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

"Old Wang, you've got the point wrong." Chen Ye leaned back in his chair, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the mahogany table.

Click, click, click.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was particularly jarring in the deathly silent private room.

"You don't need to give me an explanation, you need to give all of us an explanation." Chen Ye stared at Wang Zhengyu.

Wang Zhengyu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly.

This old fox doesn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal now.

Chen Ye let out a cold laugh.

This old bastard is still acting like a grandson.

"Today it's a recording pen, what will it be tomorrow? Sulfuric acid?" Chen Ye's voice suddenly rose. "Or are you saying that one day a madman will rush out with a knife and stab someone, and your crew's security can only stand by and watch?"

The air pressure in the private room dropped again.

Chen Ye bluntly stated, "If the production team can't even guarantee our most basic privacy and personal safety, then this show can't be filmed."

"I'm withdrawing from the competition and leaving tomorrow. You guys can have fun on your own."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhengyu not only didn't get angry, but his tense shoulders relaxed instead.

Chen Ye's artillery fire was aimed at security loopholes.

Old Wang knew exactly what was going on.

Fortunately, Chen Ye reacted quickly today and slapped that paparazzi away.

If that recording pen had actually been shoved in Song Yuqi's face, or if it had been Jay Chou or JJ Lin, those music superstars, who were being attacked today...

This is a huge problem.

If any artist suffers any real harm on this show, not only Wang Zhengyu, but the entire show's producers will also be affected.

The show was immediately disbanded, and everyone had to go to the underpass to get their screen protectors installed.

Seeing that Chen Ye had made his point clear, Lao Wang also expressed his opinion, but the atmosphere was still a bit tense.

Chen He's radar-like eyesight activated instantly.

"Alright, alright! Old Wang will definitely get to the bottom of this! If he doesn't, I'll be the first to sacrifice him!"

Chen He slammed his hand on the table, his facial features scrunched up, making him look like a sentient steamed bun.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Hurry, hurry! Order! Order! I'm starving!"

"Wild Child, let's talk about anything else after we've eaten! I'm going to eat Old Wang out of house and home today!"

Deng Chao quickly followed suit, grabbing the menu on the table and waving it around wildly, their cooperation seamless.

"Yes, yes, yes! Where's the waiter? Bring the food!"

"Bring out all your most expensive signature dishes! King crab, Australian lobster, bring them all!"

"We have to make Old Wang bleed a lot today to soothe our wounded hearts!"

Everyone echoed their agreement, and the tense atmosphere in the private room was completely dispelled by these few shouts.

Song Yuqi sat next to Chen Ye and secretly stretched out two fair fingers to tug at the hem of his suit.

"You don't need to get so angry." She lowered her voice and whispered in Chen Ye's ear, "I'm fine, and Lao Wang has it tough too."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ye's blood pressure nearly spiked again.

That silly woman.

Someone almost shoved a recording pen into your throat, and you're still trying to be kind?

What if you thought you were Guanyin Bodhisattva descended to earth to save all sentient beings?

Chen Ye turned his head and glared at her irritably.

"You're still defending Lao Wang? Are you out of your mind?" Chen Ye reprimanded him without any politeness.

"What if that crappy recording pen had stabbed you in the face? What if it had gotten into your eye? Didn't you think about the consequences?"

Chen Ye tapped the table with his finger.

"Don't you even have the face of a top girl group idol?"

"Are you going to wear a one-eyed eyepatch to dance for a girl group? Or become a pirate king? Or do you want to switch careers and play the bandit leader Zuo Shandiao?"

Song Yuqi was bombarded with a barrage of criticism, and suddenly looked like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

She lowered her head silently, twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, without uttering a sound.

She exuded an aura of grievance.

Chen Ye looked at her fluffy head and sighed inwardly.

Gan.

Why bother arguing with a frightened little animal?

She was really scared today; her legs are probably still cramping under the table right now.

Oh well, I chose this wife myself, what else can I do but spoil her?

We can't really treat her like a subordinate and scold her.

"Alright, alright." Chen Ye's tone softened, and he reached out to ruffle her little lion curls.

He ruffled her hair until it was a little messy.

"I'm not blaming you. Next time something like this happens, don't just stand there like an idiot, just hide behind me, okay?"

"If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up."

Song Yuqi suddenly raised her head.

Her face, which had just looked aggrieved, instantly brightened, and her peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons with laughter.

He still had that carefree, smiling look.

"Okay!" she replied crisply, and then hugged Chen Ye's arm again.

Like a clingy koala.

Chen Ye looked up at the sky in silence.

This woman's face changes faster than turning the pages of a book; even Sichuan opera masters would have to become her disciples.

So all that pitiful look you gave me earlier was just an act, a ploy to trick me into giving in, right?

There's just no way to deal with this woman.

Just then, a cell phone rang abruptly in the private room.

It interrupted their brief moment of intimacy.

Song Yuqi took her phone out of her bag and glanced at the screen.

The smile on his face vanished instantly.

Caller ID: Sister Jin.

Song Yuqi stared at the screen, her brows furrowed into a knot.

She swiped her thumb and hung up immediately.

Put your phone face down on the table; out of sight, out of mind.

Two seconds later, the phone vibrated again.

The buzzing sound was particularly jarring on the table.

Song Yuqi pressed the button to turn it off.

The opponent hits again.

The calls came in a barrage, as if they wouldn't give up until they got through.

Chen Ye glanced at her: "Why is it ringing? Why aren't you answering the phone?"

Song Yuqi pursed her lips and shook her head.

"It must be pressure from the companies in South Korea." Song Yuqi picked up her water glass and took a sip.

"My popularity is much higher now than it was two years ago. I'm an absolute core member of the group, a cash cow."

"They suddenly announced it to you today without even telling them. I bet those executives are so angry they're smashing their keyboards in their offices right now."

She snorted coldly.

"If I answer this call, I'll just get yelled at. I'll probably have to listen to them nagging me about how I went public with my relationship and how I violated company rules."

"I'm not going to make things difficult for myself. Let them worry about it themselves."

The voice just fell.

The phone on the table rang again, relentlessly.

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow.

This South Korean agent is quite persistent, is he like a honey badger? Once he bites down, he won't let go.

Song Yuqi flipped through her phone, and after seeing the caller ID, her furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"It's not Sister Jin, it's my agent in China, Sister Lin."

This time she didn't hang up, but slid the answer button directly.

"Hey, Sister Lin," Song Yuqi greeted politely.

A capable female voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking very quickly, with a hint of helplessness and frustration.

"My little darling! How could you announce your relationship with Chen Ye without even telling me beforehand?!"

"I should at least have prepared a domestic public relations plan in advance!"

Sister Lin poured out her grievances on the phone.

"Do you know that Weibo's servers crashed twice tonight? Our PR team dragged themselves out of bed to work overtime, and they're practically losing all their hair! The programmers are cursing up a storm!"

Song Yuqi stuck out her tongue, her smile a little guilty.

"It was a last-minute decision, sis. It happened so suddenly, there wasn't enough time."

Chen Ye heard everything clearly from the side and chuckled to himself.

What kind of last-minute decision?

She was so stunned by her own fierce barrage of attacks that her mind was filled with pink bubbles that she didn't even bother to take out her phone to report it.

Now they've learned to shirk responsibility.

Sister Lin on the other end of the phone sighed.

"Actually, it's not too bad. I just checked the data, and most of the online opinions are now congratulatory."

Sister Lin's tone had relaxed considerably.

"After all, your breakup two years ago was a source of great regret for the entire internet. Chen Ye's actions have solidified his image as a pure love god, and his popularity among casual viewers is staggering."

"However, some die-hard fans have turned against us and started stirring up trouble in the supertopic by insulting us. But that's not important; it won't cause any big waves. We've already benefited greatly from this wave of attention."

Song Yuqi nodded, feeling relieved.

Sister Lin paused, her tone becoming serious.

"By the way, did Sister Jin call you?"

Song Yuqi didn't hide anything: "They called, they kept calling, and I hung up on them all."

"Good riddance." Sister Lin sneered. "Don't answer her calls. The reason she's calling you now is 100% on behalf of her company in South Korea, trying to put pressure on you."

Sister Lin's analysis over the phone was very logical and reasonable.

"Your contract with them is about to expire, and they're keeping a close watch on you now. They're trying to control you in every way, afraid that you, their cash cow, will run away."

"Your sudden announcement disrupted their planned path for you as a single idol, so they'll definitely use this as an excuse to label you."

"Ignore them now and don't give them any response."

"I'll handle everything. With me back in China, they can't interfere that far. At worst, it'll just be a war of words; I'm not afraid of them."

Song Yuqi was deeply moved by Sister Lin's powerful speech.

"Okay, I understand, Sister Lin. Thank you for your hard work."

The phone hangs up.

Song Yuqi breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Chen Ye.

The gloom on his face vanished, and his carefree smile returned.

"It's nothing." She waved her phone. "Sister Lin contacted the Korean company for me and told me not to worry about it. Sister Lin will take care of everything, no matter what."

Chen Ye didn't speak.

He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a slow, deliberate sip.

A South Korean company?

They're just a bunch of bloodsuckers who only know how to exploit artists and impose unfair terms.

Back then, Song Yuqi suffered so much injustice and hardship in South Korea. She practiced dancing until midnight every day, and even when she was sick, she still had to force herself to go on stage.

He knew it better than anyone else.

The contract is about to expire, and you still want to use it to manipulate her?

court death.

Chen Ye put down his teacup.

The porcelain base struck the glass turntable with a dull thud.

He still had those five "universal termination contracts" that the system had rewarded him with in his mind.

That thing is a magical artifact with absolute legal force, capable of removing any unfair terms without any damage.

I originally kept it as a backup, but now it seems to have come in handy.

Chen Ye turned his head and looked at Song Yuqi, whose face was relaxed.

He leaned back in his chair, speaking casually.

"If you want to terminate the contract now, I can help you."