The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

"Zheng—"

A crisp and remarkably clear guitar chord suddenly rang out amidst the sound of the waves.

Zhou Yuxuan, holding his million-dollar custom-made Martin guitar, sat in the most central position by the campfire.

He slightly raised his chin, his gaze passing over the flickering firelight, filled with undisguised provocation and contempt, fixed directly on Lin Mo, who was sitting on the outermost edge.

More precisely, he was looking at the pink peach that Lin Mo was about to peel.

The production team was extremely perceptive and immediately raised their megaphones to create a frenzied atmosphere.

"Dear guests! Now that you've had your fill of food and drink, it's time for our traditional program at the Heartbeat House!"

"The unplugged music salon by the sea is now officially starting!"

As soon as the director finished speaking, the lighting technicians on set immediately began to work with exceptional professionalism.

A beam of extremely soft, warm orange light, as if it had a built-in beauty filter, shone precisely on Zhou Yuxuan.

Zhou Yuxuan changed into a chunky knit cardigan with a relaxed, artistic vibe, the neckline slightly open.

The sea breeze gently ruffled his meticulously styled hair, and the warm light accentuated his perfect jawline.

At this moment, he seemed like a melancholy prince born for this stage.

"This song was the title track from my previous platinum record."

Zhou Yuxuan leaned slightly closer to the standing microphone, his voice deep and hoarse, conveying a strong sense of emotion.

His gaze once again passed over the campfire, landing precisely on the aloof and stunningly beautiful figure sitting beside Lin Mo.

"On this beautiful night, I want to dedicate this to a special girl who is here."

The moment this highly suggestive statement was uttered, the 80 million fans in the live stream instantly exploded like a powder keg!

[Ahhh! My brother is so charming! Who can resist that deep voice!]

Who is he looking at?! Who is he looking at?! Is he looking at Miss Jiang?! I'm shipping this top-tier wealthy family couple now!

[This is so romantic! This is what a dating reality show should be like! That country bumpkin who only knows how to grill sausages should just get off the screen!]

Zhao Kuo and Lin Chacha applauded wildly in perfect unison.

Lin Chacha even made an exaggerated expression, clutching her chest as if she was about to faint from being so handsome, stealing the spotlight.

"Zheng—"

Zhou Yuxuan's long, slender, and fair fingers gently plucked the strings, and an extremely gorgeous and technically impressive guitar intro poured out like flowing water.

Then, he closed his eyes slightly and began to sing with deep emotion.

To be fair, Zhou Yuxuan's singing skills are indeed excellent.

With clear high notes and extremely smooth transitions, he performed this chart-topping love song with great nuance and depth.

He tried to use his most prized and dominant talents.

We'll get back the face and dignity we lost at the BBQ, with interest!

however.

In the farthest corner of the beach where the lights don't reach.

The art style, however, took an extremely bizarre turn, veering into another completely unrelated dimension, one brimming with the warmth of everyday life.

Lin Mo sank deep into the large beach chair like a boneless mollusk.

He didn't even bother to glance at the top celebrity in the distance who was exuding charm.

"What the hell is that yelling and screaming about in the middle of the night...?"

Lin Mo mentally grumbled in annoyance, his signature dead fish eyes drooping.

To him, Zhou Yuxuan's soaring high notes sounded like the barking of a rutting dog from Old Zhang's house at the village entrance.

All he wanted to do now was quickly feed the young lady next to him who was staring at him like a hungry kitten.

Then I can put on my earplugs and go to sleep comfortably by the sea.

At this moment, the entire attention of this max-level expert was focused on a small object in his hand.

It was an extremely cheap folding fruit knife that I bought during the day at a small shop at the entrance of a village on the island for 9.9 yuan including shipping.

In Lin Mo's large, rough hands.

Lying on the ground is a ripe, pink peach, also bought from the market.

Lin Mo slightly turned his wrist, and the 9.9 yuan fruit knife spun beautifully on his fingertips with remarkable dexterity.

The blade gently touched the peach's fuzzy, paper-thin skin.

A fully ripe peach has an extremely delicate skin that breaks at the slightest touch.

Lin Mo's movements were slow and leisurely, extremely lazy, yet they possessed an incredibly terrifying precision and control.

The blade moved with exceptionally smooth motion across the surface of the fruit flesh.

The thin pink skin was peeled away layer by layer, revealing the plump, translucent flesh inside, which was white with a hint of pink.

As the peel was completely removed, abundant juice gushed out instantly.

The extremely sweet and rich peach aroma even overpowered the saltiness of the sea breeze and the smoke from the campfire in a small area.

The sweet, thick juice slid down the blade.

Drop by drop, it dripped onto Lin Mo's long, strong, and well-defined fingers.

In the dim moonlight, those hands, soaked in juice, gleamed with an alluring, watery sheen.

There was no deliberate showing off of skills, no flashy spotlights.

But Lin Mo's focused gaze on the peaches and his hands that moved with such ease over them were captivating.

Yet he exudes an irresistible, captivating, and utterly irresistible aura of a perfect husband.

Jiang Ruoyun, sitting next to him, was completely stunned.

In the distance, Zhou Yuxuan's soulful high notes, soaring to a High C, had automatically been reduced to meaningless background noise in her ears.

This is the daughter of Beijing's richest man, who is usually cold and aloof to any man and only wears haute couture.

She was resting her chin on her hands, looking like a silly girl completely absorbed in her gaze.

Her gaze was fixed on Lin Mo's long, beautiful hands.

Watching the thick, sweet peach juice slide down the faintly protruding veins on the back of his hand, little by little, onto his rough fingertips.

Then it drips onto the sand below.

Jiang Ruoyun felt her throat was inexplicably dry and tight.

In my mind, the scene by the red brick stove kept replaying uncontrollably.

The scene of Lin Mo using his calloused thumb to forcefully wipe away the white mayonnaise from her lips, and then gently rubbing it between his fingers.

With a "boom".

Jiang Ruoyun's cheeks suddenly burned, and her breathing became rapid and disordered.

The music grew louder and louder, but her soul was completely focused on those dripping hands.

"Gulp."

Just as this deeply romantic love song is about to reach its final climax.

Jiang Ruoyun swallowed a mouthful of saliva with extreme ferocity.

Lin Mo paused slightly as he peeled the fruit.

He turned his head, his eyelids drooping, and looked at the woman beside him whose eyes seemed to be glued to his hands.

"Promising."

Lin Mo shook his head with amusement, his hoarse and lazy voice carrying a hint of extreme indulgence that even he himself didn't realize.

He didn't hand her the whole peach, afraid that the abundant juice would soil her extremely expensive haute couture dress.

Lin Mo flicked his wrist slightly.

With remarkable precision, the knife tip sliced ​​off the very top of the peach, the sweetest and softest piece of flesh.

Then, he picked up the meat, knife and all, and brought it directly to Jiang Ruoyun's rosy, slightly parted lips.

"Stop looking."

Lin Mo lowered his voice, his tone languid, as if he were teasing a proud Persian cat.

"My mouth is watering, Miss."

Jiang Ruoyun had no intention of refuting his teasing.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes instantly lit up dramatically, and she was so well-behaved that it was unbelievable.

"Awoo."

She leaned forward slightly, showing none of the reserve one would expect from a socialite.

Using the tip of that cheap 9.9 yuan fruit knife, he picked up the juicy peach and popped it into his mouth in one bite.

The intense sweetness explodes instantly in your mouth.

The flesh is soft and melts in your mouth, bursting with juice, so sweet that you can't help but squint your eyes.

Jiang Ruoyun puffed out her cheeks with satisfaction and chewed voraciously.

She even stuck out her pink tongue and licked the sweet juice that remained on her lips with great enjoyment.

He let out a very subtle, yet satisfying sigh.

The feeding gesture between the two was extremely natural, extremely exclusive, and resembled that of an old married couple.

In the dimly lit corner, there was an atmosphere so intimate that no one else could possibly intrude.

And just then...

Beside the campfire in the distance.

Zhou Yuxuan's fingers swept across the strings with a sudden burst, and the last, extremely gorgeous and deeply affectionate vibrato lingered in the night sky for a long time.

The song ended.

Zhou Yuxuan maintained that slightly bowed, extremely melancholic posture while playing and singing, waiting for his emotions to settle.

He is waiting.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

The live stream was flooded with adoration and praise.

More importantly, he was waiting for the adoring gaze of the daughter of Beijing's top tycoon, who was deeply moved by his song.

Zhao Kuo and Lin Chacha were very quick to respond and immediately burst into extremely enthusiastic applause and cheers.

"It's so good! Brother Yuxuan, this is absolutely god-level live performance! I'm going to cry!" Lin Chacha screamed.

Zhou Yuxuan's lips curled into an extremely satisfied smile, as if victory was already in his grasp.

He slowly raised his head, and with extreme confidence, cast his gaze in the direction where Jiang Ruoyun had been sitting.

However, the next second.

His perfect smile froze and shattered as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head.

The girl he thought would be moved to tears and come over to talk to him.

He wasn't even looking at him!

He wasn't even given a perfunctory glance!

At the edge of the leaping flames.

Jiang Ruoyun was happily chewing her food, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the ordinary man in shorts next to her.

And that bastard named Lin Mo was holding a worn-out fruit knife.

His hands were covered in sticky peach juice as he focused intently on cutting off a second piece of fruit to feed her.

The scene was so jarring that Zhou Yuxuan felt as if his eyes were bleeding.

The viewers in the live stream also keenly noticed this extremely comical and contrasting scene.

[Hahahaha! Help! The top star is going all out in front, while the young lady is just eating like crazy behind!]

[Zhou Yuxuan: You're throwing flirtatious glances at a blind man! I've sung until my throat is practically hoarse, could you at least turn around and look at me once?!]

[Lin Shen: Music? What music? Is it as sweet as this 9.9 yuan peach with free shipping in my hand?]

[The contrast is incredible! Zhou Yuxuan's meticulously prepared romance is utterly rendered meaningless by Lin Shen's married-manly demeanor!]

An extremely violent sense of humiliation, mixed with uncontrollable jealousy, instantly shattered Zhou Yuxuan's rational defenses.

He, a top Asian celebrity, was reduced to a mere background figure in the face of a country bumpkin's feeding!

Zhou Yuxuan's smile faltered.

His chest heaved violently as he forcefully suppressed the rage that was about to erupt.

He stopped stroking the guitar and casually placed the million-dollar Martin guitar on his lap.

Zhou Yuxuan's gaze, like a cold, venomous snake, slowly swept across the crowd.

In the end, the focus was fixed on Lin Mo's long, beautiful hands holding the fruit knife.

A cold, malicious smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth.

He's preparing to pull off a sophisticated "open conspiracy."