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

Jiang Che's large, broad palm was clearly visible in front of Song Yuqi.

Song Yuqi sniffed, and the tear still fell down uncontrollably, landing right on Jiang Che's hand.

"You think my hands are dirty?"

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow, keeping the microphone out of his mouth so that only the two of them could hear him, "If we don't hold hands soon, the Korean fans down below will rush up here."

Song Yuqi bit her lip and pushed the microphone stand in her hand away.

The right hand, wearing a half-black leather glove, slammed heavily into Jiang Che's palm.

"You're a big liar," she gritted her teeth and squeezed out, taking a step forward as she did so.

Jiang Che wrapped his hand around hers and gently rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand a couple of times.

"We'll settle the score when we get back. Let's sing first."

The accompaniment continues.

Jiang Che raised the microphone and led her forward.

The two stood side by side under the spotlight at the very front of the stage.

"Just telling me how much you love me is enough..."

The moment Song Yuqi felt lightheaded, Jiang Che miraculously stabilized her aura as he took her hand.

The two voices, one deep and the other sweet, intertwined without any unnecessary movements.

Just the sight of them holding hands and standing there created an intense tension that seemed to penetrate the screen.

Jiang Che pulled Song Yuqi in front of him, and the two were almost pressed together.

He looked down into Song Yuqi's eyes, and heard the sound of her heart racing.

The entire venue fell silent, with only the echo of the music remaining.

In the VIP area below the stage, Lu Han held up her phone, recording the screen continuously, and refused to put it down even when her arm was sore.

"I'm speechless, completely speechless. Is this a music show stage? This looks like a marriage proposal!"

The banner in Deng Chao's hand was already crumpled into a ball; he was now relying entirely on his shouting to deliver the message:

"Lyricist is awesome! Yu-Qi-chong is amazing!"

Chen He rolled his eyes.

"Use a rhetorical device to build positivity! Jiang Che is too cunning. He made Yu Qi feel wronged and brought her to tears, and then he made his grand entrance in the spotlight."

"With this kind of cunning, in ancient times he would have been a male vixen who brought ruin to the country!"

Wang Mian crossed his arms, his face clearly saying: I don't understand, but I'm deeply shocked.

"If I had Jiang Che's methods, would I still be single from birth?"

on the stage.

With Jiang Che holding her hand, Song Yuqi's earlier sense of panic and helplessness had long since vanished.

A bittersweet feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart.

She looked at Jiang Che's cold and stern face.

He was dressed very simply today, in a black windbreaker and a baseball cap, without even wearing makeup, which was completely different from her wild leather jacket and shorts.

But the moment he stood there, his aura completely overwhelmed the thousands of people in the audience.

Jiang Che felt her gaze and turned his head slightly.

After singing the last chord into the microphone, he lowered his voice and said, "Watch where you're going, don't look at me."

"Who's looking at you!"

Song Yuqi's ears burned, and she quickly turned her face away, waving to the fans below the stage.

The song ended.

As the last note faded, Jiang Che put down the microphone first, but didn't let go of her hand.

The screams from the audience swept in like a tsunami.

【Aaaaaaah! Kill me to entertain them!】

[Lyricist is so handsome! Can he debut right now?!]

The studio lights suddenly dimmed, switching to a trailer for the next music show group.

In the darkness, Jiang Che pulled Song Yuqi around and walked backstage along the shadowy passage they had come from.

As soon as she was out of the camera's view, Song Yuqi started acting up.

She forcefully pulled her hand away. "Let go!"

Jiang Che not only didn't let go, but gripped it even tighter, taking large steps.

"So you're just using me and then turning your back on me? You were crying like a child who couldn't get candy on stage just now, and now you're turning your back on me after you've used me?"

"Who's crying!" Song Yuqi, wearing Doc Martens, stumbled as he pulled her along.

"How dare you say that! You said you wouldn't come in the group chat, and you pretended to be dead on WeChat. What are you doing in Seoul? Weren't you supposed to sign a multi-million dollar contract?!"

Jiang Che stopped in his tracks.

The passageway was dimly lit, with only the green light of the distant emergency exit illuminating their faces.

He turned around and looked down at the sulking Song Yuqi.

He leisurely freed his left hand, took out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it skillfully, opened WeChat, and shoved the screen in front of her.

On the screen, the lone "1" was particularly glaring.

"Who begged me to come?" Jiang Che's tone was irritating. "I saw someone almost wore out their keyboard before reluctantly agreeing to fly here."

Song Yuqi's cheeks flushed red, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and she reached out to grab the phone.

"You deleted it! It was a slip of the hand!"

Taking advantage of his height, Jiang Che raised his hand.

"You can slip out a 1? Song Yuqi, your mouth is the toughest thing about you."

"Give it to me!" Song Yuqi stood on tiptoe and pounced on him.

Jiang Che was worried that she might twist her ankle wearing high-heeled Martin boots, so he put his right arm around her waist and caught her steadily.

The distance between the two immediately closed.

Song Yuqi's nose slammed directly into Jiang Che's solid chest.

The fabric of the windbreaker was a bit stiff, and she groaned in pain.

There was a two-second silence.

Jiang Che looked down at the person in his arms.

His long, gray-blue hair brushed against his neck, carrying a hint of citrus scent.

He moved his throat, but didn't speak.

Song Yuqi was also dumbfounded, her hands still braced against his chest, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

"Cough cough—"

An extremely affected cough came from the end of the passage.

"Oh dear, oh dear, am I going blind? Old Deng, please help me, why can't I see anything all of a sudden!"

Chen He's exaggerated, hoarse voice echoed through the empty passageway.

Song Yuqi pushed Jiang Che away and took two steps back, her face flushed so red that even her cool and elegant makeup couldn't hide it.

Jiang Che withdrew his hand, straightened his windbreaker which she had crumpled, and turned to look at the person who had come in with a calm expression.

All you could see were Wuha's four older brothers lined up in a row, blocking the entrance to the passage like they were watching a monkey show.

Lu Han held up a plastic megaphone she'd somehow found and shouted:

"Listen up, you people inside! You're surrounded by single people! Drop your weapons and confess immediately!"

Deng Chao rubbed his hands together as he walked over, circled Jiang Che twice, and clicked his tongue in amazement:

"Jiang Che, Jiang Che, where did you learn that 'sinking from the sky to save the damsel in distress' trick? Shouldn't this be written into textbooks?"

"I learned from you guys; you're all seniors." Jiang Che put his phone back in his pocket without changing his expression.

Wang Mian moved closer to Song Yuqi and fanned himself with his hand.

"Yuqi, why is your face so red? Is the heating in the corridor on too high?"

"I'm hot! I was sweating from dancing just now!"

Song Yuqi remained defiant, fanning herself with her hand, her eyes daring not to look at Jiang Che at all.

Lu Han walked over and hooked her arm around Jiang Che's neck.

"Alright, stop pretending. Who's paying for this barbecue today? You've been making such a splash, you should at least chip in a little, right?"

"She's treating." Jiang Che directly shifted the blame to Song Yuqi, "She said she'd treat you guys to barbecue. I'm just a backup singer, I don't provide meals."

"Hey! How can you be so stingy!"

Song Yuqi protested, "What's wrong with being a backup singer? Didn't we pay you?"

Just as the five people were arguing and preparing to leave, a series of rapid high-heeled shoe clicks came from the other end of the passage.

Song Yuqi's manager, Sister Ping, arrived, accompanied by President Park from a Korean company, both covered in sweat.

When President Park saw Jiang Che, his eyes lit up like two searchlights.

He rushed over in three steps, grabbed Jiang Che's hands tightly, and shook them up and down.

"Teacher Jiang! Producer Jiang! You've finally arrived!"

President Park shouted in broken Chinese, spitting as he excitedly spoke.

Jiang Che calmly withdrew his hand and wiped it with a tissue.

"Is the contract ready?"

"Ready, ready!" President Park turned to look at Song Yuqi, smiling obsequiously.

"Yuqi, thanks to you."

"Mr. Jiang, regarding that 100 million yuan exclusive licensing fee, our company's senior management has discussed it in a meeting..."

The five old men immediately fell silent.

Chen He picked at his ear.

"How much? One hundred million? RMB?"

Lu Han stared wide-eyed at Jiang Che, then at Song Yuqi.

"What huge heist did you two pull behind our backs?"

Jiang Che looked at President Park, twitched the corners of his mouth, but didn't offer a smile.

"You've discussed it? Does that mean you want to negotiate the price?"

President Park broke out in a cold sweat and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no, we'll pay 100 million! But... we have one condition."

Song Yuqi frowned.

"What are the conditions?"

President Park took a deep breath, looked at Jiang Che, and said, "We'd like to invite Mr. Jiang to serve as the resident music director for Yuqi's concert tour next month. We'll discuss the payment separately!"

After these words were spoken, the passageway became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Song Yuqi turned to look at Jiang Che, her heart starting to race again.

Jiang Che looked up at President Park.

Do I look cheap?