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

Inside a nanny van in Seoul.

Song Yuqi stared at the message on the screen, "If you want, type 1," her back teeth practically grinding to powder.

Does this man even know what it means to offer someone a way out?

Are you trying to force her to admit, with her face pressed to the ground, that she wants him to come?

President Park was still rambling on about tomorrow's stage positioning, but Song Yuqi didn't hear a word he said.

Her thumb hovered above the screen, but she just couldn't bring herself to press that number.

"Depress 1? I'll depress your grandpa!"

Song Yuqi cursed inwardly and angrily tried to lock her phone.

But as soon as her fingertips touched the power button, the image of that guy in a black suit on the East Lake beach, bowing his head to sing a duet with her, flashed into her mind again.

Damn, I'm actually kind of thinking of having him come see it.

She wanted him to witness her absolutely blow up the stage, a chance to sing her original Chinese song entirely on a Korean home turf.

Song Yuqi bit her lip, quickly pressed a "1" on the keyboard, and clicked send.

Then, as if trying to cover up the truth, she quickly added:

I'm just worried I'll ruin your song, don't overthink it.

After sending the message, she shoved her phone into her bag, closed her eyes, and pretended to be dead.

More than 2,000 kilometers away, in an apartment in Lujiazui.

Jiang Che looked at the lone "1" that popped up on the screen, and the long string of stubborn explanations that followed, and laughed in exasperation.

This girl's stubbornness is practically incurable; she'll probably never recover from it.

Jiang Che casually tossed his phone onto the table, stood up, walked to the dressing room, and pulled out a black carry-on suitcase.

……

Two days later, in the VIP waiting room of Shanghai Pudong International Airport.

With forty minutes left before boarding, Lu Han crossed her legs and started ranting to Chen He next to her.

"Do you think Jiang Che is heartless? The look in Yuqi's eyes when she left was so heartbreaking that even I felt sorry for her."

Instead, he's hiding at home, busy with work. Couldn't he at least post something on social media to fool people?

With a small cake stuffed in his mouth, Chen He mumbled, "Absolutely, this guy is a cold-blooded songwriting machine."

If Yuqi asks about him during our trip, we absolutely mustn't mention him. It'll only hurt our feelings."

Deng Chao, standing beside him, was checking the local contact information in Seoul on his phone without even looking up: "Alright, stop nagging."

"When we get there, remember to keep the banner secure. I paid a hefty price for it; I'll make sure Yuqi gets a real stunt."

Just as Wang Mian was about to speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the glass door of the waiting room being pushed open.

A man wearing a black windbreaker, a baseball cap, and a black mask walked in dragging a suitcase and headed straight for their table.

Wang Mian was stunned, and patted Lu Han's arm: "Brother Lu, look at that person..."

Lu Han turned her head impatiently: "Who are you looking at...?"

Before he finished speaking, the man walked to the table, casually pushed his suitcase aside, pulled out a chair, sat down, and took off his mask.

The waiting room fell into a deathly silence.

Lu Han almost spat out the iced Americano in her mouth, choking and coughing repeatedly, her eyes wide as she pointed at Jiang Che.

"You...you...aren't you supposed to be managing everything at home? Don't you have so many contracts you can't even sign them all?"

Jiang Che leaned back in his chair, not even lifting his eyelids, his tone extremely natural.

"Yeah, a company in South Korea bought two of my songs. With such a big deal, I have to be there in person to oversee things, right?"

Chen He forced down the half-eaten cake, rolled his eyes dramatically, and said, "Who are you staring at, Ge or Yuqi?"

Deng Chao slapped his thigh with delight, pointing at Jiang Che and laughing so hard he almost fell over: "Fine, Ci Ye is tough. Flying to Seoul to collect debts definitely wasn't just to see someone's debut stage. We understand, we all understand!"

Jiang Che ignored the sarcastic remarks of these old foxes and took out his phone to check the time.

[Ding—The system has detected that the host is about to participate in a large-scale overseas public stage event.]

[Temporary hidden mission triggered: Assist the target in achieving a phenomenal debut.]

[Task Reward: Constitution +5, unlocks the special talent 'Proficiency in Seven Languages'.]

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow slightly.

This system certainly knows how to get involved.

Even without a mission, he still had to go see how much trouble that stubborn little girl could cause on a foreign stage.

4 PM, backstage area of ​​the Mnet television studio building in Seoul.

A very stylish pink heavy-duty support coffee truck was parked at the entrance of the artist passage.

A giant banner, five meters long, was stretched across the roof of the vehicle, bearing an extremely arrogant statement written in both Chinese and Korean:

[Wishing Song Yuqi, the one and only true goddess of the Five Havas, a complete and utter victory—her family fan club is here!]

The Korean staff and trainees who had been there were stunned by this display and all turned to look.

Deng Chao, Chen He, Lu Han, and Wang Mian, all wearing sunglasses and each holding a cup of coffee, stood ramrod straight in front of the car, acting as human door gods.

Jiang Che didn't embarrass himself with them.

He leaned alone in the shadows beside the coffee cart, a cup of hot milk in his hand, his gaze fixed on the exit of the artists' passage.

A few minutes later, the sound of hurried high heels came from the corridor.

"Brother Lu! Brother Chao!"

Song Yuqi ran out of the door.

She completely changed her style today.

Her long hair was styled into a striking gray-blue color, and she wore a studded leather jacket, black work shorts, and Doc Martens boots.

Her makeup was cold and aggressive, perfectly matching the wild and unrestrained rock vibe of "Cant Get You Out of My Head".

Seeing these older men rush over to support her, Song Yuqi's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Seeing that incredibly tacky banner suddenly gave me an outlet for my emotions.

Lu Han laughed and bumped fists with her: "Great look, pretty cool. How's going to rock the party tonight?"

"We have to rip their skulls off." Song Yuqi sniffed, barely managing to suppress her emotions.

She glanced at the four people, but when she didn't see the person she wanted to see, her eyes darkened.

As expected, they didn't come.

Yes, he's so busy.

"Who are we looking for?" Lu Han nudged Deng Chao's shoulder with a mischievous grin. "The one who said they'd rather die than come?"

Song Yuqi's face flushed, but she stubbornly retorted, "Who asked him! It's better that he's not coming; it saves him from laughing at me from the audience."

Although she said that, her eyes kept glancing behind the group, into the crowd, the street, and anywhere else where people could hide.

Unfortunately, Song Yuqi didn't see what she wanted to see.

At this time.

The agent came over and urged Song Yuqi to go on stage.

After saying goodbye to the others, Song Yuqi turned back every three steps.

That person still hasn't shown up.