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

Lu Han shoved her phone directly into Jiang Che's nose.

With the screen brightness turned up to maximum, the notification box for my Weibo follower is displayed at the top.

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Content: [Che, three years ago I treated you to milk tea, what happened to the three traditional Chinese style songs you mentioned? [Drinking milk tea.jpg]]

Jiang Che looked at the words and pushed his phone out half an inch.

Zhao Mingyuan stood half a step away, his gaze sweeping across the screen.

He paused for a moment, then grabbed Jiang Che's suitcase handle.

"Jiang Che! Xinghai will add another 10% to your royalties!"

Zhao Mingyuan was so anxious he was stamping his feet, not caring about his dignity at all. "Jay Chou doesn't need these three songs of yours, but I do! You absolutely can't let him fool you!"

Upon hearing this, the screams from the fans on the perimeter grew louder and louder.

Jiang Che reached out and pulled the suitcase handle out of Zhao Mingyuan's hand.

"Mr. Zhao," Jiang Che pulled his baseball cap down further, "let the studio's legal department handle this; this isn't the place to discuss contracts."

Zhao Mingyuan tried to lunge forward, but was forcibly separated by security personnel.

Song Yuqi squeezed to Jiang Che's side, grabbed the hem of his windbreaker, and followed him out of the passage under the escort of bodyguards.

They got into the nanny van.

The car door slammed shut, finally silencing the shouts of the hundreds of fans outside.

Deng Chao slumped in the leather seat, patting his chest and panting heavily.

Lu Han, holding her phone, paced around the train carriage, muttering, "Three years! You even dared to stand up a superstar?"

Chen He unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of water: "Don't make a fuss, your brother Che is in high demand now."

Jiang Che leaned back in his chair, took off his baseball cap and tossed it aside: "I casually mentioned a melody at the time, but I didn't finish writing it."

"You just mentioned it casually, and they've remembered it for three years?" Song Yuqi sat to his left, her elbows propped up on the car window, staring at him. "You're really good at racking up debts everywhere."

The sourness in that sentence is quite obvious.

Lu Han, always eager for a good show, was about to speak when Wang Mian, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly turned around and handed her the tablet.

"Guys, let's stop talking about bubble tea," Wang Mian said, his voice weak. "Take a look at this."

The tablet screen was stuck on the official Weibo announcement.

The Shengshi Music Awards, the most prestigious official music award in China, announced its annual nomination list just one minute ago.

Producer of the Year Nomination: Jiang Che.

The accompanying portfolio lists more than a dozen songs, almost encompassing the top 20 most-watched songs across the entire internet over the past three years.

The last line specifically notes the song "As You Wish" that was just sung in Chongqing yesterday.

No one in the carriage responded.

Deng Chao's hand, holding the thermos, hovered in mid-air. He looked at the tablet, then at Jiang Che.

"Best producer..."

Deng Chao swallowed hard. "Isn't this award usually only given to veteran artists in their forties or fifties? You got nominated directly with your qualifications?"

Chen He leaned closer and pointed to the long list of names.

"Even the official accounts have reposted 'As You Wish,' can't you see the trend? Shengshi is trying to use Jiang Zemin's popularity to boost its annual grand event."

Jiang Che didn't take the tablet.

A blue system notification popped into his mind.

[A nomination for a national-level award has been detected.]

[Reputation value skyrockets: +500 million!]

[Total reputation points have exceeded 2500 million, unlocking a hidden quest: Complete a custom-made arrangement to unlock the physique enhancement function.]

constitution?

Jiang Che recalled the embarrassing scene of climbing the hill, and he desperately needed this now.

The nanny van drove onto the overpass, ready to take the people home separately.

Deng Chao and Chen He lived in Changning District and were the first to get off the bus.

Wang Mian also got off at the next intersection.

Only Jiang Che, Song Yuqi, and Lu Han remained in the carriage.

"Master Zhang, to Lujiazui."

Jiang Che gave the driver the address.

Song Yuqi turned her head and looked at Jiang Che's profile.

She tapped her fingers twice on her knees, then suddenly spoke: "Your corgi's name is Ggigi, right?"

Jiang Che turned his head to look at her: "Mm."

"I heard it's been seeing only your aunt and not its owner these past few days, and it's almost listless." Song Yuqi looked at him confidently, "I'm going that way anyway, so I'll go check on it."

Lu Han, who was sitting in the back row and playing a game, immediately turned off her phone upon hearing this.

"No way, Song Yuqi, you're lying so blatantly, you didn't even bother to think of a draft?"

Lu Han leaned halfway out, "You live in Xuhui, and he lives in Lujiazui. You call that convenient? Your convenient route could circle Shanghai!"

Without even turning her head, Song Yuqi retorted, "I'm willing to pay for the gas if I take a detour, what's it to you?"

Lu Han wanted to say something more.

Jiang Che glanced at Song Yuqi.

Her face was full of defiance, her eyes held a hint of probing, and the way she turned her phone around revealed that she wasn't as calm as she appeared.

"Master Zhang, let's go to Lujiazui first." Jiang Che turned his gaze away.

Upon hearing this, Lu Han let out a long "Oh" from behind, the last syllable of which was drawn out.

Song Yuqi's lips curled up slightly as she turned her head to look out the window at the scenery.

Half an hour later, in a high-end apartment complex in Lujiazui.

Jiang Che stood in front of his house and entered the password.

With a "click," the solid wood door was pushed open.

A small, yellow and white creature immediately darted out of the living room, its tail wagging rapidly, and pounced directly onto Jiang Che's trouser leg.

"Waaaaah."

Ggigi called out and circled around him.

Jiang Che bent down to change his shoes and casually rubbed the dog's head.

Song Yuqi casually placed her bag on the entryway cabinet, squatted down, and stretched out her hand to Ggigi: "Come here."

Ggigi wasn't shy at all; she sniffed her palm and immediately nuzzled her head against it.

"This dog is just like you, heartless."

Song Yuqi rubbed the dog's ears without looking up, "They just follow anyone who gives them a little benefit."

Jiang Che took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, then turned to look at the woman squatting on the ground.

"What are you trying to say?"

Song Yuqi stood up. The work jacket she was wearing today was a bit short, and the movement revealed a bit of her waistline.

She took two steps forward, getting closer to Jiang Che.

The distance between the two was less than half a meter.

She poked Jiang Che's chest with her finger, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, through the thin shirt.

"Jiang Che, how many things are you still hiding from me?"

Jiang Che looked down at the finger that was poking his chest, but didn't flinch.

"You insisted on coming home with me today just to interrogate this?"

"I did it to watch the dogs," Song Yuqi said defiantly, looking up at him. "Is that not allowed?"

Jiang Che grabbed her wrist and removed her hand from his chest.

He didn't loosen his grip; his thumb pressed on her pulse, which was beating very fast.

"The dog's finished watching." Jiang Che's voice turned serious. "Where are you?"

Song Yuqi was speechless after hearing his words.

The boldness she usually has in flirting with people in front of the camera is diminished in this empty, spacious apartment.

She tried to pull her wrist away, but couldn't.

Her ears turned visibly red.

Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Che's phone suddenly started vibrating incessantly in his pocket.

The vibration was jarring in the quiet entryway.

Jiang Che glanced at Song Yuqi, released her wrist, and took his phone out of his pocket.

The caller ID showed a Beijing number with no saved name.

Jiang Che swiped to answer the call.

A highly recognizable voice came from the other end of the phone, with a slightly lazy nasal tone.

"Che."

Zhou Dong chuckled twice on the other end of the line. "I happen to be in Shanghai on some business. You're in Lujiazui right now, right? Open the door, I'm almost there with some milk tea."