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

10:00 AM, Shanghai Hongqiao Airport.

Jiang Che yawned as he pulled his black suitcase.

Last night's grand chorus at Jiefangbei lasted until midnight, and almost none of the members of Wuha got any sleep.

Deng Chao was so unsteady on his feet that he was leaning against Wang Mian, rubbing his back and complaining.

"I guess I'll be passing away in Chongqing."

Chen He walked behind, carrying a thermos, and replied in a chilly tone.

"Who told you to drag Boss Jiang to review that song 'As You Wish' until 3 a.m. last night? You deserve to have weak legs today."

Jiang Che ignored the two clowns behind him.

He pulled his black baseball cap down low and then pulled his mask up with one hand.

All he wanted to do now was get back to his big apartment in Lujiazui for a good night's sleep and feed his starving corgi, Ggigi.

The staff member in front pushed open the large glass door of the VIP passage.

The noise nearly blew the airport roof off.

Screams, mixed with the sound of camera shutters, poured into the passageway from outside the arrival hall.

The outside was packed with people, with long guns and short cannons set up outside the railing, creating a vacuum zone.

Lu Han walked to Jiang Che's left, immediately straightened up, reached out and tidied her hair that had been messed up while sleeping, full of confidence.

"No doubt about it, it must be my die-hard fans who knew I was going back to Shanghai today."

Song Yuqi walked on the right and casually pulled up the zipper of her work jacket, a sweet smile spreading across her face.

The two raised their hands simultaneously, ready to greet the fans outside.

Lu Han's hand was just raised halfway in the air.

The shouts of the fans in front could be heard clearly.

"Jiang Che! Look here!"

"Lyricist! Marry me!"

Lu Han's hand, which was raised in mid-air, stopped there.

He blinked, his gaze sweeping over the row of glaring neon signs at the very front.

None of them had Lu Han's name on them.

The two-meter-long black sign with white lettering in the very center was ridiculously bright.

[Boss Jiang releases a new song!]

The one on the left is held very high.

[Hey Lyricist, does your cousin need a sister-in-law?]

The one on the right is even worse, with red background and white lettering.

That woman who rummages through the trash can isn't right for you, look at me!

Lu Han silently lowered her hand and rubbed the seam of her pants.

"Okay, fans these days really change their minds quickly."

Song Yuqi was initially quite happy, but when she saw the last sign that read "Wedding Snatching," she almost couldn't keep her smile.

She turned and glared at Jiang Che, her tone sarcastic: "Teacher Jiang is quite popular, isn't he? Someone even wants to steal him away in the street."

Jiang Che frowned as he looked at the scene outside.

He lifted his leg to turn towards the side security passage, intending to bypass the crowd.

Just as he turned around, four burly men in black suits suddenly emerged from the side passage.

Four bodyguards pushed through the crowd and cleared a path from the outside of the railing.

A man in a gray suit squeezed out from behind the bodyguard.

The man's tie was askew around his neck, his leather shoes were covered in dust, his suit was wrinkled beyond recognition, and he was panting heavily from running.

Upon seeing who it was, Lu Han took a half-step back and blurted out.

Holy crap.

That's Zhao Mingyuan, the director of Xinghai Music.

Zhao Mingyuan didn't look at Lu Han, nor at Song Yuqi next to him.

His eyes lit up, and he rushed straight to Jiang Che, grabbing Jiang Che's wrists with both hands, as if afraid that he would leave at any moment.

The fans in the front row were completely stunned, and then the shutters clicked rapidly, flashes going off everywhere.

"Brother Che! Ancestor!"

Zhao Mingyuan's voice was terribly hoarse as he gripped Jiang Che tightly: "You've finally landed! I've been waiting for you at the airport for four hours!"

Jiang Che's wrist ached from his grip, and his brows furrowed even more as he skillfully pulled his hand back.

"Mr. Zhao, let go, these are all cameras."

Zhao Mingyuan not only didn't loosen his grip, but instead held on even tighter, as if he wanted to hang his whole body on Jiang Che's arm.

"I won't let go!"

Zhao Mingyuan's eyes were bloodshot with rage: "If I let you walk out of this door today, those directors at Xinghai will tear me apart!"

He stared at Jiang Che, his tone extremely humble, completely disregarding any semblance of dignity befitting a powerful figure.

"Name your price for the copyrights to 'As You Wish' and 'The Wall of the Heart'! Name your price!"

"I'll give you as many as you want, just don't sell them to anyone else!"

The entire room fell silent.

Even Deng Chao and Chen He, who were used to big scenes, were stunned at the entrance of the passage.

Who is Zhao Mingyuan?

The head of Xinghai Music, a powerful figure in the industry.

Normally, top-tier singers who want to see him have to book an appointment half a month in advance and still have to be mindful of his attitude.

Now, this big shot is standing in the airport terminal, in front of hundreds of fans and cameras, calling a newly appeared guest on a TV show "ancestor".

Seeing Zhao Mingyuan's disheveled appearance, Jiang Che didn't rush to agree.

He forcefully pulled his wrist out of Zhao Mingyuan's grasp and patted his sleeve.

"Let the studio handle the song matters; there's no need to chase me to the airport."

"We must pursue it!"

Zhao Mingyuan was so anxious he was jumping up and down: "Do you know that as soon as the central media reposted it this morning, people from NetEase Cloud Music and Tencent Music have already set off for Shanghai!"

"If I had been even half a day later, I probably wouldn't have even gotten any soup!"

Zhao Mingyuan pointed to the sky and gave a price quote right there on the street.

"I'll reserve all the top promotional spots on the homepage of Xinghai's entire app platform and on all major channels for you. All subsequent marketing and promotional expenses will be on me!"

"If you just nod, I'll get the contract out and sign it right now!"

Song Yuqi stood half a step away.

She looked at the man in front of her, who was being fought over by top capital in the industry, and couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

This is the person she has had a crush on for ten years.

The boy who used to sit in the last row of the classroom in high school and could silence the whole class with just a few lines of poetry has now finally stood in the center of everyone's attention.

She wasn't jealous.

She only felt proud.

She even subtly shifted her body slightly, protecting Jiang Che from some of the cameras and microphones that were almost touching his face.

Seeing Zhao Mingyuan's determined attitude, Jiang Che knew he wouldn't be able to leave without giving Zhao Mingyuan a clear answer today.

This old fox is lowering himself so much to force him to make a statement.

He was about to say something perfunctory to get rid of this big shot.

Lu Han, who had been silent on the left, suddenly raised her phone and shouted.

Holy crap!

The sound was so loud that it completely drowned out the clicking of camera shutters throughout the room.

Deng Chao jumped at his shout: "Lu Han, what's wrong with you! Are you trying to eat someone?!"

Lu Han didn't have time to pay attention to Deng Chao.

He rushed up to Jiang Che with his phone in hand, the screen almost touching Jiang Che's nose.

"Brother Che! Forget about President Zhao!"

Lu Han's expression was as if she had witnessed a grand spectacle, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Quick, check Weibo's trending topics!"

Jiang Che's eyelids twitched, and his gaze fell on the phone screen.

Lu Han's voice echoed throughout the corridor.

"Jay Chou has publicly urged you to release a new song on Weibo!"