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

"Yezi is going to confess again tonight," Deng Chao said in a low voice. "And, incidentally, go public with it again."

The only sound in the bathroom was the humming of the exhaust fan.

Chen He was picking at the foundation on his face.

Upon hearing this, his finger trembled and he poked it into his nostril.

"Ouch..." Chen He cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face. He pulled his finger out and shook it. "Old Deng, say that again?"

Chen He's eyes widened.

"When he was cornered at his door this morning, wasn't he confidently talking about 'boiling a frog in lukewarm water'?" Chen He couldn't hold back his voice. "Didn't he say he'd wait and see how public opinion went before making a decision? This isn't lukewarm water! He's scalding a pig with boiling water!"

And it's the kind where they burn you to death without removing the hair!

Lu Han stood frozen in place, holding the hem of the girl group pleated skirt.

This kid's ability to cause trouble is practically nuclear-level.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" Deng Chao rolled his eyes. "Who knows what triggered him? He's just acting on a whim."

Huang Bo and Tao Zhe, who were halfway through removing their makeup, were completely dumbfounded.

Huang Bo approached with his face covered in face wash foam.

He patted Deng Chao on the shoulder.

"Wait a minute, Lao Deng." Huang Bo looked completely bewildered. "What do you mean by 're-public'? With Song Yuqi?"

Deng Chao rubbed his temples and briefly recounted the embarrassing incident that happened that morning when Chen Ye was caught in Song Yuqi's room.

The restroom fell silent instantly.

If such a bombshell were to break during the recording of the show, the entire entertainment industry would absolutely explode.

"Listen up, guys." Deng Chao clasped his hands together, his expression extremely serious. "We're all in this together now. We absolutely cannot let Yuqi know about tonight's events beforehand."

Deng Chao swallowed.

"If word gets out beforehand, that brat Yezi will definitely tie us all to the barbecue grill and roast us!"

Everyone nodded in unison.

Lu Han pursed her lips tightly, indicating that she would never be a mole.

Ten minutes later.

The five grown men washed their faces, put on a nonchalant air, and even joked with each other as they walked out of the restroom.

In the lounge.

Song Yuqi maintained the same posture as before.

She sank into the large sofa, staring intently at her phone screen.

The little lion's once fluffy curly hair was now hanging limply over his shoulders.

Song Yuqi bit her lower lip and frantically scrolled down to refresh the WeChat interface.

No new messages.

The pinned black profile picture remained completely still.

Chen Ye, that deadbeat straight man!

You went and played some crappy music, and you didn't even reply with an emoji? Do you even respect me?

Seeing Song Yuqi's resentful expression, like a statue waiting for its husband, Deng Chao and Chen He exchanged a knowing but unspoken glance, then turned away, barely suppressing their laughter.

Just then, director Wang Zhengyu pushed open the door and walked in.

"Everyone's finished removing their makeup, right?" Old Wang cleared his throat with a small megaphone. "We won't be going back to the guesthouse this afternoon."

Old Wang's gaze swept over the crowd.

"We've added a last-minute change to our itinerary. We'll take a stroll around Hengdian World Studios and let you all experience what it's like to be extras."

The crowd cheered in unison.

The live stream chat on the wall was instantly filled with question marks.

"Wait a minute! What happened to me, Chen Ye, the great pure-love war god?"

"Where did Brother Yezi go? He still has to take our Yuqi flying!"

"Why have Jay Chou and the others all disappeared? Is this show just a sore loser?"

Old Wang caught a glimpse of the comments on the screen and began to lie without batting an eye.

"Don't panic, everyone," Lao Wang explained to the camera. "Yezi, Jielun, and the other two have some personal matters to attend to, so they won't be participating in the afternoon's activities for now."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuqi immediately raised her head.

To take care of personal matters?

What private matter could you possibly have that you don't even have time to send a WeChat message about?

The disappointment in Song Yuqi's eyes deepened, and she could only follow the group out listlessly.

In a detached villa on the outskirts of Hengdian.

Chen Ye stood casually in the center of the living room, arms crossed.

"Old Liu, I'm taking that drum set with me." Chen Ye raised his chin.

"This keyboard is nice, can I borrow it for the night?"

"Holy crap, how come you have a rare, discontinued Fanta on this wall? It's mine now."

Old Liu, holding a glass of half-spilled goji berry water, huddled next to the mixing console, his face contorted with pain.

"Ye, Yezi, take it easy." Old Liu's features scrunched up. "I don't even dare to touch that Fanta normally."

"I'll return it to you tomorrow." Chen Ye shoved the guitar into its case.

He turned around and kicked Wang Leehom, who was pretending to be dead next to him.

"Brother Lihong, don't just stand there, lend a hand and call a truck to take all of these back to the guesthouse."

Wang Lihong sighed and began moving the speakers without complaint.

I'm beholden to someone who pays for my food, and I even accepted their new song.

After getting the instruments sorted out, the four of them quickly split into two groups.

Wearing thick masks and baseball caps, Zhou Jielun and Lin Junjie headed straight for Hengdian's largest flower market and balloon wholesale store.

Chen Ye then turned into a secluded photo studio outside the film studio.

The boss was dozing off in his chair.

"Boss, develop the photos." Chen Ye connected his phone to the computer via data cable.

He opened a file package on his phone that had been hidden for two years and encrypted with three layers of encryption.

This room is filled with photos.

Those were all the moments he captured during the year and a half he spent with Song Yuqi.

Two people were seen kissing in the snow on the streets of Seoul.

Song Yuqi got ice cream on the tip of her nose and glared at him with a wrinkled nose.

Two other people were huddled on the sofa, fighting heatedly over a game controller.

Every single one is unmasked, radiating unreserved passion.

"Develop them all." Chen Ye leaned against the counter. "Use the best photographic paper, rush service, money is no object."

The boss perked up and immediately began the operation.

As the printer produced photos that carried his memories, a gentle warmth appeared in Chen Ye's eyes.

That silly girl is probably sulking right now because I didn't reply to her messages.

Chen Ye shook his head.

Since she's disregarding her hard-earned top-tier career and insists on turning the tables on me.

He couldn't very well let a woman like her stand in front of the enemy lines and take the bullets.

The glory that the official announcement back then couldn't give her is being made up for tonight, with interest.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The lobby of the guesthouse booked by the Wuha film crew has been completely turned into a large-scale construction site.

If paparazzi were to capture images of the house now, it would probably dominate the headlines of the entire Chinese entertainment industry for a whole month.

Jay Chou straddles a stepladder.

He had a loose pink balloon in his mouth and was struggling to tear off some adhesive tape and stick it to the corner of the wall.

Lin Junjie kept handing over double-sided tape from below.

Wang Lihong was lying on the ground, sweating profusely as he connected the various microphone cables for the drum kit and keyboard.

Three top-tier superstars in the Chinese music scene whose combined net worth exceeds 10 billion.

They ended up doing manual labor for a wedding planning company here.

"Wild Child! Do you have any humanity left?" Zhou Jielun yelled from the ladder. "My arms are getting sore from holding this up, and all you've been doing is sticking photos up?"

Chen Ye simply couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

He was standing on a chair, holding a long string of flashing warm-toned ambient lights in his hand.

This string of ambient lights extends from the second-floor spiral staircase handrail all the way down to the living room hallway.

Chen Ye's eyes were focused.

Every ten centimeters, he would clip a freshly developed photograph onto the paper with a small wooden clip.

More than three hundred in total.

He hung them all on the string of lights in chronological order, densely packed together.

It cascades down from the second floor, forming a warm-glowing photo waterfall.

Even after doing all that, Chen Ye was still not satisfied.

He directed several program crew members to set up a huge projection screen in the center of the living room.

The large living room was transformed into a small concert venue.

After connecting to the high-spec computer borrowed from Lao Liu.

Chen Ye's hands flew across the keyboard as he quickly began editing silly everyday videos the two of them had filmed in the past.

He removed the original sound, leaving only the visuals, and added extremely lyrical light piano music.

The entire hall was decorated without any of that nouveau riche tacky or vulgar style.

Instead, it is filled with a romance imbued with a profound sense of nostalgia.

The room was filled with champagne roses, balloons floating on the ceiling, and a glowing photo wall.

Chen Ye dusted off his hands, took two steps back, and looked at the panoramic view.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Okay.

Finally, they're showing some of the prestige one would expect from a reunion.

Meanwhile, Hengdian World Studios.

Deng Chao was dutifully leading the large group, squatting by the roadside watching the film crew shoot a period drama.

Chen He held a candied hawthorn in his hand, his mouth full of sugar crumbs, shouting and yelling.

Song Yuqi walked absentmindedly at the back of the group.

The surrounding area was bustling with tourists.

She mechanically followed the crowd forward.

She opened WeChat for the fifty-sixth time.

The interface remains blank.

Song Yuqi gripped her phone tightly, her fingernails scraping against the edge of the phone case with a faint sound.

What on earth is this man doing?!

Was agreeing to get back together last night just a temporary measure?

Just to appease her?

Now that he's disappeared, is he hiding somewhere trying to distance himself from me?

Song Yuqi felt more and more aggrieved the more she thought about it.

My nose started to sting.

Time slipped away into the evening, agonizingly passing by.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the lobby of the guesthouse in a gentle orange hue.

Chen Ye casually threw on a clean black shirt.

The top two buttons of his collar were casually undone, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms.

He stood in front of the floor microphone, one hand in his pocket.

Jay Chou sat in front of the keyboard, his fingers casually resting on the black and white keys.

Lin Junjie held the drumsticks and twirled them in mid-air in a fancy circle.

Wang Leehom carried that rare Fender electric guitar on his back and strummed the strings.

"Is everything ready?" Chen Ye tested the microphone.

The sound, transmitted through top-of-the-line speakers, is deep and highly penetrating.

"Come on." Jay Chou gave an OK sign. "Let me show you the power of the strongest backing band in the Chinese music scene."

"Thump."

Lin Junjie's drumsticks struck the first beat heavily.

Just as the rehearsal began.

Chen Ye's phone screen, which was on the coffee table next to him, suddenly lit up.

The phone vibrated and buzzed on the wooden table.

Chen Ye glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

Caller ID: Song Yuqi.

Chen Ye's eyes flickered slightly, his gaze filled with an unwavering confidence.

He simply reached out and pressed the mute button.

The screen flickered in the dim light.

Chen Ye closed his eyes and gripped the microphone stand with both hands.

Tonight, nobody's getting away.