng opened the project proposal.

"Don't worry, we're not going to the beach."

"Next stop, an ancient Shu town in the southwestern border region."

"The theme is exploring intangible cultural heritage and the charm of ancient Jianghu."

Deng Chao leaned forward.

"That sounds quite elegant."

"The slow pace of life in an ancient town?"

Wu Zheng closed the proposal and slapped the cover against his palm.

"Whether it's elegant or not, you'll only know after you go there."

"Local intangible cultural heritage food making, ancient town team competition, all included."

"There are also two heavyweight mystery guests."

Chen He immediately sat up straight.

"Male or female?"

"Old Wu, you're not planning to create another chaotic scene, are you?"

Wu Zheng rolled up the proposal into a tube, tapped it twice on his knee, and simply left the problem aside.

"Once you arrive in the ancient town, you'll see the truth."

The bus swayed slightly as it turned the ramp.

Song Yuqi opened her eyes and raised her hand to rub her disheveled hair.

"Have we arrived yet?"

Jiang Che unscrewed the thermos and handed it to her, then smoothed down her spiky hair.

"not yet."

"Let's have some water first since we've just entered the city."

Song Yuqi took two sips from her cup and then turned her gaze to the window.

Did Director Wu just say something?

"I heard something about an ancient town..."

Lu Han turned around from the front row.

"Yes, next stop is the Ancient Shu Town."

"There are also two guest stars."

"Ancient Shu town?"

Song Yuqi's eyes lit up, and she turned around to hug Jiang Che's arm.

"Do they have Bo Bo Chicken and Hot Pot over there?"

Jiang Che pinched her cheek.

"have."

"I'll take you to eat at each of their restaurants then."

"But you promised."

Song Yuqi shook his arm, already planning what to eat next.

"If Director Wu dares to stop you, then go and overturn his table."

Jiang Che should do it decisively.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Chen He, sitting opposite, clutched his chest and leaned back in his chair.

"I can't live like this anymore..."

"I haven't even had a chance to eat hot pot in the Ancient Shu Town yet, I'm already stuffed with dog food."