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Chapter 103. Don't boyfriends and girlfriends bring their ID cards when they go on a date?

In a villa in Jiangcheng.

Cai Yanyan sat alone on the sofa in the living room, with a tablet in front of her playing a replay of Chen Mo's online interview.

That sound—

As Cai Yanyan listened, she subconsciously sat up straight, her brows furrowing slightly.

She felt the voice was familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

She suddenly remembered it after the other person started singing.

Isn't that Chen Mo's voice?

To verify her suspicions, Cai Yanyan quickly picked up her phone, opened Douyin (TikTok), and found the video of Chen Mo singing that had gone viral in her favorites.

As the guitar began to play, Chen Mo's slightly magnetic voice flowed from the speaker.

She closed her eyes and carefully compared them.

The audio from the live stream and the audio from the video —

Voice timbre, intonation, and pronunciation habits —

so similar.

Cai Yanyan opened her eyes, a strange light flashing in them.

She recalled even more details.

The author, who writes under the pen name "Spicy Tofu Pudding," said in an interview that he is from Jiangcheng.

Chen Mo is the same.

He also knew Su Xiao, a platinum-level female author, and they had a good relationship.

Just half a month ago, Su Xiao also recommended this book, "The Immortal Clan in the Mortal World," on Weibo's trending topics.

The various clues, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, gradually pieced together in Cai Yanyan's mind a conjecture that made her heart race.

This "Spicy Tofu Pudding" —

Could it really be Chen Mo?

Thinking of this, Cai Yanyan decisively called Chen Mo.

The call was answered quickly.

"Feed?"

Chen Mo's voice came through the receiver; the background was somewhat noisy, as if he were outdoors.

"Chen Mo, it's me."

Cai Yanyan tried to sound relaxed and natural, and asked with a smile, "Are you free tonight? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

"tonight?"

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then replied, "What is it? —"

"Yes, I have something important to tell you."

"Alright."

Chen Mo finally agreed and asked, "What about the location and time?"

"Then let's go to 'Time' at 7:30."

Cai Yanyan quickly gave the restaurant's name and said, "I'll make a reservation."

At the same time, at the technology company where Lin Wei worked.

Most employees were chatting in small groups in the rest area during their work breaks.

This company has a strong programmer culture; during breaks, people either play online games, read novels, or discuss online literature.

Today's hot topic is naturally "The Immortal Clan in the Mortal World," which just broke the record for the highest number of first-day subscriptions across the entire internet.

"Holy crap, did you guys see today's trending topics? 11.3 first-day subscriptions! Breaking the site's all-time record!"

A male colleague wearing black-rimmed glasses held up his phone, his voice filled with amazement.

"I saw it, the forum posts exploded this morning."

A programmer wearing a plaid shirt chimed in, saying, "These numbers are terrifying. The record for the Xianxia (fantasy/martial arts) category over the past three years is only 7.98, and he's surpassed that by almost half."

"The key point is that this author is still a newcomer."

Another colleague came over and exclaimed, "I heard it's not some big shot's pseudonym, just a local from Jiangcheng."

"A Jiangcheng native?"

Someone nearby raised an eyebrow and said, "Maybe we'll have a chance to meet sometime in the future."

"You're overthinking it. How could someone of that level possibly meet an ordinary office worker like us?"

Lin Wei walked over from her workstation with a water cup in her hand. Listening to her colleagues' discussion, she couldn't help but laugh and ask, "Is this book really that good?"

"It's more than just beautiful!"

The male colleague with black-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses and said seriously, "Lin Wei, you're a girl, so you probably don't watch male-oriented fantasy novels much, which is why you don't know how good they are."

"right."

The plaid shirt's programmer added, "And do you know what it means to have over 10 initial orders?"

Lin Wei shook her head and said, "I'm not quite sure."

"Let me put it this way—"

Her male colleague explained to her, counting on his fingers, "According to Yuewen's subscription revenue sharing, if the first subscription is over 10, and if the platform doesn't collapse, the monthly royalties will start at least in the hundreds of thousands."

If managed well and copyright development keeps pace, the combined profits from film, animation, and game adaptation rights can easily reach tens of millions a year.

"So many?" Lin Wei was somewhat surprised.

"The key point is that I heard writing novels is just a hobby for him, and this is his first time writing a book."

The man in the plaid shirt said enviously, "It's true that comparisons are odious. We code 996 every day and only make around ten thousand yuan a month."

"They can write whatever they want in a month and earn what we do in several years."

Lin Wei: "That's really impressive."

"Oh, right, Lin Wei—"

A male colleague asked curiously, "Your boyfriend seems to be around our age. Does he like reading novels? If he does, he'll definitely know this book. You can just ask him."

Lin Wei thought for a moment: "He seems to read novels when he has nothing to do, but I don't know what kind of novels he reads."

"Then why don't you go back and ask him?"

My male colleague joked, "What if it was your boyfriend who secretly wrote it behind your back?"

"Forehead----"

Lin smiled but didn't reply.

How could that be?

Although Chen Mo is intelligent, writing novels, which requires long-term accumulation and talent, is not an easy task.

Besides, he seems to be trading stocks lately, so he doesn't have that much energy.

Just then, a female colleague came over and asked with a smile, "Lin Wei, can I ride in your car after get off work? I'm going to your place today, and it's on my way."

"I don't think that will work; I need to pick up my friend."

Lin Wei politely declined, saying, "We've already arranged to have dinner together tonight."

Actually, she didn't want other women to ride in Chen Mo's car.

"Oh, it's nothing."

The female colleague said awkwardly, "I hope you have a pleasant date."

"Thanks."

Meanwhile, Chen Mo had already arrived at the restaurant.

"Time in Time" is a newly opened French-themed restaurant in Jiangcheng.

Its decor leans towards a retro industrial style, with a small stage in the center of the hall and a black grand piano.

The stage was empty at that moment, and soft classical music flowed from the speakers.

Cai Yanyan has arrived.

Today she wore a sexy champagne-colored halter dress, her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders, and her makeup was exquisite.

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"You're here?"

Cai Yanyan looked up at him, her eyes filled with a smile, and said, "Sit."

Chen Mo sat down opposite her, and the waiter quickly brought the menu.

"Tell me, what important thing did you ask me to meet you here about?"

Cai Yanyan flipped through the menu and said, "Does it count as having you celebrate my birthday with me?"

"Is today really your birthday?"

Chen Mo was a little surprised and said, "I didn't bring you a birthday present."

Why would I lie to you?

Cai Yanyan looked up and smiled, "But I'm not the kind of person who needs someone to celebrate my birthday with me. I just wanted to find an excuse to invite you to dinner."

"————" Chen Mo.

After ordering, Cai Yanyan picked up her water glass, took a sip, and casually asked, "What have you been busy with lately? I haven't seen you for several days."

"fuss."

Chen Mo replied dismissively, "Why are you concerned about this?"

"No, just asking."

At that moment, a commotion suddenly broke out in the restaurant.

The two of them turned to look at the same time.

A young man in a suit, holding roses, walked onto the stage and sat down at the piano.

The lights dimmed instantly, and a spotlight shone on him.

The man took a deep breath, his fingers fell on the piano keys, and a soothing and affectionate melody began to play—Richard Clayderman's "Wedding in a Dream."

The restaurant fell silent as everyone turned to look at the stage.

As the piano music played, a girl in a white dress stepped out from the corner, her eyes red-rimmed, looking happily at the man on the stage.

As the man knelt on one knee, took out a ring box from his pocket, and, under the gaze and blessings of the crowd, completed his marriage proposal.

Chen Mo looked away and saw Cai Yanyan resting her chin on her hand, her eyes sparkling as she watched the two people embracing on the stage.

He laughed and said, "What, you like this kind of formalism too?"

"Hmm, this man is so romantic."

Cai Yanyan turned to look at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and asked, "If it were you, would you propose to your girlfriend in public like this?"

"We'll see."

Chen Mo thought for a moment and replied, "If my girlfriend likes this kind of thing, I can."

19

"Hahaha."

Cai Yanyan chuckled and said, "Don't play too badly and your girlfriend will just turn around and leave."

"Who do you think you are?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow and said, "I think I played pretty well, no worse than the person on stage."

He wasn't bragging.

The [Musical Instrument Proficiency] skill, which was a system reward last time, allowed him to master the playing techniques of all mainstream musical instruments.

Moreover, with the system upgrade, this skill has been improved from beginner to intermediate level.

Now, not only can he perform "Wedding in a Dream," but he can also play more complex classical pieces with ease.

"You're just bragging."

Cai Yanyan clearly didn't believe her and said, "Unless you go up there and play a piece for me right now."

"I'm not going."

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "You're not my girlfriend."

"But today is my birthday."

Cai Yanyan's eyes darted around, then she suddenly put on a serious expression: "Can't you grant me this birthday wish?"

"I always feel like you're lying to me."

Chen Mo said, "I need to see your ID card!"

"real."

Cai Yanyan retorted, "Besides, who carries their ID card with them when going on a date?"

Chen Mo: "Don't boyfriends and girlfriends bring their ID cards when they go on dates?"

"How about this, you go up and play a song."

Cai Yanyan thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I can waive a year's rent."

"You said it yourself."

Chen Mo stood up, loosened his shirt sleeves, and walked towards the piano.

",you----"

Cai Yanyan stared at his retreating figure, momentarily stunned.

She thought the two were just chatting and joking around.

Who knew Chen Mo would actually go up there?

On stage, the couple who had successfully proposed had already embraced and left the stage.

The restaurant manager was tidying up the equipment when he saw Chen Mo approaching. He asked with a puzzled look, "Sir, what brings you here—"

"Excuse me, today is my friend's birthday."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Can I borrow the piano for a moment? I'd like to play a piece for her."

"sure."

"Thanks."

Chen Mo sat down at the piano.

His calm face was reflected in the black piano lid.

He raised his hand, his slender fingers hovering a few centimeters above the piano keys, pausing for two seconds.

Then it fell.

The moment the first note sounded, Cai Yanyan held her breath.

It is "Autumn Whispers".

While both are compositions by Richard Clayderman, "Autumn Whispers" has a more complex melody and richer emotional layers compared to "Wedding in a Dream."

It requires the performer to have precise control over dynamics, rhythm, and emotion.

And Chen Mo did it.

His fingers danced lightly across the keys, each note full and clear.

The melody is sometimes soothing like the warm autumn sun, sometimes tender like a whispered murmur, and sometimes stirring like leaves falling in the wind.

The restaurant fell completely silent.

The guests who had been talking in hushed tones stopped what they were doing and looked toward the stage in unison. Even the waiters walked quietly, afraid of disturbing the beautiful music.

Cai Yanyan stared blankly at Chen Mo.

The stage spotlight shone on him, outlining the profile of his focused face.

His eyes were slightly lowered, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath them, and the way his fingers moved across the black and white piano keys was as practiced as if he had done it a thousand times.

But----

How come Chen Mo can play the piano?

And you play it so well?

Cai Yanyan suddenly remembered that Shen Qingyue had mentioned before that Chen Mo came from an ordinary family and studied engineering in college.

Logically speaking, he had no opportunity to systematically learn the piano.

Not to mention this level of professional-grade performance.

Unless he is a genius.

Amidst my chaotic thoughts, the piano piece was already coming to an end.

As the last few notes faded, Chen Mo withdrew his hand and gently exhaled.

After a brief silence, the restaurant erupted in even more enthusiastic applause than before.

"It sounds so good!"

"One more song!"

"Handsome guy, are you a professional pianist?"

Several young girls even dared to approach the stage, blushing, and ask, "Um—can I add you on WeChat?"

Just as Chen Mo was about to speak, Cai Yanyan walked over quickly and naturally took his arm.

"sorry."

She smiled politely, but her tone carried an undeniable air of assertion as she said, "He has a girlfriend."

'

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The girls walked away disappointed.

Chen Mo glanced at Cai Yanyan, said nothing, and let her lead him off the stage.

After returning to her seat, Cai Yanyan finally let go of her hand, picked up her water glass, and took a big gulp, trying to calm her racing heart.

"you----"

She stared at Chen Mo, asking curiously, "When did you learn to play the piano?"

"I learned it haphazardly when I was in college."

Chen Mo casually replied, "But it's been a long time since I've played, so I'm a bit rusty."

"Handsheng?"

Cai Yanyan laughed in exasperation and said, "You call this 'clumsy'? You can't play that piece, 'Autumn Whispers,' without at least ten or eight years of experience, okay?"

Chen Mo shrugged: "Maybe I'm more talented."

"What about writing novels?"

Cai Yanyan stared at him for several seconds, then suddenly asked, "Chen Mo, tell me honestly, are you a spicy tofu pudding?"

"

Chen Mo looked up, meeting Cai Yanyan's gaze, and calmly asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"sound."

Cai Yanyan said, enunciating each word clearly, "The voice in today's live stream is almost exactly the same as yours."

And since you all live in Jiangcheng, I think that so many coincidences coming together is no coincidence.

""

Chen Mo never expected that he would be recognized because of his voice.

However, he did not intend to deliberately hide it from those around him; he simply did not want to be exposed to the public eye.

Then he laughed and frankly admitted, "Yes, it's me."

Although Cai Yanyan was mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but gasp when she heard him admit it himself.

"It really is you—"

"Um."

"That 'The Immortal Clan in the Mortal Realm' —"

"I wrote it."

Cai Yanyan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found herself at a loss for words.

She looked at him with a complicated expression.

There was shock, confusion, and a hint of something else—an emotion that was hard to describe.

She suddenly remembered what Shen Qingyue had said before.

"Actually, I can't see through Chen Mo."

Now she understands.

A key technical staff member who was promoted several times in two months and was valued and promoted by Shen Qingyue.

An antique enthusiast who can easily make 1.5 million yuan by reselling antiques.

An author who can casually write a novel that breaks first-order records.

A music enthusiast who practices piano casually and yet plays better than a professional performer —

Having so many identities on one person makes it truly difficult to understand them.

"So you asked me to dinner today."

Chen Mo asked with a smile, "So, it's just to verify this?"

"Um."

"That's strange to me too."

Chen Mo asked疑惑地问道, "How did you find out about this book? Why did you watch this live stream? Do you read male-oriented novels in your spare time?"

"Why not?

Cai Yanyan snapped out of her daze and smiled, "I just didn't expect that the novel I've been following lately was written by you."

Chen Mo: "————"

The two chatted as they ate, and the conversation naturally revolved around "The Immortal Clan in the Mortal World".

As a loyal reader, Cai Yanyan knows the plot and characters like the back of her hand, and her questions are always to the point.

Chen Mo rarely encountered someone with whom he could have an in-depth conversation about his story, so he naturally enjoyed the chat immensely.

At 8:40, dinner was nearing its end.

Cai Yanyan wiped her mouth and suddenly said, "By the way, I kept my promise to waive your rent for a year. Starting next month, you won't have to pay rent."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Really free?"

"It's really free."

Cai Yanyan said with a sly look in her eyes, "However, there is a small condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"Every time you finish writing, I want to see your drafts first."

"Okay, deal."

Chen Mo chuckled and said, "But could you tell me what your readers' names are?"

"I won't tell you; it's a secret."

Chen Mo: "

After they finished eating, they came out of the restaurant and went for a walk, heading to the riverbank to enjoy the night view.

Suddenly, Chen Mo said to her, "Wait for me a moment, I have something to take care of."

Where are you going?

Cai Yanyan turned her head and laughed, "You're not thinking of abandoning me and running away quietly, are you?"

"No, I just need to use the restroom."

Chen Mo asked, "Do you want to come with me? I don't mind."

"roll!"

Cai Yanyan laughed and said, "Aren't you disgusting?"

A moment later.

When Cai Yanyan saw Chen Mo return, he was carrying a small cake.

"Didn't you go to the restroom?"

She asked in disbelief, "They sell this kind of thing in the toilet?"

"That's none of your business."

Chen Mo walked over, stuck a candle in it, handed it to her, and said, "Just make do with this and make a wish."

'

Looking into his sincere eyes, Cai Yanyan couldn't help but ask, "Brother Chen Mo, you're suddenly being so nice to me, you don't really want to sleep with me, do you?"

"Sleep with your sister!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo rolled his eyes and said, "Are you going to eat it or not? If not, I'll eat it myself."

"I'll eat it."

Cai Yanyan smiled and accepted it, saying, "This is the first time a man has celebrated my birthday like this. I'm very touched."

"I just think that on your birthday, you should eat a birthday cake."

Chen Mo pulled out the candles and casually said, "I used to just make do like this for my birthday after working overtime at night."

Cai Yanyan:

What's wrong with me? I suddenly feel sorry for this man!