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

The VIP area below the stage instantly erupted in cheers.

Deng Chao slapped his thigh, his face turning red with excitement.

"Holy crap! I knew it! That bastard Jiang Che was hiding in the shadows, refusing to show himself, he was definitely preparing a big surprise!"

"This looks like they're definitely planning a surprise chorus!"

"Lyricist is really good at hiding his true intentions! I thought he was indifferent, but it turns out he was waiting here!"

Chen He waved the glow stick in his hand with a whooshing sound, and excitedly elbowed Lu Han.

"Quick, quick, your phone has a high resolution, record it quickly."

When he crawls out from the lift or the back passage, let's take a picture and then send it to the group chat to squeeze him for hush money!

Lu Han had already held her phone high, craning her neck, her eyes frantically searching the dark corners on both sides of the stage.

"That kid's all-black outfit today makes him blend in so well."

"Yuqi's outfit is so hot today. If he can't keep his expression on stage later, that'll be interesting."

Even Wang Mian, who is usually stingy, stood up and waved that incredibly tacky banner frantically.

Everyone thought that the man would descend from the sky in the next second, stepping on dry ice and white mist, holding a microphone.

However, it wasn't the sweet and lighthearted prelude that everyone was expecting for "Romantic Love".

Instead, it produced a highly oppressive synthesizer sound with extremely deep bass.

It was the new English solo song that Jiang Che had given her—"Can't Get You Out of My Head".

Song Yuqi gripped the microphone stand with one hand and, with a forceful flick of her long, gray-blue hair, accompanied by heavy drumbeats.

She looked up and began the verse.

His rich, smoky voice was amplified throughout the venue by the top-notch sound system, and every word he uttered exuded a nonchalant laziness and unrestrained wildness.

The Korean fans in the audience had never seen Song Yuqi with this style before. Although she usually takes a cool and edgy approach in the group.

But today, their wildness was so intense it felt like they were going to tear the stage apart; the screams were so loud they almost ripped the roof off the studio.

Especially when singing the chorus, "La la la, la la la la la."

Song Yuqi released the microphone pole and began to sway to the catchy melody.

The hem of her leather jacket swayed with her movements, and her straight legs, clad in Martin boots, were visible beneath her black cargo shorts. Her hip-twisting movements were subtle, yet exuded a deadly allure and tension.

Those few small tiger teeth were faintly visible under the cold and glamorous makeup, creating a striking contrast.

The male fans in the audience were practically screaming themselves hoarse, and even Lu Han was staring wide-eyed in the audience.

"Goodness gracious! Yuqi is usually like a tomboy in front of us, but she's like a completely different person on stage! Who can resist her charm?!"

And in the most inconspicuous shadowy passageway in the entire venue.

Jiang Che leaned against the cold wall, holding the glass of milk that had long since gone cold in his hand.

He stared at the woman on the big screen on the stage, who was twisting like a fairy, and his brows gradually furrowed into a knot.

Isn't this dress a bit too short?

What are those South Korean choreographers thinking? Why do they have to choreograph such moves for a perfectly good song?

Jiang Che lowered his eyes, listening to the hysterical howling of the male fans outside, and a sour feeling welled up in his heart.

Okay, you sang quite well and danced pretty wildly too.

As the three-and-a-half-minute English song ended and the last drumbeat fell, Song Yuqi struck a perfect pose, her chest heaving violently.

Suddenly, all the lights in the venue turned on.

The fans were shouting themselves hoarse, all waiting for the next surprise.

However, the stage was completely empty.

Nothing on the left, nothing on the right, the lifting platform remained completely still.

The figure that everyone was waiting for never appeared.

Deng Chao's arm, which was holding up the banner, froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

He turned to look at Chen He, "Wait... where is he? We really didn't schedule him to play?"

Chen He was dumbfounded: "Is this kid crazy?! The atmosphere's been built up to this point, isn't he going to go up and join in? Even if he doesn't sing a duet, he could at least go up and give them some flowers!"

Lu Han irritably ran her fingers through her hair and put her phone down: "Oh no, I think Yu Qi is about to break down."

on the stage.

Song Yuqi was panting, sweat trickling down her cheeks and into the collar of her leather jacket.

She maintained a cold, aloof smile on the surface, but her gaze couldn't help but drift towards the audience.

No.

still none.

Just then, Song Yuqi heard the director's urgent voice through her in-ear monitor.

"Yuqi, well done! Now let's do an interactive segment to bring the mood back and get ready to switch to the instrumental version of 'Romantic Love'."

"This song is so popular in China, we absolutely have to sing it!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuqi felt as if a handful of sand had been stuffed into her heart, causing her sharp pain.

Is someone singing "Romantic Love" all by themselves?

That song was clearly the one he sang with her on the beach at East Lake, holding her hand, looking into her eyes, and singing it line by line.

Now, let her sing alone on this foreign stage, all by herself?

Song Yuqi clenched her teeth, forcibly suppressing the soreness welling up in her eyes.

She raised the microphone, switched to fluent Korean, and called out to the audience, "Would you like to hear a Chinese song?"

Before the fans in the audience could react, the five husky brothers in the VIP area had already started frantically trying to save the day.

Lu Han cupped her hands around her mouth, strained with all her might, and shouted at the top of her lungs in Chinese, "Romantic Love! We want to hear Romantic Love!"

Deng Chao and Chen He chimed in, "Yes! Romantic love! We have to arrange it today!"

Upon hearing this, the Chinese international students and CP fans immediately understood and joined the crowd in shouting those three words.

The sounds of shouting rose in waves, creating a rather lively atmosphere.

Song Yuqi nodded gratefully to Lu Han and the others, and then gestured to the sound engineer.

A light and sweet piano prelude filled the studio.

Song Yuqi changed her stance, trying to regain her sweet and energetic state, and sang the first line of the verse in a clear and sweet voice, keeping time with the beat.

"I pretend I don't understand the love songs playing in my headphones..."

However, after only two lines, the atmosphere at the scene became a bit strange.

The fans in the audience, especially those who watched the Donghu Chorus videos online every day, felt increasingly uneasy as they listened.

The soul of this song lies in the tender, lingering eye contact between the two people on the beach.

It lies in the extreme contrast between the deep male voice and the sweet female voice, and in the small gesture of Jiang Che squeezing her palm when he sang half a beat off.

Now, Song Yuqi stands alone on that huge stage.

The accompaniment consisted only of dry chords, so she had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue on her own.

It's too dry.

This isn't a sweet song; it's more like a public execution.

The fans who were waving glow sticks in the audience gradually stopped.

People started whispering below, and the voices grew louder and louder, even drowning out the background music.

"Why is she the only one singing?"

"Where's the lyricist? This song just doesn't feel right when sung by one person!"

"Did you two have a fight? I told you that variety show in China was scripted. They turned their backs on you after the show ended."

"This is pointless, give us our money back! We want to see two people!"

A cacophony of sounds surged onto the stage like waves.

Song Yuqi stood on the stage, looking at the empty space on her right.

He usually stood there, looking at her with a slightly disdainful yet extremely reliable gaze.

There's nothing today.

Feelings of grievance, embarrassment, and anger rushed to my head all at once.

Song Yuqi's voice began to waver, her breath became unsteady, and even the originally sweet ending notes trembled slightly.

She can't hold on much longer.