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

Jiang Che's breath hit Song Yuqi's face, carrying that pleasant minty scent.

Her mind was racing nonstop.

What does this man mean?

Don't want others to see?

Do I really need to explain it clearly?

Is this a demand for official recognition?

Song Yuqi felt like her face was burning hot enough to fry an egg.

She swallowed hard, about to speak, but before she could say anything...

The door to the lounge was pushed open.

Wu Zheng and Li Zaihe burst in, followed by Deng Chao and Chen He, who were peeking around.

"Jiang Che! The water curtain absolutely cannot be removed!" Wu Zheng shouted, but his voice caught in his throat halfway through.

The scene before me is so exciting.

Jiang Che, shirtless, wrapped the soaking wet Song Yuqi around on the sofa, their faces almost touching.

"Oh my god!"

Chen He covered his eyes, but his fingers peeked out from between them. "Did we interrupt your work? Please continue, we didn't see anything."

Song Yuqi pushed Jiang Che away, grabbed a dry towel from the side and covered her face, her neck turning bright red.

Now even jumping into the Yellow River won't clear my name.

Jiang Che straightened up, casually grabbed a dry jacket and threw it over Song Yuqi's head, his tone icy: "The door's over there, knock before you come in."

Wu Zheng didn't bother knocking on the door; he walked over in a few steps and stared at Jiang Che.

"Stop talking nonsense. The water curtain is the core highlight of this performance. With a venue of 100,000 people, it simply can't hold its own without this visual impact!"

"You think you can just withdraw like that? This is South Korea, you know; they definitely won't agree to it."

Lee Jae-ha chimed in, "Professor Jiang, it's art, it's for art. Audiences like to see this kind of excitement."

"To hell with your art."

Jiang Che grabbed a short-sleeved shirt from the chair next to him and put it on, showing no respect whatsoever.

"This kind of lame idea of ​​relying on sex appeal to grab attention is fine with anyone who wants to use it. My stage, Jiang Che's stage, is not for wearing see-through outfits to keep the audience entertained."

Wu Zheng was so angry he jumped up and down: "If not this, what are you going to rely on? We're short on time and have a heavy workload, are you going to change the plan at the last minute? How are you going to fill these five minutes of gaps?!"

Jiang Che glanced at Song Yuqi, then turned to the two directors: "Do you have a production studio?"

Lee Jae-ha was taken aback for a moment: "Yes, the equipment on the second floor is all top-of-the-line in Asia."

Jiang Che grabbed Song Yuqi's wrist and pulled her up. "Half an hour, and I'll give you a new song and a new stage arrangement."

Ten minutes later.

The top-notch production studio backstage at the Seoul Dome was completely silent.

Everyone stared at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che sat in front of the control panel, his fingers moving so fast on the MIDI keyboard that they were just afterimages.

Bass, bass, synthesizer—tracks quickly took shape under his hands.

Without any pauses or trial and error, the melody flowed seamlessly from his fingertips.

"The guitar track is too late, move it forward two beats." Jiang Che didn't even look up, directly giving the instruction to the Korean mixing engineer next to him.

The mixing engineer was sweating profusely as he operated the mouse, his hands trembling.

He's been in this industry for ten years and has never seen anyone write songs like they're produced on an assembly line, yet the quality is ridiculously high.

"Alright."

Jiang Che pressed the last Enter key, tossed the monitoring headphones onto the table, and said, "Send the exported tracks to the live band."

Wu Zheng stared at the dense audio tracks on the screen, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Ten minutes!

It's only been ten minutes!

A complete arrangement is finished?!

Lee Jae-ha held his head in his hands and muttered something that roughly meant he had seen a ghost.

Jiang Che shoved the few pages of lyrics he had just printed into Song Yuqi's hands. "Go change your clothes. Go on stage and rehearse your position in ten minutes."

Stage rehearsals have resumed.

Song Yuqi changed into a silver short dress, with a cream-colored long coat over it, and white long gloves on her hands.

She stood in the center of the stage, holding the lyrics sheet, her palms slightly sweaty.

This song is so sweet; every lyric hits her nerves.

"The key to this song is interaction."

Jiang Che, holding the walkie-talkie, stood in front of the control panel and looked at her. "Don't rush to sing, warm up the audience first."

Song Yuqi was still a little confused: "How do we warm up the atmosphere?"

"I'll tell you a story. The lines are on the back of the lyrics. Try to get a feel for it first."

On stage, Jiang Che patiently gave instructions, leaving everyone below dumbfounded.

Especially noteworthy are the introduction of Song Yuqi and Jiang Che's appearance in the middle stage.

It's a perfect match, and the interaction between the two characters is very strong.

The two key points were immediately apparent to veteran directors Wu Zheng and Lee Jae-ha.

They could almost picture the electrifying scene on stage.

burst!

Absolutely dominant!

Wu Zheng and Li Zaihe exchanged a glance, then headed straight for the VIP conference room with their newly designed layout.

The VIP meeting room at Seoul Dome was filled with smoke.

Park Dong-hoon, the director of the powerful conglomerate Hansung Group, crossed his legs and slammed the new proposal that Wu Zheng handed him onto the coffee table.

"Change the plan? Who gave them the guts?"

Park Dong-hoon scoffed coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

"An actor from China, does he really think he's someone important? On our Republic of Korea's soil, who does he think he is?"

Lee Jae-ha wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and explained with a forced smile, "Director Park, Jiang Che's new song is of extremely high quality, and the current arrangement is absolutely explosive..."

"I don't care what new song it is!"

Park Dong-hoon slammed his hand on the table, forcefully interrupting Lee Jae-ha.

"What I want is a water curtain! See-through clothing! Sensory stimulation! This is a venue for 100,000 people, who does he think he is, to tell me how to make money?"

Park Dong-hoon stood up, straightened his suit, and looked at Wu Zheng with an arrogant expression.

"Go back and tell that guy surnamed Jiang, either go up and sing as planned, or take that green card and get back to China! I'll have my legal team sue you into bankruptcy for breach of contract!"

The atmosphere in the backstage lounge was unusually oppressive.

Wu Zheng, looking dejected, relayed the original message, wringing his hands anxiously.

Song Yuqi's face turned pale, and she nervously twisted the hem of her clothes.

Jiang Che's eyes turned cold, and he casually tossed the microphone onto the table.

"Okay."

He sneered and grabbed Song Yuqi's wrist. "I'll pay the breach of contract fee. I'm really not going to put up with this lousy platform anymore."

"Jiang Che, don't be impulsive!" Wu Zheng strode to block the doorway.

"Get out of the way."

Suddenly, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside the door.

"Who dares to let Mr. Jiang leave?"

With a shout, three groups of men in suits forcefully pushed aside the security guards and stormed into the lounge.

The leaders were top executives from the three entertainment giants: SM, YG, and JYP.

The YG representative, sweating profusely, bypassed Wu Zheng and bowed deeply to Jiang Che at a ninety-degree angle: "Mr. Jiang, I'm so sorry you had to suffer in Seoul!"

As Park Dong-hoon, who had just stepped through the door following behind the three giants, was immediately locked onto by the sharp gaze of an SM executive.

"Director Park, what a show of power! Even we treat you like royalty, and you're telling him to get lost?"

Park Dong-hoon's expression changed slightly, but he still maintained the airs of a chaebol.

"The three of you, this stage is sponsored by our Korean Star Group! He changed the rules at the last minute and even removed the most eye-catching water curtain."

"Is there a problem with me teaching a fool of a Chinese person who doesn't know his place?"

"There's a problem! And a big problem!"

The JYP director, his face cold, slammed a document at Park Dong-hoon's feet: "What do you know about music! One of Mr. Jiang's songs is worth ten of your broken water curtains!"

Park Dong-hoon was knocked back a step by the blow, and angrily retorted, "Are you all crazy? You're going against the Hanstar Group for the sake of a foreigner? I can withdraw my investment with just one word!"

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

The YG representative stepped forward, exuding an imposing aura, and spoke with resounding conviction: "The three of us have just reached a consensus."

"If you dare to force Mr. Jiang to use the original stage today, all the artists under our three major companies performing at the Seoul Dome will go on strike now, immediately!"

An SM executive added with a sneer: "Korean Star Group wants to calculate the breach of contract penalty, right? Fine! We'll split the amount among the three of us, and pay it all!"

But you absolutely cannot hold this event at the Seoul Dome today!

The entire room fell silent.

Deng Chao and Chen He gasped and pinched each other's thighs.

In order to protect Jiang Che, the three giants were willing to pay exorbitant breach of contract fees and even risk breaking ties with the top domestic conglomerates.

Park Dong-hoon was completely dumbfounded, his face turned ashen, and his arrogant demeanor vanished without a trace.

He simply couldn't understand what extraordinary abilities this young man from the Dragon Kingdom possessed.

It's remarkable that these three giants, who have been fighting each other for over a decade, stood together as one to support him.

Standing beside Jiang Che, Song Yuqi looked at the calm and composed man beside her, her heart pounding like a drum.

Jiang Che glanced at Park Dong-hoon. "Now, who decides how this performance goes?"