Not Much, Just a Little Bit

Xu Mo's smile faded. "Then just call me Xu Mo."

He had a feeling that if things continued this way, trouble was inevitable.

So before anything could go wrong—

He needed to reduce the impossible to the absolutely impossible.

Otherwise, when things really did spiral out of control—

That would be a real headache.

But even taking a step back—

The current situation—

Xu Mo couldn’t make sense of it.

After all, there was no telling when that damn system might suddenly stab him in the back.

Now *that* would be truly heartbreaking.

Lin An'an's gaze held a trace of resentment as she looked at Xu Mo, her tone laced with a hint of provocation.

"Oh? Where’s all that courage from earlier? Why not keep insisting?"

Her cheeks flushed pink again, and she added in a voice barely above a whisper—

"Who knows… if you pushed a little harder, I… I might’ve actually agreed?"

Xu Mo had sharp hearing.

And that nearly gave him a heart attack.

*You* might agree—

But *I* sure wouldn’t.

Let’s talk about it later, *much* later.

With a smile, he smoothly steered the conversation away.

All he wanted was to live the rest of his life in peace.

As for everything else—

They could figure it out slowly.

"Aren’t you going to invite me to tour your office?"

"Mm. Follow me."

Lin An'an reined in her emotions and walked ahead in her high heels.

Her outward calm was a facade—

Her heart was still racing.

Meanwhile—

Her assistant had already released *"Letting Go."*

Well, to the highest bidder, of course.

As the first platform to publish it—

They’d offered a price the assistant couldn’t refuse.

It hadn’t been *that* high at first—

But then the assistant casually mentioned—

That the wildly popular *"Guangzhou Love Story"* was also from Anxing Media.

The executive on the other end was stunned—

And immediately doubled the offer!!!

The implication was crystal clear.

They hadn’t verified *"Letting Go"*’s quality yet—

But Lin An'an’s reputation as a diva was undeniable.

That was an indisputable fact.

And then there was *"Guangzhou Love Story."*

Multiple major music labels were fighting over its creator.

This one was no exception.

Now they were hitting two birds with one stone!!!

Double the payoff, double the gain.

Holy *crap*!!!!

Who would say no to such a golden opportunity?

Sure, it was expensive—

But the returns would more than make up for it.

Hell, they might even make a killing.

Nobody was stupid.

Only a fool would pass up easy money.

Sometimes, boldness—

Was the deciding factor between success and failure.

And clearly—

This major label had gambled right.

Soon after—

Using the viral *"Guangzhou Love Story"* as a lead-in—

They introduced Lin An'an’s *"Letting Go."*

With massive existing hype—

And Lin An'an’s own star power—

The combination of two heavyweight trends—

Instantly left competitors in the dust.

Meanwhile—

Some poor singer who’d splurged on promo for his new single tonight was currently *sobbing* in the bathroom!!!

Was life *fair* to him?!

Just yesterday, he’d been ready to drop his track—

After thorough research into the industry.

The intel he’d gathered—

Sure, others were releasing music too—

But none were on his level.

They couldn’t steal his spotlight.

In other words—they couldn’t outshine him.

He’d even waited a bit longer—

To confirm the coast was clear.

Even consulted a fortune teller—

For the most auspicious timing.

But who could’ve predicted—

Before he could even drop it at midnight—

*"Guangzhou Love Story"* would come out of *nowhere* and wreck his plans.

No idea who the artist was—

No one stepped forward to claim it.

Wang gritted his teeth and endured.

And today—

He’d timed it perfectly and finally released it.

No more waiting.

But barely ten minutes after his song went live—

Lin An'an’s *"Letting Go"* dropped.

And *all* the traffic rushed *there.*

Not just that—

*"Guangzhou Love Story"* was *also* from Lin An'an’s camp!!!!

"*What the hell?!* Can’t catch a damn break—what did I *do* to deserve this?!" Wang groaned, on the verge of tears.

*Hijacked again!!!!*

Another two or three hours passed—

And *"Letting Go"* exploded across the internet.

Its emotional resonance was *strong.*

Easy to sing along to—

With top-tier lyrics—it’d be weird if it *didn’t* blow up.

"Have dinner with me tonight. My treat!" Lin An'an couldn’t suppress her grin.

This meal—

She was *determined* to make happen.

But Xu Mo politely declined. "Next time."

Lunch was one thing—he could skip the usual with *her.*

But come dinnertime—

He *had* to go back.

Lin An'an’s brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes.

"Then… I won’t keep you."

She understood Xu Mo’s situation.

But the more she understood—

The more it stung.

Not long after—

*Buzz————*

Xu Mo’s phone rang.

He glanced at the screen.

It was *her.*

Without hesitation, he answered.

"Mm. What do you want for dinner tonight? ——??? You’re not coming back? Made plans to eat out with a friend? Got it. Oh? Staying over at their place too? Sure, sure—it’s been a while since you’ve seen them, being abroad and all. Have fun."

He hung up.

Lin An'an blinked, then suddenly cut in—

"Your wife isn’t coming home tonight?"

She’d overheard.

The office had great soundproofing—

But the acoustics were *also* top-notch.

Xu Mo chuckled. "Yeah."

"Then have dinner with me!"

Lin An'an’s voice brimmed with hope.

A stunning beauty—

Repeatedly inviting him—

And he’d kept turning her down.

This time, Xu Mo didn’t feel like refusing again.

"Alright."

If *she* wasn’t home, what was the point of going back?

To slave away?

There were still *three mouths* to feed.

Xu Mo didn’t have that kind of free time.

Cooking was a *hobby*—

Not a *job.*

He wasn’t some kitchen appliance!!!

Lin An'an’s face lit up—*finally,* he’d agreed. Maybe it was the excitement—

Because the next second—

She blurted out something slightly awkward.

"You… know how to cook?"

Xu Mo lifted his eyes to meet hers.

They stared at each other in silence.

At first, Lin An'an felt a little uneasy—

But soon—

She lost herself in it.

Xu Mo’s eyes were bright, clear—

With an inexplicable magnetism.

One careless moment—

And you’d fall right in.

Xu Mo, too, was momentarily dazed.

A superstar female lead—

Naturally carried an aura.

Being in the spotlight was one thing—

But her looks and figure?

*Absolutely* unmatched.

She was a bona fide A-lister.

"I know a *little.*"

"Huh?"

"Not much. Just a *little.*"