Chen Cheng and Qiao Jingjing played games for another day.

At three in the afternoon, the two of them disguised themselves and headed out.

"There shouldn't be any entertainment reporters staking out your apartment complex, right?"

Walking into the elevator, Chen Cheng looked at Qiao Jingjing, who was wearing a bucket hat, a mask, and sunglasses, and teased her with a mischievous smirk.

In reality, even Chen Cheng was wearing a black mask and a baseball cap.

Qiao Jingjing panicked instantly, her hand gripping Chen Cheng's arm tighter.

She muttered softly, "They shouldn't be, right?"

She was terrified of attracting attention, even though there were only the two of them in the elevator.

"Hahahaha~" Chen Cheng couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

"Ahhh~"

"You did that to scare me on purpose!"

"I'm not talking to you anymore~"

"Hmph~"

Qiao Jingjing let go of Chen Cheng's arm and turned her head away, pretending to be angry.

Chen Cheng laughed a couple more times before stopping, reaching out to wrap his arm around Qiao Jingjing's waist, and whispered an apology in her ear: "Alright, I was wrong."

"Hmph~" Qiao Jingjing blinked her beautiful eyes and gave a coquettish huff. "Considering you bought me flowers, I'll forgive you for now."

"For now?"

"Obviously," Qiao Jingjing said, lifting her chin haughtily.

Chen Cheng smiled happily.

When it comes to dating, others might lose that sense of novelty, but Chen Cheng absolutely wouldn't.

The two of them got into Chen Cheng's car from the underground garage.

Qiao Jingjing's studio car was also in the garage.

The two cars left the garage one after the other, separated by two minutes.

It was entirely for caution's sake, as Qiao Jingjing had specifically called her driver to provide cover for her.

Chen Cheng was driving, and Qiao Jingjing sat in the passenger seat.

In the morning, after Eleven dropped off Chen Cheng, she had been sent home by Chen Cheng to retrieve the car.

Right now, Chen Cheng was driving a black Audi S8.

He had bought it the last time the security team updated their vehicles.

It was known as the "boss's getaway car," with a focus on being low-profile.

It was perfect for dates with Qiao Jingjing.

"Do you need navigation?" Qiao Jingjing asked Chen Cheng after buckling her seatbelt and taking off her sunglasses and mask.

Chen Cheng nodded with a smile, "Yeah, you do it. I don't know where it is either."

Qiao Jingjing pouted cutely and reached out to fiddle with the car's navigation system.

They hadn't been driving long when Chen Cheng noticed a milk tea shop by the side of the road and suddenly asked, "Jingjing, do you want some milk tea?"

Qiao Jingjing glanced at the passing shop, swallowed, and immediately shook her head like a rattle, "No!"

Chen Cheng watched her little swallowing gesture and chuckled helplessly. He still found a spot and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Qiao Jingjing was a bit confused, "Why are you stopping here?"

"Wait in the car for a moment, I'll be right back." Saying this, Chen Cheng unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

"Hey, where are you going..." Qiao Jingjing was about to get out of the car to follow him when she suddenly remembered she wasn't wearing her mask.

She turned to look for it and happened to see Chen Cheng running toward the milk tea shop they had just passed in the rearview mirror.

"Blockhead actually wised up," Qiao Jingjing murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

She didn't think about following him anymore, put on her mask, and watched Chen Cheng's figure with a beaming smile.

Not long after, Chen Cheng returned carrying two cups of milk tea with trendy, Chinese-style packaging.

"You pick one, you can just give me the rest."

Qiao Jingjing's eyes were full of smiles, "It's okay, we can swap and drink them."

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow. That was true. They had already hugged and kissed several times; what was the big deal about sharing milk tea?

Chen Cheng shrugged and started the car, continuing to drive toward the offline venue for today's competition.

Qiao Jingjing inserted two straws into the two cups of milk tea.

She took a sip, and her eyes lit up, "Mmm, this is delicious. It's not too sweet and has a nice tea aroma."

"Here, you try it too," she said, holding the cup she had just sipped from up to Chen Cheng's lips.

Chen Cheng lowered his head slightly and took a sip. He nodded, "It really is good!"

Qiao Jingjing tasted the other cup, which was also delicious.

"This 'Song of Boya' is also very good, you should try it."

"No wonder our studio friends love ordering from this place."

Chen Cheng smiled; this seemed to be Chagee's first smash hit.

After a few sips, they were both a bit full, so they put down the milk tea, and Qiao Jingjing started exploring the music app on the car's console.

"There's a singer named Chen Jianan who's been really popular lately. Netizens all say he's the president of the Resignation Association. Did you know that?" Qiao Jingjing murmured while picking a song.

Uh...

Chen Cheng couldn't hold it in; the boomerang had come back to him again.

His mouth twitched, "What's that?"

"What?" Qiao Jingjing turned her head to look at him suspiciously.

"Actually, I am Chen Jianan."

"What?" Now it was Qiao Jingjing's turn to be dumbfounded.

Chen Cheng laughed awkwardly, "Those songs were just something I wrote when I went to karaoke with my little sister. I found that the popular songs on the market were really unbearable to listen to, so I wrote a few."

"You just wrote a few?" Qiao Jingjing's eyes widened, her voice rising to a high pitch.

You dominated half the charts, and you say 'just'? Is that appropriate? Her voice rose even higher, "Is it?"

Even with Chen Cheng's thick skin, he still blushed, "I was just messing around."

"Just messing around?"

Qiao Jingjing was amused to the point of laughing; are you here just to discourage me?

Qiao Jingjing downed three sips of iced milk tea before catching her breath.

Suddenly, she looked suspiciously at Chen Cheng, who was driving, "You don't have any other skills I don't know about, do you?"

Uh... Chen Cheng's mouth twitched. If I said it all, I'm afraid I'd scare you, right?

Chen Cheng waved his hand, "Not important, not important."

"Hmph~" Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, Qiao Jingjing huffed and didn't press the issue further.

She blinked her eyes, "Then sing me a song."

"..."

Chen Cheng turned to look at Qiao Jingjing and saw her with her arms crossed, looking at him with puffed-up cheeks.

Chen Cheng's mouth twitched as he thought about what song would be appropriate. His eyes darted, and he had an idea.

"Ahem~" He cleared his throat, gathered his emotions, and started singing:

[Will you remember tomorrow]

[The diary you wrote yesterday]

[Will you still care about tomorrow]

[The you who used to cry the most]

...

Three minutes later, the song "The Classmate Beside You," written and composed by Gao Xiaosong and sung by Lao Lang, was finished.

Qiao Jingjing didn't seem moved; instead, she looked at Chen Cheng with suspicion.

"What do you mean 'the letter I wrote to you'?"

"When did you ever write me a letter?"

"Uh..." Chen Cheng's mouth twitched. You really were listening carefully.

Chen Cheng thought for a moment, blinked at her, and said, "Is it possible that creativity requires imagination?"

"Uh..." Qiao Jingjing was speechless, "Fine, I'll let it slide."

After she finished speaking, she glared fiercely at Chen Cheng, looking like she would make him pay if he didn't answer well, "And what about 'I will also have my wife'?"

Damn it, Chen Cheng suddenly regretted it. He should have just said this song was written by someone called Gao Xiaosong.

Maybe he shouldn't have sung this song at all.

Smacking his lips, Chen Cheng decided to just brazen it out, "Still imagination."

He spread his hands, "I didn't expect that we would meet again either."

"Hmph~" Qiao Jingjing huffed lightly, not very satisfied with this answer.