The Perfect Male God Xu Mo

Xu Mo was driving his flashy green Ferrari, with An Youyi in the passenger seat.

He headed to the location provided by Director Liu.

As for reading the script,

Xu Mo only skimmed the first few pages before losing interest.

It wasn’t that the story wasn’t engaging.

Come on.

He was going there to get humiliated by Lin Fan.

Not to actually compete for a role.

Why bother reading so much?

Was he really going to act?

With an excited heart and trembling hands,

Xu Mo parked his green Ferrari in front of a luxurious apartment building in an upscale neighborhood.

This area was prime real estate,

home to well-known blue-collar and white-collar professionals.

Even the wealthy lived here,

though they weren’t as rich as Xu Mo,

who could casually buy high-end villas and top-tier mansions.

Xu Mo and An Youyi walked over.

Outside, four burly men in black suits stood guard, along with security personnel.

Among them,

a strikingly beautiful, slightly mature woman stood at the entrance, looking around as if waiting for someone.

When she saw Xu Mo and An Youyi approaching,

she was momentarily stunned,

unable to believe her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t mistaken,

then her eyes lit up like titanium alloy as she hurried over.

“You… you’re Xu Mo, right?”

Xu Mo gave her a curious look and teased,

“Seems like my charm isn’t enough if there are still people who don’t recognize me.”

The woman shook her head like a rattle-drum.

“No, no, you’ve misunderstood.

It’s just that you’re a hundred times more handsome in person than in photos or videos.”

Those online photos and videos

were from before,

back when Xu Mo hadn’t yet exploited the system to boost his charm.

Though he was already quite handsome back then,

now he was on a whole different level.

“And you are?” Xu Mo smiled.

Seeing his smile,

so radiant and handsome,

the woman’s heart nearly melted.

“I’m the assistant director for this film, Song Yixue. I’m here to escort you in.”

With that, Song Yixue led them inside.

Since she was a familiar face,

the guards and security personnel let them pass without question.

Xu Mo muttered to himself, “Song Yixue? Sounds like ‘first blood’ in Chinese.”

Song Yixue overheard and blushed,

playfully scolding,

“Young Master Xu, you’re so naughty~”

Xu Mo awkwardly laughed it off, figuring if he didn’t feel awkward, the awkwardness would fall on someone else.

As they walked, Song Yixue chatted with Xu Mo,

completely ignoring An Youyi, who clearly looked like a bodyguard or assistant.

Given Xu Mo’s status,

it didn’t matter how many people he brought along.

Song Yixue and Director Liu could easily choose to turn a blind eye.

“Young Master Xu, do you work out?”

“You seem so muscular, so manly.”

“I’ve seen plenty of good-looking young actors in the industry, but none of them can hold a candle to you. They’re not even in the same league.”

“I feel like you could knock them out with one punch.”

Song Yixue, who was usually quiet,

couldn’t help but babble on after meeting Xu Mo.

Her words came from the heart.

Xu Mo’s looks, physique, and aura made him the epitome of a perfect male idol.

What’s more, he had an innate elegance,

something that couldn’t be mimicked by those overnight celebrities.

He had grown up in elite circles,

unlike those who suddenly rose to fame and then tried to polish their image.

They only cared about appearances, not substance.

“Haha… Miss Song, you’re too kind. Mind if I call you Sister Song?”

Xu Mo asked.

In his previous life,

they had filmed in a different location,

and he hadn’t met Song Yixue.

This time was different,

but for Xu Mo, it didn’t matter where they were.

The “Crooked-Mouth Dragon King” would definitely show up.

“Oh my…”

Song Yixue suddenly stopped in her tracks, letting out a soft, seductive moan.

Xu Mo was taken aback.

He turned to look at her,

only to see her face flushed with embarrassment as she explained,

“Young Master Xu, calling me ‘Sister Song’ just made my legs go weak.”

She batted her eyelashes, sending flirtatious glances his way.

Her words were genuine.

Sometimes, being too handsome could literally make someone weak in the knees,

and Xu Mo was living proof of that.

Xu Mo was dumbfounded.

When had his charm become so overwhelming?

It hadn’t, right?

The female leads still treated him the same,

showing no signs of being smitten.

Wait…

Actually, they had.

But Xu Mo was wary of their intentions,

suspecting they might have ulterior motives.

So, in essence, he hadn’t fully processed it.

On the other hand,

Xu Mo believed he wasn’t that attractive to the female leads.

They were stunning beauties,

and he knew his limits.

But Song Yixue, with her looks and figure,

fell into the category of first-tier beauties.

Could his looks and voice really make her swoon?

Xu Mo wasn’t buying it.

So, in his deep, magnetic voice, he said,

“Sister Song, you’re exaggerating, aren’t you?”

“I know my status is special, but you don’t have to act like this.”

“I’m serious. Let’s just interact as ordinary friends, okay?”

Every time Xu Mo called her “Sister Song,”

Song Yixue’s body trembled slightly,

even producing a few drops of… something.

Xu Mo’s expression grew even more puzzled.

Just as he was about to say more,

Song Yixue’s delicate hand reached out and covered his mouth,

stopping him from speaking further.

At the same time,

An Youyi also moved to intervene,

but Xu Mo waved her off,

allowing Song Yixue to keep her hand over his mouth.

Song Yixue’s face was flushed, her eyes hazy, as if she were slightly drunk.

“Little brother… oh, I mean, Young Master Xu, I’m sorry. I can’t seem to speak properly.”

“Please don’t call me ‘Sister Song’ for now. Let me calm down.”

Seeing Xu Mo nod,

Song Yixue withdrew her hand.

She glanced at her palm,

feeling the warmth but finding nothing left behind.

A hint of disappointment flickered in her eyes,

which Xu Mo didn’t miss.

Xu Mo was utterly shocked.

What kind of bizarre film set had he walked into?

He was here to get humiliated—no, wait,

to be humiliated by someone else.

Not to join some strange production.

A chill ran down Xu Mo’s spine.

He glanced at the “Female Dragon King” beside him,

feeling somewhat reassured.

Thankfully, she was like a persistent shadow,

always sticking close.

Until Lin Fan made his next move,

the Female Dragon King would protect him due to her role.

Xu Mo’s safety was somewhat guaranteed.

But then a thought struck him.

What if the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King decided to go all out?

Would An Youyi betray him and tie him up?

At this thought,

Xu Mo swallowed hard,

praying silently that it wouldn’t happen.

As his mind wandered,

they entered the elevator.