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

Lu Han leaned closer to see the screen clearly and froze on the spot.

It took him a full five seconds to find his voice.

The blue, officially verified account name is—

@NetEase Cloud Music Official

The main text of the trending topic is a long image.

The title has eight characters.

"You've all heard his songs."

Below is a table with four columns arranged clearly.

Song title.

Lyricist and composer.

Year of issue.

Total views across all platforms.

Jiang Che's name appeared in the lyricist and composer column of each line.

The song ranked first is an old song.

It's been played in street-side milk tea shops, on mall announcements, and it's gone viral in short videos time and time again.

It has been viewed 4.7 billion times.

Lu Han slid her finger down.

The second one, 3.9 billion.

The third one, 2.8 billion.

Further down the list, none of the songs had a viewership of less than 200 million.

The bottom line is bold.

Jiang Che's works have accumulated 11.3 billion views across all platforms.

"Hold."

Lu Han uttered a single word, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

He gripped his phone tightly and looked at the string of numbers again.

"11.3 billion."

He looked up at Jiang Che, his voice slightly unsteady.

"Dude, you have 11.3 billion views?"

Jiang Che sat on the sofa and put his legs up on the edge of the coffee table.

"I told you, it's a small matter."

"You fucking..."

Lu Han pointed at him, her mouth opened and then closed.

He couldn't come up with the next sentence for a long time.

"Do you know how many singers in China have a total of less than 100 million plays across all platforms?"

"Know."

"Can't you get even a little excited?"

"What's there to get so excited about?"

Jiang Che picked up the water on the table and took a sip.

"Those numbers didn't just appear tonight."

Lu Han stared at him for three seconds, then turned to look out the window.

Turn back again.

It still couldn't be suppressed.

"Okay, I understand your confidence now."

He threw his phone onto the sofa and plopped down on it.

"So you knew from the beginning that those haters couldn't cause any trouble."

Jiang Che didn't reply.

Lu Han took it as his tacit agreement.

He leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

Ten seconds later, he sat up straight again.

"So you're not panicking at all."

"Um."

"Have you never panicked since they started insulting you?"

Jiang Che put the water glass back on the table.

"A person with a clear conscience has nothing to fear. Besides, if you are strong enough, a great scholar will surely defend you."

Looking at his expressionless face, Lu Han finally managed to squeeze out a single word.

"ox."

The entire internet was truly abuzz.

The long image posted by @NetEase Cloud Music just went viral and was immediately screenshotted and shared.

The official accounts of QQ Music and Kugou Music followed suit.

Both sides also released their own independent statistics.

The combined revenue from the three platforms exceeded 20 billion.

The topic of "Jiang Che riding on Song Yuqi's popularity" that was just trending on Weibo has completely changed in the comments section.

Someone put the three statistical tables together and added a sentence.

"Before you start cursing someone for trying to ride the wave of popularity, take a look at how many hit songs they have."

This comment has 430,000 likes.

The bottom is full of question marks.

[No way, he wrote songs for Jay Chou, JJ Lin, and other top stars?]

Two hundred billion? I thought he was just good at writing a few songs.

[This is what you call a behind-the-scenes amateur? This must be a supplier of hit songs, right?]

Where are the people who accused him of riding the wave of popularity? Come out and argue with them!

[Song Yuqi liked him for ten years, and now I suddenly understand.]

Deng Chao and the others couldn't sleep in their room either.

Chen He kicked the blanket to his feet and propped himself up on his arm to scroll through his phone.

Lu Han sent a screenshot of the statistics table, with a sentence below it.

I couldn't utter a single word in front of Jiang Che for a long time just now.

Deng Chao leaned over to take a look and clicked his tongue.

"Two hundred billion."

He remained silent for five seconds.

"I thought he was just an amateur who could write songs."

Chen He locked his phone and lay back down.

"more than."

Deng Chao turned his head: "You knew all along?"

"I don't know for sure."

Chen He put his hands behind his head and said, "I was fortunate enough to hear a big shot talk about him."

Wang Mian coughed on the spare bed in the corner.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Deng Chao: "Speak."

"Does Song Yuqi know this number?"

The room was silent for three seconds.

Deng Chao remained silent.

Chen He didn't answer immediately.

After a while, he finally spoke.

"She knew he could write, and she knew he was good at it."

"But just how powerful is it...?"

Chen He paused.

"I probably have no idea."

Deng Chao stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking.

"She had liked him for ten years and had no idea he was such a good fighter."

Chen He: "That sounds better."

"That's basically the idea."

Deng Chao rolled over.

"She genuinely likes it; she's not after these things."

Chen He pulled the blanket up.

"nonsense."

After Lu Han left, the room returned to silence for Jiang Che.

The wind direction outside has reversed.

He flipped his phone face down on the table and stopped looking at the trending topics.

He cared more about something else than those data.

Song Yuqi once said, "I'm leaving the entertainment industry to go home and live off my parents."

A top influencer, at 3 a.m., because someone was insulting him, directly used his main account to speak up.

They didn't even care whether their agent would go crazy.

Jiang Che rubbed his face and picked up his phone again.

After sending that message, she didn't say anything more.

It's almost five o'clock now.

I don't know if she's asleep or not.

He opened the chat window.

I typed half a word, then deleted it one by one.

Should I say thank you?

wrong.

Tell me not to mess around?

She won't listen.

Jiang Che put his phone down.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and a narrow beam of light fell onto the carpet.

It's almost dawn.

7:30 in the morning.

Song Yuqi walked into the restaurant with two bags under her eyes.

Her hair was loose, and her eyes were half-open from sleep.

She probably only slept for two hours last night.

The PR team made the call again and again.

She finally silenced her phone, tucked it under the covers, and started watching videos with her headphones on.

I fell asleep while scrolling through my phone, and when I woke up it was already daylight.

Deng Chao and Wang Mian had already sat down.

Deng Chao looked up and greeted her, his gaze lingering on her eyes for a second.

"Yuqi, didn't you sleep well?"

"I slept for two hours."

"Didn't you sleep poorly?"

"almost."

Song Yuqi sat down, placed the soy milk on the table, and glanced around.

Jiang Che hasn't arrived yet.

She didn't ask, picked up the soy milk and took a sip.

Deng Chao moved to the side and deliberately lowered his voice.

"Your agent called last night about that Weibo post, right?"

"I hit him."

Did I insult you?

"no."

Song Yuqi picked up a fried dough stick.

He said, "I really can't control you," and then hung up.

Deng Chao's lips twitched, and he couldn't hold back, turning his face away to laugh.

Wang Mian lowered his head to drink his porridge, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Song Yuqi looked up.

What are you two laughing at?

"no."

Deng Chao turned his face back, his expression serious.

"I think you did the right thing."

"Nonsense, of course it's true."

Song Yuqi took a bite of the fried dough stick.

"He didn't do anything wrong, so why is he being scolded?"

Deng Chao looked at her, his chopsticks hovering in mid-air.

She said it so smoothly.

It didn't feel like it was standing up for someone; it felt like it was just how things were supposed to be.

Footsteps could be heard at the restaurant entrance.

Jiang Che came in.

He was carrying a takeout Americano in one hand, and his eyes were also bluish-green.

He glanced at the table, pulled out the chair opposite Song Yuqi, and sat down.

Everyone at the table looked over.