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

The coach had barely finished speaking when the barrier beneath their feet vanished instantly.

The feeling of weightlessness came over me like a tidal wave.

The sound of the wind turned into knives, whistling and scraping past my ears.

In that instant, all the internal organs shrank into a ball.

Song Yuqi felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

She couldn't even scream; she could only cling tightly to Jiang Che's waist, her fingers gripping his windbreaker fabric so tightly she wished she could embed herself into his bones.

"Ah—Jiang Che, you bastard!" After recovering from the initial few seconds of weightlessness, Song Yuqi finally let out the breath she had been holding in.

Jiang Che placed one hand on the back of her head and the other hand firmly around her lower back, pressing her tightly into his arms.

The wind was strong, making his hair all messy.

He didn't even blink; his gaze was fixed on the trembling puppy in his arms.

The first time they fell to the bottom, the powerful pull of the rubber main rope threw them forcefully upwards.

Alternating between overweight and weightlessness.

Song Yuqi was so frightened that tears streamed down her face.

Her eyes were tightly shut, her eyelashes fogged up, and she was still cursing, "I'll haunt you even as a ghost! Old Wu is a bastard too!"

"Alright, open your eyes." Jiang Che's voice was still clearly audible in the strong wind, carrying his usual nonchalant tone.

"I don't!"

"Look down, the scenery is nice." Jiang Che pinched the back of her neck with his fingers.

Song Yuqi gritted her teeth and tentatively opened her eyes a crack.

They are currently at the peak of their second rebound.

The Han River below resembles a silver ribbon, and the entire outline of Seoul is clearly visible in the sunlight.

But she had no interest in looking at the scenery at all.

She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Jiang Che's deep black eyes.

The two were tied too tightly.

With each up-and-down movement, the bodies inevitably stick together.

"Was it fun?" Jiang Che asked with a smile, looking at her reddened eyes.

Fun my ass!

Is this man crazy? He can still laugh at a time like this!

Song Yuqi was furious and was about to retort.

The rope reached its peak again, leading to the third weightless fall.

In that brief moment of airtime, less than a second.

Jiang Che suddenly pressed down hard on the back of Song Yuqi's head, lowered his head, and kissed her lips accurately.

The wind howled in my ears, and the screams below seemed as distant as if they came from another world.

Song Yuqi's mind went completely blank.

This isn't some romantic idol drama touch, and there wasn't time to find the right angle.

Due to inertia, their lips collided heavily, even hitting their teeth, leaving them with a slightly painful numbness.

Song Yuqi's eyes widened in disbelief, and she completely forgot to resist.

In mid-air, tens of meters above the ground?

Has he lost his mind?!

Jiang Che showed no intention of letting go.

He turned his head to the side, avoiding the collision of their noses, and in this uncontrolled fall, he turned the tables and pressed his lips, which were stained with tears, down hard.

The minty scent, mixed with the cold wind from high above, forcefully filled Song Yuqi's breath.

Her grip on Jiang Che's waist completely gave way, and in the end she could only weakly hold onto the hem of his clothes, letting him go crazy in this dizzying high altitude.

The crowd below erupted in cheers.

Chen He's mouth was wide open, and the half-eaten sunflower seed in his mouth fell to the ground.

Deng Chao's hand, which was holding a megaphone, froze in mid-air, his eyes wide as if they were copper bells.

Holding up his phone with the camera zoomed in at maximum focus, Lu Han couldn't help but blurt out after seeing the scene on the screen: "Holy crap! They really kissed!"

Several girl group members hugged each other, shouting and jumping.

Miyeon covered her burning cheeks and shouted frantically in Korean, "Daebak! Daebak! This is even better than the movie!"

Wu Zheng was gesticulating wildly in front of the monitor, his face flushed red, when he slapped Li Zaihe on the shoulder.

"Cut to a close-up! Camera three, cut to a close-up now! Record it! This episode's ratings are going to be phenomenal!"

The live stream chat exploded with a waterfall-like burst of comments, completely covering the screen with dense text.

What did I just see?! Someone slap me and tell me this isn't a dream!

[A passionate kiss during a bungee jump! Jiang Che, what kind of god-like domineering CEO are you?!]

[If this counts as industrial saccharin, I'll cut off my head and use it as a football! This is clearly a genuine expression of emotion!]

[Just a heads up, they bumped their teeth! But it looks so satisfying to watch!]

[Who could resist Song Yuqi's irresistible, delicate charm! The lyricist is so talented!]

A few minutes later, the rope finally stopped swaying violently, and the two were slowly pulled towards the landing platform by the staff using a tow rope.

The moment your foot touches solid ground.

Song Yuqi's legs went weak and she slid to the ground.

Jiang Che reacted quickly, stretching out his long arm to grab her waist and half-embracing her in his arms.

The staff quickly came over and unfastened their safety buckles.

Freed from the ropes, Song Yuqi quickly pushed away from Jiang Che's chest.

Her face was so red it looked like it could bleed, and her lips were swollen and slightly chapped from the impact.

"Are you crazy?!" Song Yuqi lowered her voice and glared at him through gritted teeth.

With so many cameras filming, this man really left himself no way out.

Jiang Che stood firmly, letting her push him.

He raised his hand and rubbed the cut on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, saying lazily, "I'm not crazy. Just collecting interest."

"You..." Song Yuqi was speechless with anger, but her legs were too weak, and she could only lean against the railing to catch her breath.

Deng Chao and Chen He rushed up in a great hurry.

"Wow! Master Ci! Master Jiang!" Chen He circled Jiang Che twice and gave him a thumbs up.

"I, Old Chen, have never truly respected anyone in my life, but you're one of them today. Dozens of meters in the air, weren't you afraid of biting your tongue?"

Deng Chao leaned close to Song Yuqi, stared at her lips, and grinned slyly.

"Yuqi, how come your lipstick is all gone? Did the wind blow it off?"

"Brother Chao! Don't say anything!"

Song Yuqi buried her face in the wide collar of her coat, wishing she could jump off the Seoul Tower again.

Jiang Che took a step forward, shielding Song Yuqi behind him.

"Alright, Brother Chao, stop teasing her. Her legs are still weak." Jiang Che mercilessly exposed Song Yuqi's embarrassment.

Immediately behind him came the muffled groan of Song Yuqi pinching his lower back.

Wu Zheng, holding a handheld camera, approached with a radiant smile.

The way he looked at Jiang Che now was as if he were looking at a glittering mountain of gold.

"How was your bungee jumping experience, you two? This is the final task for our Seoul stop."

Wu Zheng handed over the microphone.

"Let's take advantage of this buzz and say a few words to our more than 20 million viewers in the live stream. Everyone is waiting for your response."

At this point, the number of viewers in the live stream had exceeded 30 million.

The servers across the entire platform are constantly sending out alarms.

Song Yuqi hid behind Jiang Che, clutching the hem of his windbreaker tightly, not daring to show her face.

How to respond?

You mean they bumped into each other?

Nobody would believe that!

Jiang Che took the microphone.

He stared at the dark camera lens, his face expressionless, still with that calm and nonchalant air.

"Thank you for your hard work these past few days in Seoul."

He spoke, his voice steady, "You've all seen what you could see and what you couldn't see. It's time to disperse."

Protests in the live stream chat:

[Who wants to hear this official speech! We want to hear the details of the kiss!]

[Lyricist, stop pretending to be dead! What was the meaning behind that kiss just now?!]

[Where's Song Yuqi?! Hand over the puppy!]

Jiang Che looked at the rapidly scrolling comments on the screen.

He turned his head and glanced at Song Yuqi, who was hiding behind him, with only her bright red ears showing.

He turned his gaze back to the camera, and in front of more than 30 million viewers, raised his hand and pointed to his slightly swollen lower lip.

"As for the rest..." Jiang Che looked at the camera and raised the corner of his mouth.

"What's the rush? There's plenty of time."

After saying that, he casually shoved the microphone into Wu Zheng's arms, turned around, grabbed Song Yuqi's wrist, and walked towards the nanny van without looking back.

The entire place fell silent, then erupted in screams that seemed to lift the roof off.

Wu Zheng, holding the microphone and looking at the data panel, grinned from ear to ear.

"Alright! Cut! Seoul station has come to a successful close!"