Two days of recording plus staying up all night was really tiring, so Song Yecheng slept from early morning to afternoon.

When he was half asleep, he subconsciously reached out to the side, but after searching for a long time, he only found a pile of quilts. There seemed to be no one around him.

Song Yecheng narrowed his eyes in confusion, only then realizing that he was the only one on the bed. The sky outside the French window was still gloomy, making it difficult to tell whether it was morning or afternoon.

"Jiang Que?"

Song Yecheng sat up and called towards the bathroom, but there was no response for a long time. It seemed that Jiang Que was not in the room.

Where did you go?

Song Yecheng rubbed his eyes in confusion, and walked to the edge of the bed to get out. However, he searched for his slippers for a long time but couldn't find them. He bent down to take a look, and found that there was nothing under the bed or beside it. His slippers were gone.

Song Yecheng was a little confused, but since it was summer, he didn't care much. He just walked barefoot onto the ground, stretching his arms casually as he walked towards the door.

The doors of the study and guest bedroom were open. Song Yecheng took a quick look inside as he passed by, but saw no one. He could only continue walking towards the stairs in confusion.

Just after walking down a few steps, he vaguely smelled a faint fragrance. He sniffed again and found that it seemed to be the aroma of some cooked meat, which was so tempting that it almost made him want to swallow his saliva.

Song Yecheng turned the corner and looked towards the kitchen downstairs. He saw Jiang Que standing in front of the stove with his back to him, seemingly adding something to the pot.

The range hood hummed softly, steam bubbled from the soup pot, and figures were busy in front of the stove, occasionally making the clink of spatulas and spoons colliding.

Song Yecheng looked at this most ordinary yet heartwarming scene, his eyes softened, and he walked down the stairs with a faint smile on his face.

He was barefoot, and the sound of his footsteps on the wooden floor was almost inaudible due to the noise in the kitchen. He walked all the way to the island counter, but did not disturb Jiang Que. He just lay on the counter with his chin propped up and admired it.

Jiang Que scooped some soup from the pot with a spoon and brought it to his mouth. After blowing it cool, he sipped it and tasted it. Just as he put the spoon aside, he caught a glimpse of such a huge creature out of the corner of his eye. He was startled at first, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What are you doing?"

"Look at you," Song Yecheng smiled and held up his chin, "You look so beautiful."

Jiang Que glared at him with a smirk and said, "Go brush your teeth and wash your face, the meal will be ready soon."

Seeing Song Yecheng stood up obediently, Jiang Que reached out and took the seasoning box from the side, returned to the pot and added some salt to the soup. But just as he was about to stir it with a spoon, he was hugged from behind around the waist.

Song Yecheng rested his chin on his shoulder and hummed lazily with a nasal sound: "Hmm~ I don't want to go."

Jiang Que was completely out of temper, but he had a soup spoon in one hand and water in the other, so he could only nudge back with his elbow: "Go quickly - it won't taste good if it gets cold."

The collision was not serious. Song Yecheng just screamed "Ouch" and bent down exaggeratedly to cover his chest.

Jiang Que didn't actually use any strength, but he couldn't help but turn his head nervously after hearing this: "What's wrong?"

Song Yecheng raised his eyes teasingly: "You hit me right in the heart."

This corny love talk was really enough. Jiang Que couldn't help but hold his forehead and laugh. Then he looked down and saw his bare feet, and suddenly remembered: "Oh, right, the slippers have been cleaned and are drying in the bathroom. Hurry and put on your shoes."

Seeing that Song Yecheng was still trying to cling to him, Jiang Que finally used his ultimate move: "I haven't eaten anything since last night. I'm almost starving."

These words were indeed useful. When Song Yecheng heard them, he stopped acting coquettishly and being lazy. He raised his hand and patted his head, then turned around and ran back upstairs to wash and put on his shoes.

When he came back, the soup and dishes were already on the table, and the rice was served in bowls.

The fragrant tomato stewed beef brisket, the refreshing and crispy stir-fried bamboo shoots, the smooth and non-greasy steamed mandarin fish, and the plump rice grains will make you salivate at the sight of them.

"Try it?"

Seeing him coming, Jiang Que transferred the spoon of the tomato stewed beef brisket to his side, motioning him to try it.

They had been on the crew all this time, eating the meals provided by the crew. It was obvious that he should have been tired of it, so when Jiang Que woke up today and saw that he was still sleeping soundly, he thought of making some home-cooked meals to change his taste.

Song Yecheng rubbed his hands and sat down, and scooped a spoonful into the bowl as he was told. The rich soup spread over the rice, and the aroma made him drool. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of beef brisket and put it directly into his mouth.

"Hey, be careful of the heat." Jiang Que hurriedly reminded.

It was really hot, but also really fresh. Song Yecheng was chewing happily while breathing heavily, with golden light in his eyes.

"How is it?" Jiang Que looked at him and couldn't help but feel excited.

Song Yecheng nodded "hmmmm" as he chewed, and only after swallowing it did he exclaim in admiration: "You said you have artistic talent, and that's fine, but how come you also have cooking skills? This is so delicious, isn't it?"

Jiang Que felt very satisfied after hearing this. He pursed his lips and smiled as he picked up his bowl and chopsticks: "If it tastes good, eat more. I will make it for you often in the future."

The second half of the sentence really warmed Song Yecheng's heart. He could hardly suppress his sweet expression. Like a happy silly boy, he buried his head in eating a big bowl of rice with the delicious beef brisket and bamboo shoots and fish. Then, as if it was not enough, he ran to get another bowl.

It is certainly a happiness to eat delicious food, but what is even happier is to stay at home with Jiang Que, sitting next to each other at the table, eating and chatting, just like an ordinary couple, experiencing the ordinary warmth and comfort.

The only drawback is that they are just "like" a couple now, not a real couple.

Although Song Yecheng always thought that proposing and getting married were just a formality and not indispensable, now that he has Jiang Que, he is eager to give him all the solemnity of the ceremony and does not want him to have any regrets.

So... maybe we can put the proposal on the agenda?

Song Yecheng thought.

But before that, there is one thing that needs to be resolved urgently.

——He has not visited Jiang Que’s parents yet.

In fact, after listening to Jiang Que's story last night, he secretly didn't want Jiang Que to have too much contact with the couple in the future. He even felt that it would not be a bad thing to just part ways and have no involvement from then on.

However, if it involves a lifelong event, such impulsive thinking seems somewhat childish. Even if it is just a formality to visit, you should at least inform them in person.

Moreover, judging from Jiang Que's experience, the person who really had a bad relationship with him was actually his adoptive mother Ye Ying, while his adoptive father Jiang Di had always treated him as his own son.

So, if this relationship can get Jiang Di's blessing, Jiang Que should also be happy, right?

Song Yecheng ate and thought like this, and finally finished the last few mouthfuls of rice in the bowl. Seeing Jiang Que stand up to clean up the dishes, he also stood up and helped to put the dishes into the kitchen.

Standing side by side in front of the sink, the two of them leisurely rinsed the dishes and listened to the sound of the running water. Song Yecheng bent his elbow and poked Jiang Que: "Hey, I have nothing to do for a while, how about we go out and play?"

Jiang Que thought for a moment, then turned around and asked worriedly, "But you'll attract a lot of attention wherever you go, right?"

Song Yecheng had already planned this: "It doesn't matter, can't we just go abroad?"

This is indeed a good choice. Although he has many fans abroad, they are not as numerous as in China, to the point where they can be surrounded and blocked.

Jiang Que pondered for a moment and nodded: "Then you decide, I'm fine with anything."

Song Yecheng also nodded. After a moment, he finally asked tentatively, "How about... stopping by your dad's place?"

Jiang Que paused what he was doing, obviously not expecting him to bring this up suddenly.

There was actually nothing wrong with this proposal. Even if there were many unpleasant things between him and Ye Ying, Jiang Di was still someone he regarded as a relative. Now that he chose to be with Song Yecheng, if the opportunity was right, it would be reasonable for him to visit him.

But……

Thinking of the message he sent a few days ago but which fell on deaf ears, he suddenly lost confidence.

After hesitating for a long time, he continued to rinse the plate in his hand and said, "I'll find a chance to discuss it with him first. We'll talk about it then."

Song Yecheng originally hadn't thought about making a decision today, so he hummed a few times in understanding: "There's no rush anyway, let's make the decision after we contact them."

After clearing the dishes, the two went upstairs together.

Having slept all day, Song Yecheng probably wouldn't need to sleep at night. He was just thinking about finding a few movies to watch with Jiang Que when he suddenly heard a bell ringing from the guest bedroom.

That was his cell phone ringtone.

Song Yecheng was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he had thrown his cell phone on the bed when he went to the guest bedroom to take a shower before going to bed.

"Oh my god," Song Yecheng turned his head and looked at Jiang Que suspiciously, "Could it be Liang Heming?" He just had some free time, could it be that Uncle Liang had given him some new task?

Jiang Que was a little amused: "Go and answer it, even if it's him, you can't just ignore him, right?"

Song Yecheng curled his lips and turned into the guest bedroom unwillingly. He looked over to the bed and saw that the caller ID was Tang Yao. He felt relieved and picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Hey, Brother Cheng," Tang Yao said, "Are you home yet?"

"I'm here early. How about you guys?" Song Yecheng asked casually.

He and Jiang Que rushed back overnight as soon as the show was finished, and he did not pay attention to the subsequent updates of others, so naturally he did not know what the arrangements were.

"We're back too," Tang Yao said, "Did you see the message I sent you this morning?"

"Huh?" Song Yecheng was a little confused. "What's that? I just woke up after a day's sleep."

"Oh," Tang Yao said, "I just want to ask if you are free to come over. I have something to tell you."

"About the show?" Song Yecheng didn't think about it in any other direction. After all, with Tang Yao's personality, she definitely wouldn't be looking for him to chat because she was bored. It was most likely that she asked him out because of work.

"Well...I guess so." Tang Yao said.

Song Yecheng actually felt that he hadn't spent enough time with Jiang Que and was a little too lazy to go out, but if it was serious business, he couldn't refuse, so after hesitating for a moment, he finally agreed: "Okay, now? Where to?"

"How about we stay in your club?" Tang Yao suggested.

Song Yecheng had no objection. After all, the place was much more convenient than other places in terms of privacy and distance. So he made an appointment with her in a few words and then hung up the phone.

But just after hanging up the phone, he turned around and walked out of the room, groaning and leaning on Jiang Que's shoulder, holding his arms around him and rocking him left and right, and said in a thick Taiwanese accent: "What should I do - my husband has to go move bricks again -"

Jiang Que had long been immune to the big golden retriever's coquettish pounces. He let him sway him around and said with a helpless smile, "Why don't you go change your clothes?"

"What about you?" Song Yecheng was having a blast playing the role of a heartbreaker. "How could I bear to leave you alone in the empty room—"

Jiang Que was speechless. Although his face was full of smiles, he deliberately said, "I can write quietly while you are not at home."

"Huh?" Song Yecheng exaggerates, "Do you dislike me?"

Jiang Que laughed silently, dragged him to the master bedroom door like a big bear, and pushed him in: "Hurry up and go - you are still addicted to acting."

Song Yecheng was still sighing, shaking his head as if he was forced to go to work and change his clothes.

A few minutes later, he casually changed into a set of sportswear. As he walked out of the room, he saw Jiang Que coming out of the study with a laptop in his arms. He asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Que said, "I want to go to the fourth floor to write."

Song Yecheng was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that he was probably worried that Baimao would run away again. Reluctantly but amusedly, he put his arm around his shoulders and led him towards the stairs: "Okay - tomorrow I'll have someone install a guardrail to ensure that it never escapes from Five Finger Mountain again."

Jiang Que smiled and walked to the stairs with him. Song Yecheng raised his hand and hooked his chin: "Go upstairs. I'll bring you some midnight snacks when I come back tonight."

Jiang Que nodded and told them to "come back early". Then the two of them split up, one went upstairs and the other went downstairs and drove out.

Two hours later, private club.

It was the same private room where they had dinner last time. Song Yecheng pushed the door open and saw Tang Yao already waiting inside.

"Sorry," Song Yecheng said as he closed the door, "I took a detour to buy something, so I was delayed for a while."

He and Tang Yao had an appointment at 6:30, and he thought that leaving an hour earlier would be enough time, but he didn't expect to spend quite a bit of time in the store buying something, and it was already nearly 7 o'clock.

"It's okay, I just arrived too." Tang Yao replied.

Song Yecheng took a quick look and found that she not only came, but also brought a laptop with her. The laptop was turned on and placed in front of her, as if she was here for some business negotiation. He couldn't help but jokingly said, "Oh, you're making it so formal?"

Tang Yao smiled faintly, closed the computer and pushed it aside: "Have you eaten? Do you want to eat something first?"

"No, I've already eaten."

Song Yecheng pulled out a chair and sat down, a little smug on his face, "Your teacher Bai cooked this personally, the taste is really - wow, it's amazing."

As he spoke, he thought of something else and asked, "What about you? If you haven't eaten yet, I'll ask them to serve a set meal or something?"

"No need," Tang Yao said, "I'm not hungry yet."

Song Yecheng nodded, but didn't try to persuade him much. After a moment, he suddenly said with great interest, "By the way, I just happened to have something I wanted to ask you."

Tang Yao couldn't think of anything worthy of the word "ask for advice" and asked curiously, "What is it?"

"What do you think—" Song Yecheng put his elbows on the table, his eyes full of serious anticipation, "How can I propose more romantically?"

Tang Yao was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized: "You want to...propose to Teacher Bai?"

Song Yecheng's face was full of amusement as he asked a question knowing the answer: "Nonsense, what else can I do?"

For some reason, Tang Yao seemed a little worried when she heard this. Her eyes moved around a few times, but she didn't say anything.

Song Yecheng thought she was thinking about proposing, so he didn't rush her. He wanted to see if she could come up with any good ideas.

Who would have thought that after a moment, Tang Yao's wandering gaze fell back on his face, but she said: "I'd better tell you the story first."

They did come out to discuss something, but Song Yecheng didn't expect her to just skip over his question. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What's the big deal? Is there any need to be so anxious?"

He originally meant it in a teasing tone, but Tang Yao seemed to be in a completely different mood from him and answered seriously, "It is quite important."

Seeing her serious attitude, Song Yecheng couldn't make any more jokes, so he just smiled and nodded: "Okay, then you go first."

Tang Yao wasn't one to beat around the bush. The few pleasantries she'd exchanged upon entering were enough for her, so she cut to the chase and got straight to the point. "At the beginning of the year, there was a trending online novel called 'City Chronicles.' Do you remember it?"

Song Yecheng was stunned.

How could he not remember it? That online novel was the starting point of his reunion with Jiang Que. No matter how long it had been, he would never forget it.

However, Tang Yao's question at this time made him a little confused: "I remember it, what's wrong?"

Tang Yao hesitated for a moment before finally speaking out, "I suspect...that book was written by Teacher Bai."

Song Yecheng was quite surprised and stared at her for several seconds. But to Tang Yao's surprise, he finally laughed incredulously: "How did you know?"

Although his expression was surprised, he seemed not to be surprised about the matter itself, but rather surprised that she actually knew about it. Coupled with that joking question, Tang Yao suddenly felt a little confused.

After carefully examining it for a long time, she finally asked tentatively, "...Do you know about this?"

Song Yecheng didn't seem to care too much, and nodded in acknowledgment: "I went to see him when the trending search first came out, and I already knew about it then."

This was something Tang Yao hadn't expected. For a moment, her mind was a bit confused. She blinked and sorted out her thoughts for a long time before finally asking, "So you also know... how he wrote those prophecies?"

Song Yecheng's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

If the previous question only made him surprised at Tang Yao's investigative ability, then this question made him feel that something was wrong.

Why was Jiang Que able to write those prophecies?

Because of rebirth.

However, if Jiang Que had not told him this reason himself, which was beyond the scope of science, he would not have been able to get the answer even if he had asked someone to investigate Jiang Que thoroughly.

Tang Yao's tone clearly indicated that she knew the inside story, but how could she know that? In other words, was the "inside story" she knew the same as what he knew?

Song Yecheng's thoughts raced. After a while, out of caution, he did not answer but asked, "What do you mean?"

Tang Yao didn't answer, but turned around and took out her cell phone from her bag. After unlocking it, she fumbled around for a while, then put her hand in front of him.

Song Yecheng didn't understand what it meant at first, but when he looked down and saw the content on the screen clearly, he suddenly froze.

That was a WeChat conversation.

One of them was Tang Yao, and he recognized the avatar on the opposite side at a glance - it was Jiang Que.

But that wasn't what surprised him.

What really made him unbelievable was that this conversation actually took place on February 9th, half a year ago, which was the day before the "Romance Revealed" chapter of "Jono Chronicle" was released, and the content of the conversation was surprisingly -

The other party, posing as an anonymous friend, reminded Tang Yao that if she didn't want to be harassed by He Jingsheng anymore, she could go to Song Yecheng for cooperation to complete the shelved hype plan for the "Heaven Will Snow" crew.

Tang Yao explained, "When I received this message, I actually thought it was from my assistant, Xiaomi. She knew all the details but didn't dare to openly oppose the company, so it made sense for her to privately tip me off using an anonymous account. But I was also afraid there might be some kind of trap, so when I asked you to meet, I specifically brought a recorder. I wanted to have a recorder, just in case anything went wrong."

Song Yecheng's mind was a little confused for a moment.

Obviously, the information conveyed by this time and this sentence was already explicit enough, but at this moment he seemed to have suffered from some kind of dyslexia and was unable to come to a conclusion for a long time.

He just stared at the screen with his eyes downcast for a long time without making any movement. Tang Yao, who was watching from the side, knew in her heart that he had no idea about this at all.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the box.

It was unknown how long it took before Song Yecheng finally took action.

He reached out and clicked on the avatar, opening the other person's profile page.

He wanted to confirm whether this was Jiang Que's WeChat, even though he was already very familiar with this profile picture, even though this suspicion seemed a bit self-deceptive, but what if...

There is no such thing.

Everything on the profile page, from the avatar to the nickname, and even the WeChat ID that would never be repeated, ruthlessly denied this possibility.

However, Song Yecheng still didn't seem to give up: "Are you sure he has been using this account all along? Could it be..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Yao already understood what he was thinking, because not only him, but even Tang Yao herself, when she first discovered this matter, her first reaction was to repeatedly confirm with He Jingsheng the ownership of this account.

And Song Yecheng... of course he would be even more unwilling to accept this fact.

However, what Tang Yao didn't know was that at this moment, what they were thinking were not exactly the same. The most fundamental difference was that she didn't know that Jiang Que had interpreted her prophecy as rebirth.

So what seemed to her to be a straightforward enough answer, actually had another explanation from Song Yecheng—

Even if this news really came from Jiang Que, is it possible that... he already knew that this was going to happen, so he just reminded Tang Yao in advance?

However, Tang Yao's subsequent words and actions not only completely shattered this lucky hope, but also completely overturned everything Song Yecheng had heard from Jiang Que -

"Actually, when I first saw Mr. Bai, I thought his features looked familiar. When he visited my company, I even tried to contact him in person, but I couldn't recall where I'd seen him before. Last night, I discovered this WeChat account, and after a night of searching, I finally came up with a possible solution. So, when I got home this morning, I dug out the dashcam footage from the set of 'Heaven Will Snow.'"

Tang Yao narrated calmly, reaching out to pull out the previously closed laptop, opened it, clicked on a video file, and then turned the screen to Song Yecheng:

"I think you need to watch this video."