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

Song Yuqi hugged her foot and hopped around on one leg in the room, wincing in pain.

This man definitely did it on purpose! He was panting heavily while sending a WeChat message, and he chose this exact moment!

She casually threw on an oversized hooded sweatshirt, pulled a baseball cap over her head, and stormed downstairs without even bothering to put on makeup.

In the lobby of a Seoul hotel, Jiang Che leaned back on a leather sofa, his long legs casually crossed, scrolling through his phone.

Deng Chao and Chen He squatted down on either side of him, like two great protectors.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Che raised his eyelids.

Song Yuqi rushed over and slammed her phone on the coffee table in front of him: "Jiang Che, can't you type it all out in one go?!"

Jiang Che looked away from his phone screen, turned it off, and there wasn't a trace of guilt in his voice.

"I'm just worried you're not fully awake right after waking up, so I'm trying to wake you up."

"Thank you so much!" Song Yuqi said through gritted teeth.

Chen He, standing to the side, slapped his thigh with amusement: "Yuqi, you don't understand. Ci Ye is giving you a heads-up."

"I'm getting my performance permit today, but who knows, I might actually be going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get my marriage certificate tomorrow."

"Shut up!" Song Yuqi blushed and turned to glare at Chen He.

Lu Han strolled out of the restaurant, eager to watch the drama unfold.

"Don't blame Old Chen for talking nonsense. Just now, after Ci Ye posted the WeChat message, he stared at the screen and laughed for a full minute. I even suspect he's possessed."

Jiang Che stood up, brushed off the wrinkles in his clothes, and glanced at Lu Han: "Lunch is on you today."

Lu Han immediately shut up and made a zipping motion.

A group of people shoved into the van.

The four old men from Wuha were faster than anyone else at grabbing seats, leaving the last row of double seats for Jiang Che and Song Yuqi.

When Song Yuqi got on the bus, Jiang Che was already sitting by the window with his eyes closed, resting.

She could only sit close to the aisle, trying to lean her body as far to the side as possible.

As soon as the car left the hotel, the driver slammed on the brakes to avoid a pedestrian.

Before Song Yuqi could even fasten her seatbelt, she fell straight toward Jiang Che.

Jiang Che didn't even open his eyes. He stretched out his long arm, grabbed her shoulder, and pressed her back into her seat.

Just as Song Yuqi was about to thank him, Jiang Che's voice drifted over: "Your staged accident technique is getting cruder and cruder."

Just as Song Yuqi was about to scold him, Jiang Che opened his eyes and suddenly leaned his upper body against hers.

The minty scent on his clothes enveloped her completely.

Song Yuqi's breath hitched, and her back pressed tightly against the seat.

At this time.

Jiang Che's fingers reached over her waist, pulled the seatbelt, and clicked it on for her.

"Not wearing a seatbelt in the car? Are you trying to jump into my arms?" He sat back down, his tone casual.

Song Yuqi turned her head to look out the window, huffing and puffing, "Who wanted to jump into your arms! I just didn't have time!"

Sitting in front, Wang Mian interjected quietly, "Yuqi, if you hadn't turned around just now, you might have already kissed her."

"Wang Mian, can't you just shut up or you'll die?!" Song Yuqi pulled her baseball cap down to cover most of her face, pretending to be dead.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the Seoul Dome.

The moment he followed the staff inside, even Deng Chao, who was usually the most talkative, fell silent.

A stadium for 100,000 people!

Standing in the center of the stage and looking up, the densely packed seats look like a giant vortex, stretching as far as the eye can see.

The lighting equipment, suspended tens of meters high on the dome, creates a powerful sense of oppression.

Song Yuqi stood on the stage, her legs feeling a little weak.

This is the Seoul Dome, a place that countless singers dream of standing on.

Jiang Che acted as if he were strolling through his own backyard.

He walked directly to the control panel, picked up the intercom microphone, and switched to producer mode.

"Adjust the number three follow spot two degrees to the left; the aperture is too wide."

Jiang Che pointed to the light fixtures overhead, "The subwoofer's frequency band is cut too sharply, loosen it up a bit. Reduce the drum echo time by another 0.5 seconds."

The Korean lighting and sound engineers nodded repeatedly and worked quickly on the control panel.

Deng Chao, watching from below the stage, exclaimed in amazement: "Old Chen, look at Ci Ye's aura now. He's completely different from the scoundrel who bullied Yu Qi in the car just now."

Chen He peeled an orange and stuffed it into his mouth: "That's what you call professional. If I were Yuqi, I'd be confused too."

Jiang Che finished setting up the lights and sound system, then took the equipment and walked up to Song Yuqi.

He pulled out a custom-made black in-ear monitor and handed it to him: "Try wearing it and see how the sound picks up."

Song Yuqi took it and put it in her left ear, but she couldn't get it in the right ear no matter what she tried.

Jiang Che couldn't stand it anymore and took a step forward.

He lowered his head, his warm fingers pinching her earlobe, and gently pushed the in-ear monitor into place.

The sensation was so distinct; the thin calluses on his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin behind his ear.

Song Yuqi paused, her breath catching in her throat.

Jiang Che didn't back away; instead, he moved even closer and asked in a low voice, "Is there any background noise?"

The sound boomed in her head through her earpiece, with a bass-heavy quality.

Song Yuqi took a half step back and shook her head repeatedly, "No, no."

"Why are you trembling?" Jiang Che looked at her bright red ears, a smile flashing in his eyes. "Do you think I'm going to eat you?"

"I'm cold!" Song Yuqi stubbornly insisted, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jiang Che didn't expose her, but turned around and gestured for the band to prepare to go over the accompaniment.

Just as the two were preparing for the audition.

Lee Jae-ha and Oh Jung ran over from the audience aisle.

Both of these old foxes had extremely eerie smiles on their faces, clearly up to no good.

Wu Zheng's voice echoed throughout the empty stadium: "Jiang Che! Yu Qi! Stop for a moment!"

Jiang Che raised his hand, and the band's accompaniment stopped abruptly.

"The South Korean directing team just held an emergency meeting with us."

Wu Zheng grinned like a weasel that had just stolen a chicken. "We all agree that your current chorus doesn't push the emotions hard enough! The visual impact is lacking!"

Jiang Che frowned: "Not ruthless enough? How ruthless do you want me to be?"

Lee Jae-ha announced in fluent Mandarin: "We've decided to activate the rising water curtain in the center of the stage during the song's final climax!"

He waved his hand, and several staff members rushed up pushing two clothes racks full of clothes.

"You two will be performing your final interactive scene inside the water curtain. Your costumes are all ready—see-through white shirts! Change and rehearse now!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuqi's eyes widened, and she almost dropped the microphone on her foot.

A see-through white shirt?

Water curtain?

In a venue with 100,000 people?!

She turned to look at Jiang Che, hoping he would flatly refuse such an outrageous request.

As a result, Jiang Che stood still, staring at the men's white shirt that the staff pushed forward, which was as thin as gauze, and raised an eyebrow.

Instead of refusing, he turned his head and looked at Song Yuqi.

He slowly and deliberately uttered a sentence: "Okay, I have no objection, but I don't know about someone..."

Jiang Che drawled out the words, his tone full of smug anticipation: "Do you dare to watch?"