In a softly lit private room of a café in Magic City.
"I truly didn’t expect the song you sang to blow up like this."
"Honestly, your singing voice is incredibly captivating—even my peers couldn’t help but praise it. And then there’s the song itself."
"You’re right. This melody is perfect for the masses, especially with its easily relatable lyrics."
Lin An'an looked at Xu Mo, speaking each word deliberately.
"And?" Xu Mo took a sip of coffee, smiling as he asked.
Lin An'an blinked, then her expression shifted, her tone tinged with apology.
"I owe you an apology for my outburst yesterday. You were right—this song really did take off."
Xu Mo shook his head. "You know that’s not what I’m referring to..."
Lin An'an froze in confusion.
Then she saw Xu Mo raise one hand slightly while lowering the other, mimicking a little kitten.
Lin An'an jolted awake to the memory, her eyelids twitching involuntarily.
Earlier that morning, her assistant had sent her yet another exhilarating update.
"Guangzhou Love Story" had stormed the charts on every major music platform.
Not only that—it had skyrocketed to the top of the most-used BGM list on short-video platforms!
Though the song was written, sung, and even the background music was all Xu Mo’s doing, Lin An'an couldn’t help but feel overjoyed.
It was as if this hit song belonged to her.
Pride leads to a fall—and that’s exactly what happened to the reigning diva in this moment.
After all, Lin An'an had completely forgotten about her little "kitten calling him 'daddy'" incident.
Her cheeks burned as she pleaded softly, "Can’t you ask for something else? I’ll agree to anything..."
"No." Xu Mo’s reply was crisp and final, his smile unwavering.
Lin An'an bit her red lip.
She was a bona fide queen of music and film!!!
When had she ever resorted to acting cute to win fans’ adoration?
She had always crushed it with pure talent.
Her image was that of the "unattainable A-list goddess!"
And now?
Xu Mo wanted her to play cute.
Sure, as an actress, she could pull it off effortlessly.
But the indignation burned inside her!!!!
Especially doing it in front of Xu Mo!!!
The sheer embarrassment was unbearable.
No, no—next time, definitely next time.
Watching Lin An'an hesitate, torn between words and pride, Xu Mo’s smile faded. He grabbed his jacket, making a show of leaving.
"If Miss Lin can’t keep her word, I suppose there’s nothing left for us to discuss."
Writing songs for her had just been a way to kill time.
He wasn’t trying to win her over.
Please.
Xu Mo already had his femme fatale at home.
Sure, lately she hadn’t let him touch her.
And Xu Mo had respected that.
But that silly woman of his wasn’t exactly behaving either.
Though every time afterward,
she’d turn into a whimpering mess—living proof of "all bark, no bite."
The femme fatale handled it better.
But back to the matter at hand.
"Wait—I’ll do it, I’ll do it...!" Lin An'an’s voice suddenly pitched higher.
Xu Mo paused, glancing back at her with an amused smirk.
"Sure? No pressure."
Lin An'an stared at him, suspicion dawning.
"You weren’t actually leaving just now?"
"You’re the one who wouldn’t honor the bet. My fault?"
Xu Mo shrugged and turned toward the door—this time for real.
Lin An'an abandoned all restraint, grabbing his arm.
"Fine, fine!!! I’ll honor it, I’ll honor it!!"
Xu Mo really had been about to leave.
It took Lin An'an considerable effort to coax him back.
Their current position was...
a little too intimate.
If anyone saw them,
their jaws would hit the floor.
But if the femme fatale found out, she’d probably just nod in approval.
"Well done!!! That’s my man."
Xu Mo settled back onto the sofa,
ready to enjoy the show.
This was a performance Lin An'an’s fans and admirers
would never get to see in their lifetimes.
Only Xu Mo had that privilege.
Lin An'an stood there, taking a deep breath, her cheeks flushing pink.
Mimicking Xu Mo’s earlier pose,
she raised one hand in a tiny fist, the other slightly lowered,
and let out an adorable meow—
"Miao~ meow~"
(＞^ω^＜)
Lin An'an was a singer by trade.
A diva, no less.
Her voice alone was mesmerizing enough.
This kitten impression?
It could melt bones to jelly.
Xu Mo’s body gave a slight shudder.
But he recovered quickly.
After all, Xu Mo wasn’t an ordinary man.
The femme fatale at home even outclassed Lin An'an—the female lead—in aura.
Looks-wise, they were evenly matched.
But when it came to presence,
the femme fatale was in a league of her own.
Locked and loaded.
"What... what are you laughing at?" Lin An'an’s face burned hotter under Xu Mo’s grin.
Her heart swelled with even more unbearable shame.
Xu Mo paused, "I wasn't laughing."
"You liar, you totally were!"
"Not even allowed to smile?"
"No!"
"Alright, fine. I’ll stop."
Xu Mo wiped the smile off his face, turning serious in an instant.
Like a stern, no-nonsense father.
Watching his daughter awkwardly dance and meow like a cat.
Let’s not forget.
Xu Mo was a man with the acting chops of an award-winning performer.
Changing expressions?
For him.
It was as easy as eating or drinking.
Just as Lin An'an had managed to steady her emotions—
The moment her eyes landed on Xu Mo’s expression,
She nearly lost it completely!!!!
"I didn’t mean for you to look like that!!!!"
He was doing it on purpose!!!
Absolutely on purpose!!!
This jerk just wanted to see her flustered.
To satisfy his own twisted, disgusting amusement!!!
The more Lin An'an thought about it, the more convinced she became.
She’d guessed the beginning.
But not the ending.
The ending was Xu Mo finally stopping his teasing.
His expression returned to normal—
No smile, no disdainful "disappointed father" look.
Now.
Lin An'an was left speechless.
With no excuses left to hide behind.
Finally, under immense mental and emotional pressure,
She managed to choke out, "D... Dad..."
Even if her voice was barely a whisper.
She’d still said it.
Her face burned like fire.
Wasn’t she an actress?
Why was this so hard?
First, Xu Mo was her peer—
In fact, he might even be slightly younger than her.
Second.
In her acting roles,
The actors playing her father were always
Old men in their seventies or eighties.
Or at least in their fifties or sixties.
You know, the kind who looked older than they were.
But Xu Mo?
Xu Mo was just... that kind of vibe.
Leaving Lin An'an equal parts mortified, furious, and helpless.
Life is unfair, and she was suffering!!!!
Xu Mo nodded approvingly, then lazily dug a finger into his ear, looking utterly shameless.
"Not bad, not bad."
"Too bad I didn’t hear a single word."
"Miss Lin, have you lost the strength to speak?"
Lin An'an: ?????
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
