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

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Brother Luhan!!!!"

Chen Ye felt that his cousin's shout had directly broken through the physical limits of human vocalization.

Chen Ye felt as if a swarm of wasps were dancing in his ears.

Goodness, it's a waste of their talent not to be air raid sirens.

The elders in the living room were all frozen in place.

The cup in Song's father's hand wobbled, and the tea almost spilled onto his thigh.

My aunt's eyes widened in disbelief; she thought someone's gas cylinder had exploded.

Lu Han, who was outside the door, was also startled.

He shrank back, a silly grin on his face, and scratched his head awkwardly.

Fortunately, my cousin is also someone who cares about her reputation.

She immediately realized that she was at home, not inside a concert venue.

The little girl quickly covered her mouth with both hands and stomped her feet excitedly.

She forcefully suppressed the remaining screams of the groundhogs.

Chen Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud at the comical scene.

"Alright, stop standing outside like a door god."

Chen Ye pulled Lu Han into the house and closed the door behind him.

Mr. and Mrs. Song also realized what was happening.

"Oh, come in, come in quickly!"

Song Ma's smile immediately returned.

She walked over quickly.

"It's so late, have you eaten yet? If not, Auntie will make you a bowl of noodles!"

"I've eaten."

Lu Han waved her hands repeatedly, her face full of obedience.

"Auntie, don't bother, I just finished having dinner with my friends and came over."

Looking at what Lu Han had taken, Song Ma couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"You're just like Ono."

"You came, but why did you bring so much stuff? Don't you young people's money count for anything!"

"Of course, of course. It's my first time visiting, I can't come empty-handed," Lu replied with a smile.

Chen Ye rolled his eyes.

This kid knows how to get close to people.

At this moment, Aunt Song and her husband's older sister also stood up and followed Song Ma to the restaurant to clean up the mess.

Once the elders left, the factions in the living room were quickly re-divided.

Chen Ye, Lu Han, along with Song's father, uncle, and several other men, occupied the main sofa in the living room.

A tea party in the style of an old cadre officially began.

Song Yuqi, along with several younger members of the family, sat cross-legged on a small rug nearby.

My cousin kept glancing at Lu Han.

She leaned close to Song Yuqi's ear, her voice extremely low, filled with adoration.

"Sis! My sister-in-law is so wonderful!"

My cousin was so excited that she kept rubbing her hands together.

"I just said it casually, and he actually managed to get Brother Lu Han to call me!"

"He's practically a wishing turtle in a wishing well... no, a living Buddha!"

Song Yuqi almost burst out laughing when she heard this analogy.

"That's why your brother Lu Han is so close to him."

Song Yuqi raised an eyebrow in a very Versailles-like manner.

"If it were anyone else, would you ask them to be a deliveryman in the middle of the night? No way."

My cousin nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Several of his cousins ​​were unhappy about it.

They have no interest in idol worship; their only interests are games and music.

One of his cousins ​​stepped forward.

"Sis, could you ask your husband if he has any new songs coming out anytime soon?"

"Could I hear a sound beforehand?"

Another cousin immediately followed.

"Yes, yes, yes!!"

When are you going to release some new Chinese songs?

Chen Ye, holding his teacup, had his ears sharp enough to hear the demands of these brats perfectly clearly.

His lips twitched.

Are they coming to my house to urge me to update?

Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to be used like that!

I just bombarded foreigners with ten English songs, and now you're asking me for new Chinese songs?

Song Yuqi directly blocked it for Chen Ye.

She laughed and slapped her cousin on the back.

"Your brother-in-law just released a whole English album, ten songs in total, isn't that enough for you guys?"

"I've listened to those ten hit songs on repeat hundreds of times already; I can recite them backwards!"

My cousin looked completely dissatisfied.

"But that's in English after all, we just want a new Chinese song."

Song Yuqi coldly spread her hands.

"That's all. Even the landlords have no surplus grain."

The younger cousins ​​all sighed in disappointment.

Chen Ye secretly rejoiced.

I won't give it to you, I'll make you all drool.

For the next half hour or so, Chen Ye and Lu Han were completely reduced to chat-mongering machines.

Mr. Song and his uncles were in high spirits, and the conversation ranged from national affairs to housing price trends.

Lu Han's background is something I can relate to.

Chen Ye simply held up a cup to act as a life-size cardboard cutout, nodding occasionally.

My father-in-law's tea party was a real battleground.

Talking too much makes you seem frivolous, while talking too little makes you seem disrespectful.

This delicate balance is even more tiring than putting on a concert.

Chen Ye glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost eleven o'clock.

Song Yuqi stood up with great insight.

"Dad, Mom, Uncle, Second Uncle, it's getting late. We have to get up early tomorrow to record a show."

This is simply heavenly music.

Chen Ye immediately put down his teacup and stood up.

"Yes, I have to meet up with the production team first thing tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing that there was important business involved, Song's father immediately waved his hand and let the person go.

"Then hurry back and rest! Don't let it interfere with your work."

"Little Deer, hurry back too. Be careful driving so late at night."

The three young men felt as if they had been granted a pardon.

Before leaving, Lu Han very sensibly pulled out a Polaroid photo with her autograph.

He handed it directly to his cousin, who was still reluctant to part with it.

My cousin took the photo, her eyes welling up with tears.

She almost let out another groundhog scream, but Song Yuqi quickly covered her mouth.

With the door closed, the hallway became completely quiet.

Chen Ye let out a long breath, and his shoulders finally relaxed.

"How did you get here?" Chen Ye turned to look at Lu Han, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"Have you been drinking?"

Lu Han rolled her eyes.

"What utter nonsense!"

"I just had hot pot with some friends, and I didn't drink any alcohol, I only drank Beibingyang soda."

"That's fine then."

Chen Ye nodded.

He pulled the Cullinan car keys out of his pocket and tossed them directly to Lu Han.

Lu Han caught it in a flustered manner.

"what?"

"What else can I do? Be a driver."

Chen Ye, with a self-righteous air, put his arm around Song Yuqi and headed towards the elevator.

"I was just given a lot of drinks by those elders, and my head is still spinning."

"You drive."

Lu Han remained silent.

"So where do we go now? To your house?"

"Stop making a fuss."

Lu Han pressed the elevator button.

"Let's go to my place. The production crew will be picking people up tomorrow morning anyway, so it'll save them the trouble of running around individually."

Chen Ye glanced at him.

"Sure, might as well stay somewhere else."

Chen Ye agreed readily.

Song Yuqi was also so sleepy that she kept yawning, too lazy to go to Chen Ye's dusty house to make up the bed sheets.

Once they reached the underground parking garage, the three of them got into the Cullinan.

Lu Han sat in the driver's seat and skillfully started the engine and shifted gears.

Chen Ye and Song Yuqi relaxed comfortably in the spacious back seat.

Chen Ye looked at Lu Han, who was focused on driving, through the rearview mirror.

Hey, a top influencer with a net worth of several small goals is here to be my full-time driver.

Even capitalists would weep at such treatment.

After driving for half an hour, the car entered a high-end residential area with extremely tight security.

The elevator goes directly to the top floor.

Lu Han swiped the fingerprint lock and pushed open the door.

Upon entering the room, Chen Ye and Song Yuqi were momentarily surprised by the space before them.

Chen Ye and Song Yuqi had only been to Lu Han's previous house.

This house is probably where Lu Han just moved in not long ago; it's quite large.

The living room with its high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows alone can accommodate quite a few people.

"You live alone in such a big place, aren't you afraid of ghosts at night?"

Chen Ye changed into slippers and looked around.

"This floor originally housed two households."

Lu Han tossed the keys onto the entryway cabinet and offered a casual explanation.

"I thought the layout was good, so I simply bought both units and combined them together."

Chen Ye clicked his tongue inwardly.

This veteran of the Chinese entertainment industry has a solid foundation.

They combined two large apartments in the heart of Beijing, pouring in a huge amount of real money.

"You two are sleeping in the guest room? The sheets and duvet covers were just changed by the housekeeping staff."

Lu Han pointed to a room on the east side.

Song Yuqi was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open. She thanked Lu Han and went straight into the room to wash up and go to sleep.

Chen Ye yawned and prepared to walk towards his room.

"Don't go to sleep yet!"

Lu Han grabbed his arm.

"Come on, let's go to the bar and have some more! I have some good wine here!"

Chen Ye stared wide-eyed.

Is this guy feeling empty, lonely, and cold after leaving Dilraba?

Do you desperately need the warmth of brotherhood?

"Are you crazy? Aren't you going to record the show tomorrow?"

Chen Ye wanted to shake him off.

"Just a little bit, just a tiny bit!"

The deer held on tightly, refusing to let go.

"I didn't dare touch a drop of alcohol tonight, I was so hungry for it."

Chen Ye was helpless.

The two sat down at the bar in the open kitchen.

Lu Han opened a bottle of premium Macallan and poured two large glasses.

The amber-colored liquor swirled in the glass.

Chen Ye picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

Something popped into my head.

"Oh, right." Chen Ye turned to look at Lu Han.

"Do I not need to go abroad tomorrow?"

"So, we'll just film a pilot episode here, have everyone meet up and have a meal or something?"

Lu Han took a big gulp of wine and nodded.

"Yes. The process has been sent to me."

"Tomorrow is just a formality, a chance to get familiar with the process. The actual recording abroad will be the day after tomorrow."

That makes things easier.

It's totally in time.

"Then set aside a few hours tomorrow."

Chen Ye tapped his fingers on the bar counter.

"Find a recording studio you're most familiar with, preferably one with top-of-the-line equipment."

"I've recorded your new album."

Lu Han choked on the wine she had just drunk.

He turned his head sharply and stared at Chen Ye with wide eyes.

"What new album?"

Lu Han's voice rose eight octaves.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Chen Ye cursed irritably.

"That album I promised you on Wuha the other day! Don't you want it anymore?"

Lu Han opened her mouth, dumbfounded.

"Are you really going to write it for me?" he stammered.

He thought it was just a pie in the sky that Chen Ye casually made up at the dinner party, and didn't take it seriously at all.

What is Chen Ye's net worth now?

If the lyrics and music of an album were sold, those big record companies would fight tooth and nail to get them!

"nonsense."

Chen Ye rolled his eyes.

"I've already agreed, how can I go back on my word?"

"Besides, you're not planning to be a 'Buddhist' person anymore."

"If we want to bring traffic back, how can we do it without some solid resources?"

"Once this wave of popularity builds up, the company's new employees will be counting on you to mentor them."

Lu Han's hand, holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air.

Mentoring newcomers?

He knew Chen Ye's personality all too well.

That's utter nonsense.

Chen Ye wanted to help him take back the top spot he held back in the past.

"Yoko..."

The deer felt a lump in its throat.

"Stop!"

Chen Ye quickly reached out to interrupt the spell.

"Don't give me that sob story, it's disgusting!"

"Get the recording studio confirmed by tomorrow morning, you hear me?"

Lu Han sniffed and nodded emphatically.

"good!"

The two sat at the bar, chatting casually.

They talked about everything from the new company's plans to the details of how to confess their feelings when Dilraba returns from her show.

The two only parted ways after a bottle of Macallan was emptied.

Chen Ye returned to the guest room.

Song Yuqi was already fast asleep.

He quietly finished washing up, slipped into bed, and pulled his soft, fragrant wife into his arms to sleep.

It was a little after 10 a.m. the next day.

A sudden, urgent cell phone ringtone rang out in the quiet room.

Chen Ye closed his eyes and groped around haphazardly on the bedside table.

I reached for my phone and pressed the answer button.

"Feed..."

Chen Ye's voice carried the grumpiness of someone who had just woken up.

On the other end of the phone, Susie's irritable voice came crashing down on me.

"Young Master Chen! Where are you and Yuqi?!"

Susie was so anxious she was practically jumping up and down.

Chen Ye rubbed his messy hair, his mind still a little dazed.

"Sleeping, what could she be doing?"

"Nonsense! I asked where you sleep!"

Susie suppressed her anger.

"The production crew is coming to our house to film the pilot episode!"

"I rang the doorbell for ages at your previous address in Beijing, but not a soul showed up!"

Chen Ye then realized what was happening.

I didn't even go home yesterday.

"Oh, we're at Lu Han's house."

Chen Ye yawned.

Susie on the other end of the phone froze for two seconds, almost biting her tongue.

Why did these two go to Lu Han's house to sleep?

"Okay, okay!"

Susie hung up immediately.

"Get up and get ready! The production crew will be here in two hours!"