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

Chen Ye looked at Song Yuqi, who was rambling incoherently and looking as anxious as a red-eyed rabbit.

The sea breeze made her hair a mess.

Is it really worth her being so nervous to explain this kind of filthy water that's full of flaws?

"Alright." Chen Ye raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his thumb.

The movements were very casual.

"What can these stupid comments prove?" Chen Ye said casually. "Saying you're keeping a young heartthrob? It's more believable if you say you're keeping me."

Song Yuqi was stunned for a moment.

The tears welling up in my eyes got stuck.

"I didn't take it seriously." Chen Ye withdrew his hand, his tone calm. "Besides, I believe you."

I believe you.

These three words were like a precise key, directly piercing through Song Yuqi's carefully constructed defenses of reason.

Screw the top celebrities in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Screw the anti-explosive smear campaign.

Song Yuqi stepped forward, wrapped her arms tightly around Chen Ye's waist, and buried her face in the chest of his black T-shirt.

"Waaah..."

The suppressed sob finally broke out.

Like a wronged kitten.

Chen Ye looked down at the large wet patch that was starting to soak into his chest.

Damn it, my clothes!

He took his hands out of his pockets and put them around Song Yuqi's shoulders, patting her back casually.

Smooth the hair.

Don't push her too hard, or she'll bite if she gets angry.

"Cry louder, or people will think I'm abusing my ex-girlfriend in public," Chen Ye said, still being sarcastic.

Song Yuqi nestled in his arms and punched his back hard.

After a few minutes.

Song Yuqi finally raised her head.

Her eyes became even redder.

But the grievance and panic on his face had completely disappeared.

She wiped her face haphazardly and sniffed hard.

Looking at the appalling water stain on Chen Ye's chest, he burst out laughing.

Chen Ye smiled too.

Emotions are something you can move on from once you get over them.

"Ouch! That damn seagull pooped on me!"

An extremely deliberate and exaggerated hoarse voice came from dozens of meters away.

Chen He wiggled his chubby body and patted his shoulders as he walked back.

Deng Chao, Lu Han, Huang Bo, and Wang Mian lined up and trudged along the wooden planks of the pier.

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow.

You don't even need to look at your watch to know that those bastards definitely timed their exit perfectly around the corner.

Song Yuqi quickly stepped back half a step, tidied her hair, and resumed her aloof and unapproachable top star persona.

But the red and swollen eyelids couldn't be hidden at all.

Huang Bo walked up to him and cleared his throat.

"Um..." Huang Bo rubbed his stomach, "You guys have finished negotiating this multi-million dollar deal, and settled most of your scores, right? Shouldn't we eat? It's almost noon, and I've only eaten half a dry bun this morning!"

Deng Chao secretly glanced at the monitoring board in Wang Zhengyu's backstage area.

The frequency of online spamming by trolls has clearly decreased.

It seems that the public relations team at Zhejiang TV was also afraid of getting into trouble, so they withdrew a large number of machine numbers.

The remaining few troll comments were completely insignificant compared to the massive number of casual viewers.

Chen Ye put his hands back into his pockets.

"eat!"

He waved his hand dismissively, exuding wealth and power.

"Old Wang doesn't provide meals, does he? I'll take care of it. Let's go find the most expensive place in the city."

He now has ten million in newly earned cash in his account.

If I don't treat myself to a really good meal, I'll be letting this windfall go to waste.

The group left the private dock in a grand procession.

When allocating transportation, the class differences were fully exposed.

Chen Ye opened the door of the black G-Class and pointed to the passenger side.

"Get in the car." He gestured with his chin towards Song Yuqi.

Song Yuqi didn't stand on ceremony at all, straddling the seat with her long legs.

The remaining five big names in the Chinese entertainment industry are left bewildered.

"Where are we going to sit?" Chen He asked, clinging to the window of the G-Class.

Chen Ye pointed behind him.

A dilapidated bread truck, even bearing the words "Poultry Farming Special Line" printed on it, was parked on the side of the road.

"Old Wang hired a car, it has air conditioning, hurry up and get in, don't delay me from stepping on the gas." Chen Ye ruthlessly rolled up the car window.

"Damn it! You wicked capitalist!" Deng Chao jumped up and down outside the car.

The black G-Wagon floored the gas pedal and roared off.

All that's left is a pile of exhaust fumes.

inside the car.

The air conditioning was on full blast.

Chen Ye was controlling the steering wheel with one hand.

The electronic clock on the center console just skipped "12:00".

Song Yuqi, in the passenger seat, was looking down at her phone.

She didn't check her work number.

He directly opened "NetEase Cloud Music" on his personal phone.

The page had just been refreshed.

A huge splash screen poster was shoved right in front of their face.

The background is black and gold, with only one highly designed calligraphy character in the center.

"fish".

This is Chen Yegang's newly released digital EP.

The promotional slogan at the bottom of the poster is extremely arrogant: "Purely airdropped, exclusively released online, six god-level original songs."

Song Yuqi swiped her finger and clicked into the album details page.

"Enough love."

"preference."

"fingerprint."

"boy."

"only."

"I'm here for you."

She whispered the six song titles.

The more he read, the lower the corners of his mouth curved, but he couldn't stop them from turning upwards.

The song title, when put together, is practically a death sentence, just short of pasting her ID number on it.

Even a dog wouldn't believe it if you said it wasn't written for her.

Song Yuqi clicked "buy" directly.

After a brief reminder, the payment was successful.

She connected to the G-Class's in-car Bluetooth.

Click on the first song, "Enough Love".

The exhilarating electric guitar intro instantly exploded in the carriage.

Accompanied by the highly penetrating drum rhythm, a frenzied and domineering rock atmosphere swept over us.

Chen Ye was pressing the accelerator.

Upon hearing this prelude, he turned his head and glanced at Song Yuqi.

His little trick was caught red-handed.

Song Yuqi looked back defiantly.

"What are you looking at?" Song Yuqi leaned back in her seat, arms crossed. "There's a car ahead. Drive carefully and be mindful of traffic safety."

Chen Ye laughed in exasperation.

"You're even letting me listen to my songs on my car stereo?"

"What?" Song Yuqi rolled her eyes dramatically. "I bought this digital album with my own money, can't I listen to it openly? Do you own NetEase Cloud Music?"

Chen Ye remained silent.

I'm too lazy to argue with this unreasonable ex-wife.

He turned his head and continued to stare at the road ahead.

Song Yuqi gave a smug snort.

She shut her mouth, leaned quietly against the passenger seat, and closed her eyes to listen to the sounds coming from the stereo.

"I travel through Venus, Jupiter, Mercury, Mars, and Saturn in search of them."

"Following your ticking figure through the ticking of time."

Chen Ye's god-like voice, enhanced by the system, combined with these cringeworthy yet extremely straightforward lyrics, echoed continuously in the enclosed carriage.

at this time.

Not just inside a Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

The official live stream room of "Wuha" was also completely overrun by the newly released song "Enough Love".

Wang Zhengyu was very considerate and immediately changed the background music in the live stream to this new song.

The comments section is going crazy.

"Holy crap! This intro is giving me the creeps!"

"So cringeworthy! But so inspiring! What an amazing composition!!"

"Brothers, type 'Pure Love God of War' in the chat!"

"It's definitely written for Song Yuqi! No doubt about it!"

"Where's Heizi? Come out and bite us! With that tune, you try finding someone to write it for you!"

The song finished playing.

There was a brief silence in the carriage.

Then, the intro to the next song, "Preference," begins.

The journey from the private dock to Tianle Seafood Restaurant in the city center is not short.

Along the way.

Song Yuqi didn't even bother to switch songs, and listened to all six songs from beginning to end.

The more she listened, the faster her heart beat.

The restraint and acceptance in "Fingerprint".

The boy embodies the stubbornness and heartache of a man before his transformation.

There are two more songs, "The Only One" and "I'm Here".

If the previous few songs were still about emotional entanglement...

Those two songs were like blatant love letters thrown directly in his face.

Song Yuqi turned to look at Chen Ye, who was focused on driving.

A perfect profile, a casual sitting posture.

This man, who appears carefree and irresponsible on the surface, secretly pours all his heart into his songs.

sweet.

It's cloyingly sweet.

Song Yuqi felt that all the grievances she had suffered today had been washed away by these six songs.

This sparked a frenzy online.

Especially the song "Boy".

This directly resonated with a large number of male fans across the internet.

"I can't forget your love, but the ending is hard to change," sob sob, it reminds me of my first love!

"Only men understand how painful this song is!"

"Chen Ye must have undergone a profound awakening to write lyrics like this!"

At this moment, a clueless troll account commented: "It sounds awful, what lousy lyrics."

next second.

This comment was immediately crushed by tens of thousands of replies.

Are you deaf or blind?

"Get out! Don't ruin the atmosphere!"

"Hate fans, get lost! Your idol doesn't even have a single decent representative work, what are you trying to use to try and stir up trouble?"

"You've been outdone!"

One o'clock in the afternoon.

A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class pulled up smoothly in front of Tianle Seafood Restaurant.

This is the most prestigious and famous restaurant in Z Mountain.

Chen Ye unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

Song Yuqi followed closely behind.

Just as the two of them stood still, the dilapidated bread cart behind them wobbled along.

Deng Chao and the other four squeezed out of the car like refugees fleeing a famine.

"Ouch, my back!" Deng Chao grimaced as he leaned against the car door.

Chen He wiped the sweat from his brow: "This car doesn't even have shock absorbers! Old Wang, you've really gone too far!"

The group walked into the restaurant, grumbling and cursing.

Chen Ye walked at the very front.

I just pushed open the door.

The proprietress at the front desk, who was busy calculating accounts, casually looked up.

"How many of you would like to eat..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The proprietress's eyes widened suddenly, and she slammed the calculator in her hand onto the counter with a "thud".

"Chen Ye?!"

"And Deng Chao! Chen He!"

"My God! Song Yuqi?!"

The proprietress's shout echoed throughout the lobby on the first floor.

Fortunately, this is a high-end restaurant, and there weren't many individual customers in the lobby.

Chen Ye quickly raised his index finger, making a shushing gesture.

"Big sister, keep it low-key." Chen Ye smiled. "Arrange a quiet private room for me, I'm starving."

The proprietress was so excited that she hurriedly led the way.

"Yes, yes, yes! The number one VIP room! The biggest one! Absolutely no one will disturb us!"

She personally led everyone up to the third floor.

Even the photographer who was following them benefited, as he was politely invited inside by the proprietress.

The private room was indeed large.

A huge round mahogany table that can seat twenty people is placed in the middle.

The people took their seats according to seniority.

Chen Ye naturally pulled out a chair and let Song Yuqi sit next to him.

The menu was handed over.

Just as Deng Chao was about to reach out to take it, Chen Ye intercepted it halfway.

"I'll pay, I'll order."

Chen Ye casually flipped through two pages and spoke to the proprietress next to him, whose eyes were shining.

"Two large lobsters, please, stir-fried in the typhoon shelter style."

"Abalone is sold per person, take the biggest one."

Steamed grouper.

"One bowl of shark fin and bird's nest per person."

Deng Chao, listening nearby, kept swallowing hard.

This guy is a real tycoon; he didn't earn ten million for nothing!

After ordering, Chen Ye threw the menu on the table.

He picked up his teacup, blew on the floating leaves, but didn't drink it.

Chen Ye turned slightly to the side, his gaze passing over several cameras standing in the corner.

He stared intently at director Wang Zhengyu, who was standing in a blind spot of the camera, giving instructions with a walkie-talkie.

The private room was quiet, with only the sound of the air conditioner vents.

"Old Wang," Chen Ye suddenly spoke.

Wang Zhengyu immediately put down the walkie-talkie and moved closer to the camera.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhengyu asked in a low voice.

His attitude was extremely humble.

Nonsense, Chen Ye is now the biggest source of traffic for Wuha.

"After we finish this meal, where should we film next?" Chen Ye asked slowly and deliberately.

Wang Zhengyu was stunned for a moment.

The script says the next stop is a city in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang area where people will continue their budget travel and work.

But before he could speak, Chen Ye waved his hand, interrupting him.

"No matter where we record it."

Chen Ye placed the teacup back on the table, making a crisp sound.

He stared directly into the main camera lens, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm really happy that my EP was just released."

"It just so happens that there are a lot of people recording the show, making it lively."

"I'm planning to invite a few friends over to come and have some fun, as guest stars."

Everyone in the private room paused.

Deng Chao frowned: "Friend? Who?"

Chen Ye ignored Deng Chao and continued to stare at Wang Zhengyu, uttering a few names.

"Jay Chou".

"Lin Junjie".

Tao Zhe.

"And Wang Leehom."

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair and tapped on the table.

"Old Wang, can you afford to entertain these guys?"

Dead silence.

The No. 1 VIP room instantly fell into absolute silence.

Chen He's chopsticks fell onto the plate with a "clatter".

Lu Han stared wide-eyed at Chen Ye.

Wang Zhengyu stared blankly, his mouth agape.

Jay Chou... Jay Chou?!

Any one of these four people could be an epic legend capable of single-handedly carrying half of the Chinese music industry!

You call this a friend?

You call this "bringing a few people over to have some fun"?!

After a ten-second pause, the number of comments in the live stream exploded instantly.

The dense text completely overwhelmed the screen, causing the live stream signal to freeze and crash.

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