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

"Come in and speak."

Chen Ye nodded, turned around, and pushed open the door to his room again.

Wang Zhengyu followed him inside and closed the door tightly behind him.

Chen Ye took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and handed it over.

"Tell me, which deity did this?" Chen Ye asked casually.

Wang Zhengyu took the water bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls.

My dry throat finally felt better.

"He's the assistant to the executive director," Wang Zhengyu said through gritted teeth.

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow.

"That kid usually seems honest and unassuming, but who knew he was so dishonest behind the scenes." Wang Zhengyu's plastic bottle creaked as he squeezed it.

"A long time ago, scalpers, paparazzi, and media outlets contacted him privately, but we haven't been able to catch them red-handed."

"Yesterday afternoon, after I made the restaurant reservation, he sent out the address while he went to the restroom."

Chen Ye took a sip of water.

"How much did you sell it for?" Chen Ye asked.

"Fifty thousand." Wang Zhengyu's face twitched as he said the number.

Chen Ye almost spat out his water.

"How much?" Chen Ye looked at Wang Zhengyu as if he were an alien.

"fifty thousand?!"

He was so angry he almost laughed.

"Old Wang, have the people in your crew never seen money before?" Chen Ye retorted mercilessly.

"You sold the underwear of more than ten people for only 50,000 yuan?"

"If this were a spy movie, he wouldn't even survive the first episode!"

Wang Zhengyu's face was full of bitterness. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Where are they?" Chen Ye asked.

"I called the police." Wang Zhengyu crushed the empty bottle in his hand.

"They sent him in with his phone in the middle of the night, and all the transfer records are in WeChat. The evidence is irrefutable."

"This kid not only faces a huge lawsuit from the production team for breach of contract, but he also has to go back to work as a sewing machine operator."

Wang Zhengyu looked at Chen Ye, his tone solemn.

"Yezi, I'll tell you the truth about this."

"From now on, only I and the two assistant directors will know all the core schedules of the crew."

"There will absolutely not be a situation like yesterday where paparazzi were right up to our faces and attacking us."

Chen Ye nodded.

Although this old fox likes to stir up trouble, he is reliable when it comes to matters of principle.

Calling the police and having them arrested is a tough tactic—making an example of someone to deter others.

"Alright," Chen Ye waved his hand, "Let's put this behind us."

Wang Zhengyu's tense shoulders finally relaxed.

"Yezi, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday," Wang Zhengyu added another apology.

"It's alright." Chen Ye put down the water bottle.

"Just don't let those random microphones be shoved in Yuqi's face again."

"I have a bad temper. Next time, I might not just slap him, but shove the microphone into his mouth."

Wang Zhengyu chuckled twice and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He believed Chen Ye was absolutely capable of doing it.

"Oh, right." Wang Zhengyu took the black tablet computer out of his pocket.

"We revised the follow-up plan for this program overnight."

Chen Ye looked at him.

"Has the plan really been changed?"

"It has to be changed!" Wang Zhengyu sighed and opened the document on his tablet.

"The original plan was to take you all out to buy and sell things today."

"The main focus is on experiencing the hardships of ordinary people."

Chen Ye's lips twitched.

That old man Deng was definitely up to no good.

"But that's not possible now." Wang Zhengyu pointed to the trending search data on the tablet.

"Your official announcement last night completely drew in all the internet's traffic."

"There are countless eyes watching our film crew right now."

Wang Zhengyu rubbed his temples.

"If we send you to work in crowded places, it could cause a stampede in no time."

"At that point, forget about recording a show, we'll all be going to the police station for questioning."

Chen Ye deeply agreed.

With Song Yuqi's current popularity, plus his own resurrected pure love god.

If we were to actually go and make some purchases, I reckon all the vendors who were doing normal business would gather around to watch the spectacle.

"So?" Chen Ye asked.

"So, the format of the program has changed from now on." Wang Zhengyu put away his tablet.

"Change it to pure tourism, and add some internal games."

Chen Ye's eyes lit up instantly.

"Tourism?" Chen Ye confirmed.

"Yes." Wang Zhengyu nodded.

Wonderful!

Chen Ye mentally gave Lao Wang a huge thumbs up.

Isn't this just a publicly funded trip?

No need to screw in screws or move ice blocks, I can take my wife sightseeing every day and earn appearance fees along the way.

This is the proper rhythm of life for salted fish!

"Who came up with this plan?" Chen Ye forced a smile.

"You're a genius, Lao Wang, you've finally done something decent."

Wang Zhengyu rolled his eyes.

If it weren't for the fear of safety accidents, he wouldn't have let these big shots live so comfortably.

The two then chatted briefly about the subsequent route planning.

After confirming that nothing had been missed, Wang Zhengyu yawned widely and dragged his heavy steps back to his room to catch up on sleep.

After seeing Lao Wang off, Chen Ye turned and walked out of the room.

Arriving at Song Yuqi's door, Chen Ye entered the password.

Chen Ye pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was dimly lit, with thick blackout curtains drawn.

On the large bed, the blankets formed a small mound.

Chen Ye walked over and lifted a corner of the blanket.

Song Yuqi was curled up like a shrimp, clutching a pillow tightly in her arms, fast asleep.

A red mark was pressed onto her fair cheek, and a few strands of curly hair clung to the corner of her mouth.

Chen Ye sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to pinch her nose.

Two seconds later.

Song Yuqi frowned, grumbled in dissatisfaction, and opened her mouth to breathe.

Chen Ye released his grip and instead pinched her cheek.

"Get up, little pig," Chen Ye whispered.

Song Yuqi's eyelids twitched twice, and she barely managed to open them a crack.

Upon seeing who was sitting by the bed, she didn't even fully open her eyes before throwing away the pillow she was holding.

She stretched out two fair arms and precisely wrapped them around Chen Ye's neck.

"Hug me~"

A coquettish voice, thick with a nasal tone, rang out in the quiet room.

Chen Ye sighed helplessly, then bent down and pulled her, blanket and all, into his arms.

Song Yuqi clung to him like a koala, rubbing her head against his neck.

"Good morning kiss," she demanded with her eyes closed and a matter-of-fact tone.

Chen Ye lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead.

"Perfunctory," Song Yuqi pouted in dissatisfaction.

Chen Ye didn't indulge her and gave her a hard peck on the lips.

"Get up quickly." Chen Ye patted her on the back.

"The sun's already high in the sky, and the breakfast downstairs is almost cold."

Only then did Song Yuqi release her grip with satisfaction, yawning as she got out of bed.

She slipped on her slippers and, with her hair all messy, went into the bathroom.

Chen Ye leaned against the bathroom door frame, casually scrolling through Weibo on his phone.

On the trending topics list, the hashtag about the two getting back together still ranks first.

It was followed by a dark red "Explosion" character.

The buzzing sound of an electric toothbrush could be heard from the bathroom.

"Chen Ye." Song Yuqi called out to him indistinctly, her mouth full of toothpaste foam.

"Speak," Chen Ye said without even looking up.

"When will we have time after this show is finished filming?" Song Yuqi asked, brushing her teeth while looking at Chen Ye in the mirror.

"I want to go on a trip."

"I've been working non-stop for the past two years, and I haven't had a chance to truly relax in a long time."

Chen Ye stopped swiping the screen.

He looked up at the top girl group idol in the mirror, her mouth full of white foam and completely unconcerned about her image.

"Okay." Chen Ye put his phone in his pocket.

"After Wuha finishes filming, we can go wherever you want."

"Whether you want to see the Northern Lights in Iceland or go diving in the Maldives, it's up to you."

Song Yuqi spat out the foam in her mouth and rinsed her mouth with water.

"Yay!" She wiped her mouth with a towel, her eyes sparkling.

Looking at her carefree demeanor, Chen Ye suddenly remembered the barrage of calls he received last night.

The South Korean entertainment agencies will definitely not let this go.

"By the way," Chen Ye said, crossing his arms and looking at her, "what are your plans for the future?"

Song Yuqi was stunned for a moment.

She put down the towel in her hand and turned to lean against the sink.

"In the future..."

Song Yuqi lowered her head, her toes unconsciously rubbing against the floor.

"After Wuha is over, let's go on a trip and have some fun for a while." Song Yuqi's voice gradually became clearer.

"Then when I come back, I'll take on more gigs and appear on more variety shows."

"Take advantage of the current popularity and make as much money as possible."

Chen Ye frowned.

"Are you short of money?" Chen Ye asked.

"I don't need it." Song Yuqi looked up and smiled at him.

"But I want to save up some money for the rest of our lives."

She sighed, her voice suddenly becoming very soft.

"Once I've saved enough money, and given enough time, I'll gradually fade out of the entertainment industry."

Chen Ye was stunned.

The woman in front of me practiced relentlessly for her career two years ago.

To secure a debut spot, he trained so hard he ended up in the hospital with low blood sugar.

Now they're saying they want to fade out of the entertainment industry?

Did someone get their brain squeezed by a door?

"Why fade out of the entertainment industry?" Chen Ye straightened up, his brows furrowing even more.

"You're on the rise right now, so many people are envious of your position, are you willing to give it up?"

Song Yuqi looked at Chen Ye.

His eyes, which were usually always smiling, were now filled with stubbornness.

"Willing to part with it."

Song Yuqi answered very quickly.

"I don't want to lose you again."

Her voice trembled, but she enunciated each word clearly.

Two years ago, I chose my career, and as a result, I lost you.

"I've been alone for the past two years, and I dream about you every night." Song Yuqi's eyes were a little red.

"That feeling was so unpleasant, I never want to experience it again in my life."

"No matter how popular or famous you are, nothing is more important than having you by my side."

The restroom fell silent.

Only the occasional drip of water from the faucet makes a crisp sound.

Chen Ye looked at her.

That silly woman.

He usually seems loud and boisterous like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but deep down he's a total love-obsessed person.

Chen Ye chuckled softly.

He strode into the restroom, stretched out his arms, and hugged Song Yuqi tightly from behind.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at the two of them in the mirror.

"You're so silly."

Chen Ye's voice was very low.

"With me here, why would you want to leave the scene?"

Chen Ye tightened his grip, holding her firmly in his arms.

"You think I've really run out of ideas for sea fishing these past two years?" Chen Ye scoffed.

"With me here, neither of us will ever have to worry about not having any work or money in this lifetime."

What a joke.

The system's online store contains a treasure trove of entertainment resources from across the globe.

He could make Song Yuqi a global superstar anytime he wanted.

That crappy company in South Korea is nothing. At worst, we can just start a company and have her be the boss.

"If you like singing and dancing, then keep doing it." Chen Ye pinched her cheek.

"When you feel busy or tired, stop and rest."

"Ignore all announcements and trending topics."

Chen Ye looked at Song Yuqi's red eyes in the mirror, his tone casual yet resolute.

"Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you."

Looking at Chen Ye in the mirror, Song Yuqi finally couldn't hold back her tears and they fell down.

She turned around and buried her face in Chen Ye's arms, hugging his waist tightly with both hands.

"Chen Ye, you're the best, waaaaah..."

Chen Ye patted her back, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

The two of them cuddled together in the bathroom for quite a while.

Their clinginess is so strong that anyone who didn't know better would think they were in their seventies or eighties, having relied on each other for most of their lives.

Chen Ye even felt that, given their current situation, it would be a disservice to the atmosphere if they didn't go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate for nine yuan.

Once Song Yuqi had finally calmed down, Chen Ye was kicked out of the restroom.

Half an hour later.

Song Yuqi applied delicate light makeup to cover her slightly swollen eyelids.

She changed into a simple white casual suit, exuding youthful energy.

The two pushed open the door and walked down the stairs side by side towards the lobby on the first floor.

Just as I reached the corner of the stairs, I heard the sound of slurping porridge coming from the lobby.

The huge long dining table in the lobby on the first floor was already full of people.

Huang Bo was gnawing on a large meat bun, his mouth dripping with oil.

Jay Chou is holding a bowl of soy milk and struggling with the fried dough stick in his hand.

Lin Junjie and Wang Leehom were huddled together, seemingly studying some sheet music, while stuffing tea eggs into their mouths as they looked at it.

Tao Zhe and Wang Mian sat on the far side, whispering to each other.

These superstars, who usually shine brightly on stage, are now dressed in floral shorts and white short-sleeved shirts, looking as down-to-earth as old men eating breakfast in the village.

Chen Ye glanced around.

I didn't see Lu Han, Deng Chao, and Chen He, those three conspicuous figures.

These three are probably researching deer antlers.

Good morning, everyone.

Chen Ye pulled out two chairs and let Song Yuqi sit down first, then he sat down himself.

"Oh, the young couple are up?" Huang Bo swallowed the bun in his mouth and teased with a wink.

"You slept well last night?"

Song Yuqi blushed, lowered her head to pick up the steamed buns on the table, and pretended not to hear.

Chen Ye, with skin as thick as a city wall, picked up a fried dough stick and took a bite.

"I slept really well," Chen Ye retorted while chewing. "Bo-ge, those dark circles under your eyes, were you out stealing last night?"

Huang Bo rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Chen Ye was about to get a bowl of porridge.

Zhou Jielun, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly put down the bowl of soy milk he was holding.

He tore off a tissue to wipe his mouth and looked up at Chen Ye.

His usually cool face rarely showed a hint of helplessness.

"Yoko."

Jay Chou spoke up.

I'm leaving soon.