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

Wu Zheng has been in the industry for twenty years; he's incredibly shrewd.

He was standing close to Bailu, and the strong scent of her perfume made him want to sneeze. He was already cursing her under his breath.

This royal family member, whom the sponsor forced in, is incompetent and only causes trouble from the moment he arrives.

Are you using the threat of withdrawing investment to pressure me?

The last company that threatened to withdraw its investment is now struggling to stay on the shelves of major supermarkets, with its stock price plummeting like a field of leeks. Why would it be afraid of this?

Who is driving Wuha's current popularity?

Wu Zheng knew perfectly well that after filming this episode, he would find a reason to throw this "drama queen" who brought her own funding into the production, along with her sugar daddy, out of the production.

"Stop dawdling!"

Wu Zheng clapped his hands, forcefully steer the conversation back to the main topic, "The sun's almost setting! Lyricist, have you chosen a song yet? Our netizens are getting impatient!"

Wu Zheng smoothed things over with a few words, directly shifting the focus of the attack to the mission.

Bai Lu felt a breath stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down.

She glared at Wu Zheng, knowing now was not the time to turn hostile, and kept a straight face and remained silent.

Jiang Che completely ignored Bai Lu's little actions, and looked down at his phone screen.

A few seconds later, he opened a scanned copy of a handwritten sheet music and handed the phone to Song Yuqi.

"This one."

Song Yuqi leaned closer, her head almost touching his shoulder.

"Romantic Love? How come I've never heard this song on any of the charts?"

"I've never released it; it's kind of a half-finished product that's been sitting on my phone for years."

Jiang Che shoved the phone into her hand. "This song hasn't been arranged in a studio. I haven't even had time to write the sheet music for the guitar accompaniment."

"There's no time to prepare accompaniment now, so we'll have to sing a cappella."

Song Yuqi glanced at the sheet music and lyrics on the screen.

She mentally went over the melody, then looked up at him: "This song is so sweet! Mr. Jiang, you actually write these kinds of love songs behind my back?"

Jiang Che reached for his phone: "If you're not going to sing, let's change it. I think 'Borrowing Five Hundred Years from Heaven' would suit you quite well."

"No, no, no!" Song Yuqi quickly hugged her phone to her chest, smiling like a cat guarding its food. "I'll sing! I was just praising your versatile style!"

The two of them stood under a willow tree next to them, holding their phones, and began to recite the lyrics.

Jiang Che tapped his fingers on his knees, setting the tone for her.

Song Yuqi cleared her throat and, following his rhythm, hummed the first line: "Hold my hand, I know you will lead me forward."

She originally had a sweet voice, and when she sang in a low voice, that sweetness went straight to people's ears.

Jiang Che paused for a moment while tapping the beat, and after two seconds, he smoothly continued with the next sentence.

His voice was clean and steady, which strangely complemented her sweetness, adding a grounded texture to the floating pink bubbles.

The two stood under the willow tree, heads touching, whispering to each other about the melody.

Occasionally, if Song Yuqi took the picture too early, Jiang Che would tap her arm with the back of his hand and whisper a few words of correction.

Song Yuqi wasn't annoyed; she just stuck out her tongue and did it again.

Not far away, several old foxes had already been watching intently.

Deng Chao pulled out a small stool from somewhere, sat down casually, and held a slice of watermelon in his hand.

"Old Chen, look at how lovey-dovey they are."

Deng Chao nudged Chen He next to him with his elbow, "Anyone who didn't know better would think we were filming some kind of dating reality show."

Chen He was munching on a cucumber, making a loud crunching sound as he bit into it.

"Brother Chao, do you think Old Wu did it on purpose?"

Chen He pointed at Wu Zheng, who was pretending to be blind with a megaphone, and said, "Given Jiang Che's current popularity, if he sings this song a cappella today, the servers of all the major music platforms will crash again tomorrow."

Lu Han squatted down beside him and drew circles on the ground with a twig.

"What do you know? This is a collision of souls between musicians."

He chuckled and teased, "Look at Lao Jiang, he's usually so aloof, but now he can barely contain his laughter."

Bai Lu wanted to interject, but didn't know what to say, so she could only nod.

If it weren't for the live stream cameras, she would have stormed off long ago.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Che stood up and put his phone back in his pocket: "Alright, the tune is almost right."

"No problem, I've got it all figured out."

Song Yuqi gave an OK sign, "But a cappella sounds so dry, didn't the production team give it any atmosphere?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zheng immediately perked up.

"We need to create the right atmosphere!" Wu Zheng waved his hand. "Stagehands! Bring those two rows of clothes up!"

"Since this is the stage chosen by netizens for the chorus, we can't sing in a soaking wet life jacket! Ten minutes to change and get ready, hurry up!"

Two staff members pushed over two rows of mobile clothes racks full of clothes.

These clothes were borrowed from a nearby studio by the production team; they have all sorts of styles.

Song Yuqi's eyes lit up. She rummaged through a pile of clothes, picked out a set, and crawled into the makeshift changing tent.

Jiang Che wasn't interested in any of that. He casually grabbed a black outfit from another rack and went into the tent next to him.

Ten minutes is neither a long nor a short time.

Tourists and fans on the shore had long been kept outside the cordon by security guards, but no one left at this moment; they were all holding up their phones and craning their necks to wait.

Deng Chao didn't even eat the watermelon anymore, throwing the rind into the trash can and staring longingly at the tent flap.

The tent flap on the left was lifted.

Song Yuqi came out first.

She usually wears either a loose-fitting windbreaker or a tracksuit when she's in Wuhari, and she rarely shows off her good figure.

But this time, she unusually changed into a black spaghetti strap fitted dress.

Thin black shoulder straps hung on her fair shoulders, the dress cinched perfectly at the waist, and a pair of straight, slender legs were encased in black leather knee-high boots.

Her previously loose hair was tied up into a neat high ponytail.

It's not only sweet, but also has a cool vibe.

When Chen He saw Song Yuqi's look, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Damn it..." Lu Han, who had been holding back for a long time, finally managed to utter this sentence.

The screen was flooded with comments within those few seconds.

[They're going crazy! This is what a top-tier girl group should be like!]

[Song Laoshi is usually so down-to-earth, I almost forgot she's an idol who's known for her stunning looks!]

Immediately afterwards, the curtain of the tent next to them was also lifted.

Jiang Che came out.

The scene fell silent.

Jiang Che has never worn formal clothes since he came to record the show.

Now, he has changed into a black suit and tuxedo.

Not the stiff, formal business suit, but one with an extremely fitted cut and a velvet-textured collar.

He wasn't wearing a tie, and the top two buttons were slightly undone, revealing his distinct collarbone.

Even worse, he had obviously just grabbed some hair gel from the tent and haphazardly tousled his hair.

Her usual casually styled hair was replaced by a Korean-style side parting that revealed her forehead.

That aloofness that usually kept him from bothering people transformed into a powerful, oppressive aura of asceticism.

Song Yuqi was adjusting the zipper of her boots when she heard the noise and looked up.

She was stunned as she watched Jiang Che walk towards her.

This person never dresses up normally, but now, dressed like this, he looks like a young nobleman who has sneaked out of a wealthy family's banquet.

The two, dressed in matching black outfits, stood by the shimmering East Lake. A breeze blew, and the scene was as beautiful as a movie scene.

Song Yuqi snapped out of her daze. Instead of being intimidated, she smiled broadly.

Amidst the commotion, she took the initiative to reach out and grasp Jiang Che's wrist, then slid down to interlock her fingers with his.

She looked up at Jiang Che, who was more than a head taller than her, and her little tiger teeth were showing.

"Teacher Jiang, please give me your guidance."