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

Jiang Che's teasing words, delivered in a breathy tone, made Song Yuqi's neck flush.

Furious but not daring to utter a sound, she simply reached out in the darkness and, relying on her sense of touch, pinched his waist.

The man looked thin, but the muscles in his waist and abdomen were as hard as stone.

Song Yuqi couldn't twist it, and Jiang Che grabbed her fingers instead.

"You still dare to lay a hand on me?" Jiang Che's voice was even lower, tinged with a hint of amusement.

He pressed her restless hand firmly against the back of the cabinet with his fingers: "Behave yourself, there are people outside."

Song Yuqi's back was pressed against the wooden board, and her wrists were held to the side of her face.

Jiang Che's tall figure almost completely shrouded her in shadow.

The two stood facing each other, listening to the extras outside searching back and forth.

After what seemed like an eternity, the lead worker's cursing finally came from outside: "There's not a soul in this room! Move on to the next one!"

The chaotic footsteps gradually faded into the distance, and the door slammed shut again.

Song Yuqi let out a long breath and immediately bumped Jiang Che with her shoulder: "Get out of the way, you're squeezing me to death."

Jiang Che released her wrist, turned around, and pushed open the cabinet door.

The dim light in the corridor shone back in, and Song Yuqi took a deep breath of fresh air, reaching out to smooth the wrinkles that had been pressed into her cheongsam.

"With Bai Lu's running speed, it's a shame she doesn't train for sprinting."

While fixing her hair, Song Yuqi complained, "They keep saying they're contributing to the team, but when there's any trouble, they're nowhere to be found."

Jiang Che flipped the combination lock on the briefcase back into place, took out the half of the brass pocket watch and glanced at it: "Good, one person is missing, we'll split this clue between us. Let's go to the second-floor ballroom."

Song Yuqi followed behind him in high heels.

The ship's cabin corridor was cramped, and although her burgundy cheongsam looked beautiful, it did restrict her movement.

He had only taken two steps when he twisted his ankle and fell forward.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Jiang Che turned around, grabbed her arm, and lifted her up.

"Ms. Song," Jiang Che looked down at her, "with you tripping and falling every two steps, why don't you take off your high heels and walk barefoot?"

"No need, these heels are too thin, I'll get used to them," Song Yuqi said stubbornly, but her hands honestly clung to Jiang Che's forearm for support.

The two avoided the patrolling NPCs and made their way to the second floor.

Pushing open the two heavy, carved wooden doors, the scene before my eyes changed.

A huge crystal chandelier cast a golden light, and a gramophone played languid jazz music.

A dozen or so pairs of extras dressed in cheongsams and suits were slowly dancing ballroom dances on the dance floor.

On the sofa in the center of the hall sat a woman wearing a dark green cheongsam and holding a slender pipe; she was the NPC "Paramount Owner".

Wu Zheng's annoying broadcast voice blared from the corner loudspeaker right on time:

"Agents, the second clue is in the landlady's hands. To get it, you must blend into the ball, stun everyone with a dance, and win the landlady's favor."

Jiang Che turned around, extended his right hand to Song Yuqi, and bowed slightly: "Teacher Song, would you do me the honor?"

Song Yuqi stared blankly for a second as she looked at the man in the black three-piece suit who was reaching out his hand to her.

"You...you can dance this?" She stared at his hand, not daring to place it on his.

"Even if you've never eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run?"

Jiang Che reached out and pulled her over.

Song Yuqi exclaimed in surprise and bumped into his arms.

Jiang Che wrapped his right arm around her lower back, and through the wine-red velvet fabric, the warmth of his palm was clearly felt.

His left hand held her right hand.

Interlace your fingers and clench them tightly.

"Jiang Che! I really don't know how, I'm sure I'll step on your foot!" Song Yuqi panicked.

No matter how carefree she is normally, when it comes to this kind of close and intimate dance, all her paper tiger confidence is exposed.

"It's okay, just follow my rhythm." Jiang Che led her directly onto the dance floor.

The music just happened to switch to a very rhythmic Argentine tango.

As the first note faded, Jiang Che wrapped his arm around her waist and quickly turned around.

Song Yuqi was completely led by him.

The moment her high heels touched the ground, Jiang Che's footsteps were already close to the edge of her skirt, forcing her to retreat.

"Step back with your left foot," Jiang Che whispered a reminder.

Song Yuqi's mind went blank, and she could only follow the force of his hands.

Tango is inherently a highly aggressive and pulling dance.

Jiang Che's movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

If he takes a step forward, Song Yuqi must take a step back.

He was in control of the whole situation, firmly guiding her into his rhythm.

"Don't walk so fast! I can't keep up!" Song Yuqi gasped for breath, her eyes fixed on Jiang Che's chin, afraid that she might accidentally trip and fall flat on her face.

"Don't look at the ground, look at me."

Jiang Che tightened his grip on her lower back slightly, bringing the two of them even closer.

Song Yuqi was forced to raise her head and meet Jiang Che's deep gaze.

The lights in the dance floor shone on his face, and his usually somewhat carefree face now showed complete focus.

Did this man take the wrong medicine?

Why are you being so flirtatious today?

Song Yuqi cursed inwardly, but her body was already instinctively moving in accordance with his guidance.

That high-slit cheongsam became the most lethal prop amidst the hurried pace.

With each step he took, Jiang Che's suit trousers would brush against her calves.

That elusive, almost imperceptible touch, like static electricity, sent shivers down her spine.

The live chat exploded with comments instantly.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Who taught him to dance like that?! Is this even free to watch?!]

[That positioning! That sense of tension! Jiang Che, you're too good at this!]

[Yuqi, who's usually such a tomboy, is now completely being led by Jiang Che! The contrast is amazing!]

[Move the Civil Affairs Bureau onto the Zhiyin cruise ship! Immediately! Right now!]

The music reached its climax, and the tempo quickened.

Jiang Che flipped his wrist, and Song Yuqi spun around twice in place following his force.

The wine-red skirt hem bloomed like a blossoming rose.

Before she could even regain her balance, Jiang Che grabbed her wrist and pulled her forcefully back into his arms.

Song Yuqi's back pressed directly against Jiang Che's chest.

He bent one leg and placed it in front of her, then reached his right hand under her armpit and firmly held her shoulder blade, forcing her to lean back.

This is an extremely difficult backbend move.

Song Yuqi's long neck was exposed to the air, and because of her leaning back, she instinctively gripped Jiang Che's suit jacket with both hands.

Jiang Che lowered his head, and the two of them, one above the other, almost bumped noses together.

His warm breath brushed against her collarbone.

The song ended.

All the other extras on the dance floor stopped what they were doing and spontaneously stepped back, making room for them.

There was a few seconds of silence, followed by a burst of enthusiastic applause.

Jiang Che used his arm strength to pull Song Yuqi up from her bent-over position.

Song Yuqi was a little short of breath, her eyes were red, and her chest was heaving violently.

She looked at Jiang Che's calm and composed face, so close to hers, and gritted her teeth, muttering a curse under her breath:

"Jiang Che, you liar! You were acting like a little kid before, but now you're such a smooth talker..."