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

The car was so quiet that the only sound was the whooshing of the air conditioning vents.

Jiang Che leaned back in the leather seat, staring at his phone screen.

The four old foxes in the group are still frantically spamming the chat to queue up.

Lu Han: [Stop playing dead! This is called running away! Weren't you quite brave when we held hands today?!]

Chen He: [Ci Ye, Yu Qi was so heartbroken when she left, why don't you quickly buy a ticket and fly over to comfort her?]

Jiang Che looked at the screen full of mentions and twitched the corner of his mouth.

[Recently, the studio has been swamped with copyright contracts, and all sorts of shady characters have been coming to me. Since the show is currently on hiatus, I'm taking advantage of this to deal with them all at once; I'm simply too busy.]

Go ahead and give them my regards.

Click to send.

The group chat went silent instantly.

Three seconds later, the group chat immediately erupted in excitement.

Deng Chao: [That's it, this kid's hopeless. Yuqi will be so heartbroken when she sees this.]

Lu Han sent an eye-rolling emoji: [Jiang Che, you deserve to be single forever! A simple greeting? Do you think you're visiting a relative?!]

Jiang Che ignored them, pressed the lock screen button, tossed his phone onto the center console, and turned to the driver, saying, "Back to Lujiazui."

Why go to Seoul?

These old fogies know absolutely nothing about visiting a set.

He knew that Song Yuqi's return to South Korea was a forced recall, and he knew all too well what kind of people lived there.

What she needs most right now is not a few cups of supportive coffee, nor a group of people running over to visit her on set and cause trouble.

The car was parked in the underground parking garage of a residential complex in Lujiazui.

Jiang Che pushed open the door, and Gigi, the corgi, immediately wagged her plump bottom and pounced on him, barking and rubbing against his trouser leg.

"Go play by yourself, I don't have time to tease you today."

Jiang Che casually rubbed the dog's head a couple of times, and without even taking off his coat, he pushed open the door to the workroom.

He turned on the equipment, pulled over the gaming chair and sat down, then casually touched the electric guitar next to him.

This afternoon on the beach at East Lake, her two little tiger teeth, and the way she tilted her chin up and stubbornly let him hold her hand, kept replaying in my mind.

"I owe you a complete one," Jiang Che muttered to himself.

He opened the music production software, brought up the unfinished version of "Romantic Love," rebuilt the foundation, and added bass and upbeat drumbeats.

This sweet song was quick to make; the mixing was done in half an hour.

But after finishing writing, Jiang Che stared at the waveform on the screen and tapped the table.

not enough.

This song is too sweet; it's not suitable for the high-energy, competitive music shows of South Korea.

Since she was urgently recalled to support the event, we need to create a song for her that can solidify her top-tier status and shock the entire audience at this critical juncture.

Jiang Che turned his head, pulled over the keyboard, and created a new blank project.

I recalled Song Yuqi's tomboyish coolness and her unique husky voice.

The rhythm should be heavy, and the attitude should be wild.

His fingers flew across the black and white keys, and a powerful synthesizer intro poured out of the monitor speakers.

……

At the same time, more than 2,000 kilometers away in Seoul, South Korea, at Incheon International Airport.

At 8 p.m., Song Yuqi, dragging her suitcase and wearing a black baseball cap and mask, followed her manager, Sister Ping, through the VIP passage.

She lowered her head and gripped her phone tightly.

The WeChat screen remained on the group chat of the five people, with Jiang Che saying, "I can't get away, you guys go ahead."

It was like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing the warmth she had accumulated.

"What's this...?"

Song Yuqi cursed inwardly.

"So self-righteous when holding hands, but then acted like nothing happened? Men really are all heartless jerks who turn their backs on you."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, but as she got angrier, a pang of sadness welled up in her heart.

Her schedule in South Korea was so packed for the past two weeks that she didn't even have time to sleep. She was hoping that her older brothers, the five of them, would come to visit her on set.

By the way... I can meet someone.

As it turned out, they were too busy processing the contract to even bother with a perfunctory response.

"Yuqi, cheer up!" Sister Ping turned around and patted her shoulder, interrupting her thoughts.

"There are reporters and fans everywhere outside. The buzz from China these past few days has reached us. There are twice as many people here to greet us today as usual. Don't look grumpy!"

Song Yuqi composed herself, put her phone in her pocket, and patted her cheeks.

She forced a standard girl group smile and strode out of the gate.

The moment he appeared, the entire arrival hall erupted in cheers.

The flashes of light were deafening, and the screams nearly shattered the airport windows.

"Yuqi! Look this way!"

"Honey, you're finally back!"

Korean fans pushed forward frantically, and the human wall formed by security guards was pushed to the side and crooked.

Among them were a large number of Chinese students, holding up huge light boards.

However, the wording on these signs today is completely out of style.

"Yuqi! Are you and Ci Ye really together?!"

"When is Lyricist coming to Seoul to steal my bride?!"

A fan site admin was carrying a large camera and shouting at the top of her lungs in Chinese.

"Yuqi! Will your brother-in-law come to see your comeback stage?! We've been watching the live stream every day and we're going crazy! Please let him come see you!"

Upon hearing the words "brother-in-law," Song Yuqi stumbled and nearly tripped on the ground.

She looked up at the excited fans, their faces flushed, and the sense of loss surged back at her even more intensely.

"He won't come." Song Yuqi shook her head at the fan site admin, her voice muffled and weary through her mask.

"He's very busy with work, so please focus more on our new album. Thank you for coming to pick him up at the airport."

After saying that, she lowered her head and quickly climbed into the black van parked at the entrance, escorted by security guards.

The car door slammed shut, shutting out the noise from outside.

Song Yuqi slumped in the leather seat like a deflated balloon, ripped off her mask, and didn't even want to say a word.

Sitting in the passenger seat was President Park, the company's CEO.

"Yuqi, you've worked hard." General Manager Park turned around and glanced at her, smiling like a chrysanthemum.

"The reaction to that variety show you participated in in China this time was absolutely terrifying."

"The company's stock rose three points this afternoon, and the board of directors is very satisfied!"

Song Yuqi hummed in agreement and turned to look at the receding street scene outside the window.

President Park, oblivious to her unusual mood, continued rubbing his hands excitedly.

"The company's senior management just had a meeting and decided that, in order to cater to the huge audience of the Chinese market, we will add a solo segment for your comeback debut."

"We want to use the two songs you sang on the variety show, especially the love song you didn't finish singing today."

"Everyone online is asking for the audio file right now. The company will cover the copyright fees, no amount is too high. Can you get in touch with Jiang Che?"

Song Yuqi was stunned for a moment.

Singing Jiang Che's songs?

On the music show stage in South Korea?

Given his treacherous nature, how could he possibly grant the copyright to a South Korean company?

She reached into her pocket, about to take out her phone, when a WeChat notification popped up on the screen.

Jiang Che.

Song Yuqi tightened her grip on her phone.

She quickly opened the chat window.

Without a greeting, without an explanation, Jiang Che didn't even type a single extra word.

The interface displays two compressed file packages.

The first file is an audio file: 【"Romantic Love" Full Arrangement.wav】

The second file is a thick PDF titled: 【Solo New Song "Cant Get You Out of My Head" Lyrics, Music, and Arrangement (Complete Set)】

There's another quote: "Copyright fees depend on the company's attitude towards you."

Song Yuqi stared at her phone screen, and all the grievances and disappointments she had accumulated at the airport seemed to be instantly washed away by those few words.

This guy... said in the group chat he wasn't going to Seoul, was it because he went home to write a song for her?!

"Yuqi? Can you hear me?" President Park urged from the front.

"What do you think of this proposal? We need to discuss the copyright as soon as possible; it's a win-win situation."