A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

Chen Ye tried his best to suppress the twitching at the corner of his mouth.

It's been less than an hour.

He had been cold-faced at the airport, exuding an aura of a ruthless Yama, ready to tear his father-in-law apart at any moment. Now, however, he was blushing and had his arm around his uncle's shoulder!

"Brother! I'll drink it! Do as you please!" Song's father shouted, the veins on his neck bulging.

"Brother, that's great! We have to have one!" Mr. Chen said with great enthusiasm, taking a large glass of wine and chugging it down his throat.

Deng Chao, Teacher He, Chen He and his group, who were standing next to him, all huddled in the corner as background figures.

They really couldn't get a word in edgewise this round.

The two old men were drunk, who would dare to stop them?

Mr. Song suddenly put down his wine glass.

His eyes, red from alcohol, looked over the long table and through the crowd, precisely locking onto Chen Ye, who was watching the play.

"Ono!" Song's father suddenly shouted.

Chen Ye shuddered.

Good guy.

Here it comes!

Alcohol emboldens the timid, and people speak the truth when drunk. Is this a prelude to settling scores later?

Chen Ye quickly reviewed his recent actions in his mind, confirming that apart from trying to abduct Yu Qi behind his back, he hadn't done anything immoral.

"Hey! Uncle!" Chen Ye immediately threw the box in his hand onto the sofa.

He put on his warmest smile and jogged over.

"Have you finished drinking? Shall I pour you a glass of warm water?" Chen Ye walked over, adopting a very humble posture.

Regardless, let's maximize the emotional value first.

As a result, Mr. Song did not glare or blow his beard.

He sat down in the chair, his previously arrogant expression suddenly disappearing.

Instead, a hint of guilt and seriousness appeared on his face.

Song's father stretched out his rough, large hand and grabbed Chen Ye's arm.

The force was immense, causing Chen Ye great pain.

"Xiao Ye, come here." Song's father patted the empty seat next to him.

Chen Ye sat down, completely bewildered.

"Just now..." Song's father hiccuped, his eyes reddening, "I just heard Brother Chen, and Xiao Deng, and Xiao Chen talking about it."

Song's father looked at Chen Ye.

"At the dinner table, they told me everything about how you two broke up, how you worked hard in the industry afterward, and how you protected Yuqi."

Chen Ye was stunned for a moment.

He subconsciously looked up and glanced at Deng Chao and Chen He, who were hiding in the corner.

Deng Chaochong gave him a thumbs up, and Chen He raised his eyebrows smugly.

What amazing teammates!

"Xiao Ye," Song's father said, his voice choked with emotion, but his tone was extremely sincere, "I've figured it out."

Song's father stared intently into Chen Ye's eyes.

"Uncle was just getting senile before."

"I always thought it was because you became famous and got too big for your britches, that you changed your mind! I thought you didn't like my Yuqi anymore, that you were the one who wronged her!"

Mr. Song rubbed his face, his eyes full of apology.

"I didn't realize I had misunderstood you."

These past few years have been tough on you.

Mr. Song suddenly stood up, his movements unsteady due to the alcohol.

"Uncle wants to apologize to you today, in front of everyone!"

As he spoke, Song's father actually lowered his head and was about to bow to Chen Ye.

Chen Ye was so scared he almost lost his mind!

If I were to actually accept a bow from my father-in-law, I wouldn't even have anywhere to hide when lightning strikes me tomorrow!

Chen Ye jumped up from his chair.

He grabbed Song's father's arm and held him firmly in place.

"No, no! Uncle, what are you doing? You're making me feel so bad!" Chen Ye was so anxious that sweat was pouring down his forehead.

He really didn't expect that his usually stubborn and old-fashioned father-in-law would be so straightforward when admitting his mistakes!

"Uncle, please don't say that!" Chen Ye helped Song's father sit down and then squatted down in front of him.

"You're right to be worried!" Chen Ye said sincerely.

"To be honest, if I have a daughter as wonderful as Yuqi in the future, and anyone dares to try and seduce her without a word, I won't just be stern; I'll chop them up with a knife!"

Chen Ye patted his chest.

"If I were you, I would definitely curse myself, Chen Ye, for three days and three nights!"

"So, Uncle, thank you for understanding me."

Chen Ye grasped Song's father's hand.

"You can rest assured, even if I, Chen Ye, have to beg for food myself, I will absolutely treat Yuqi well. In this life, she's the only one I've ever loved!"

The restaurant fell silent instantly.

Two seconds later.

"Hahaha! Great!" Song's father suddenly put his arm around Chen Ye's shoulder and burst into laughter.

"Good lad! I knew my daughter hadn't misjudged you!" Mr. Song laughed until tears almost streamed down his face.

The atmosphere in the room was immediately ignited.

The group of people creating atmosphere in the corner instantly came to life.

"Well said! Wild Child is awesome!" Chen He clapped wildly.

"Just because of those words, we have to make a huge show of ourselves tomorrow!" Deng Chao yelled at the top of his lungs.

Huang Lei, Teacher He, and Lu Han all joined in the laughter and commotion.

Sitting not far away, Song Ma clutched a jewelry box in her hand, laughing and wiping away tears at the same time.

Chen Ma and Sun Li also looked very pleased.

This game is completely won.

At this moment, Mr. Chen, who was sitting in the main seat, slammed his hand on the table.

"Ono!" Chen's father roared in a strong voice.

"Hey!" Chen Ye immediately turned his head.

"What's the use of just talking?" Mr. Chen stared, pointing to the wine bottle on the table.

"Hurry up and fill it up! Let's toast your uncle!" Mr. Chen laughed. "After tomorrow, we'll really be family!"

"Absolutely!" Chen Ye stood up.

He quickly scanned the table and picked up a brand new stemmed glass.

He grabbed the bottle of liquor.

He poured a whole big cup with a "glug glug" sound.

There are at least three ounces.

The intense aroma of the liquor instantly exploded in my nose.

Chen Ye held the glass of baijiu in both hands, facing Song's father.

"Uncle!" Chen Ye stood ramrod straight. "Enough with the chit-chat, it's all in the wine!"

"I'll drink it, but you can do as you please!"

After saying that, Chen Ye tilted his head back.

They poured it straight down his throat without him even taking a breath.

The liquor was extremely strong, burning down the throat and into the stomach.

Stimulate!

Despite the churning in his stomach, Chen Ye forced himself to turn the empty glass upside down and show it to everyone.

"Impressive drinking capacity!" Mr. Song's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands repeatedly.

Without saying a word, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and downed it in one gulp.

At this moment, Song Ma, the mother-in-law, rushed over.

She patted Chen Ye on the back lightly, her touch full of affection.

"You silly child! Why are you being so serious!" Song Ma looked at Chen Ye's face, which was flushed red from the spiciness, and was both angry and amused.

"You're drinking this huge glass of baijiu like it's plain water!"

Song Ma quickly poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Chen Ye.

"Auntie, it's alright!" Chen Ye took the water, grinned, and said, "I'm happy today!"

"Even if you're happy, you can't drink like this!" Aunt Song said sternly. "You still need to protect your voice!"

Song Ma knew that her son-in-law was a top singer.

"You make a living with your voice, what if you drink too much and ruin it? How are you going to propose tomorrow?"

Chen Ye felt a warm glow in his heart as he listened to his future mother-in-law's undisguised favoritism.

"Don't worry, Auntie, I know what I'm doing." Chen Ye nodded with a smile.

This elderly couple, one generous and the other meticulous, seems to have perfectly inherited the best qualities of both of them in Yuqi's personality.

The atmosphere was well-crafted, and the dinner was a success.

The next session turned into a health regimen session for these old men.

Having already had a small glass of baijiu, Chen Ye didn't drink much more afterward.

He was very clear-headed and knew that he still had extremely important business to attend to.

He glanced at the vintage-style clock on the wall.

It's almost 1 a.m.

Tomorrow the main force will be frantically setting up the venue, and time is of the essence.

Chen Ye turned around and greeted Song's parents, who were quietly bragging to Chen's father.

"Uncle, Aunt," Chen Ye said in a low voice, "you and your aunt and uncle can continue eating and chatting."

"I'd like to go to the second floor to rehearse first."

Chen Ye pointed upstairs.

"When I propose to Yuqi tomorrow, I want to personally sing her a song, so I need to get into the mood right now."

Upon hearing that it was important business, they realized it was something serious.

Mr. and Mrs. Song immediately put down their chopsticks.

"Go, go, go quickly!" Song's father waved his hand. "Important matters cannot be delayed. Don't worry about us two old folks!"

"Take care of your throat during rehearsals, and drink plenty of water!" Song Ma kept reminding him from behind.

"knew!"

Chen Ye smiled and agreed, then turned to look at Lu Han, who was eating a watermelon.

"Let's go, Brother Lu." Chen Ye kicked Lu Han.

"What?" Lu Han asked, completely bewildered.

"Let's go upstairs!" Chen Ye raised an eyebrow. "Didn't Lao Wang say this villa is fully equipped? Come up with me to practice your voice. I'll need you to provide backing vocals for me tomorrow."

Upon hearing that he had been given a chance to work, Lu Han threw down the melon rind and stood up.

"Let's go!"

Lu Han turned around and waved to everyone at the table, "Dear elders, Ye Zi and I are going upstairs to practice singing!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The two went up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

Chen Ye's eyes lit up as he pushed open the double door at the end of the corridor.

This time, Wang Zhengyu is really going to suffer a huge loss.

This is hardly a karaoke room.

They just moved the recording studio over exactly as it was!

The huge room was covered with thick, high-quality sound-absorbing carpet.

The walls are covered with the highest quality wavy sound insulation cotton.

In the very center stood a complete million-dollar mixing console, several high-spec Apple computers, a row of top-of-the-line monitor speakers, and microphones.

There was even a complete drum set and several expensive custom-made guitars next to it.

"Amazing." Lu Han walked over and touched the mixing console. "Ye Zi, this equipment is comparable to the company's top-of-the-line recording studio."

Chen Ye walked over, pulled out a computer chair, sat down, and turned on the computer.

"Old Wang has gone all out this time." Chen Ye opened the audio tuning software.

Lu Han pulled up a chair and sat down next to him, her face full of gossip.

"Hey, Yezi, let's get serious," Lu Han leaned closer.

"What song are you planning to sing for your proposal tomorrow, given how big the occasion is?"

Lu Han touched her chin.

"Have you already written some amazing sweet song? Show it to me already!"

Chen Ye looked at Lu Han's curious expression but didn't say anything.

He closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank directly into the system store in his mind.

"system."

"Here I am, host!"

"Give me that rap love song."

Without any hesitation, Chen Ye locked onto his target.

"Don't be afraid of getting old."

This is Wang Yitai's song, "Don't Be Afraid of Getting Old".

The lyrics perfectly correspond to what Song Yuqi said that night in the tent.

"Ding! 5 popularity points deducted!"

"The song 'Don't Be Afraid of Getting Old'—a complete gift package of lyrics, music, and arrangement—has been delivered to the host's memory bank!"

In my mind, every detail of the song was instantly and completely absorbed.

"System, import the lossless backing track of the original song directly into the phone I have now," Chen Ye instructed.

"Ding! Transmitting..."

"drop!"

Chen Ye's phone rang.

He opened his eyes.

Looking at Lu Han, who was eagerly awaiting an answer.

Chen Ye took out his phone and opened the high-definition lossless accompaniment file that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Lu Ge, this is the song." Chen Ye connected his phone to the mixing console via Bluetooth.