Xu Mo was exasperated.
Xu Mo had predicted this beginning.
But he hadn't foreseen this ending.
Later, the Heavenly Queen Lin flew into a rage out of humiliation.
How dare Xu Mo question her character?
Was she the kind of woman who wouldn’t keep her word?
Was she the kind of woman who would throw away her dignity just to indulge in a few dishes?
Was she that kind of greedy little pig?
No!!!
She was not!!!
Over the years, Heavenly Queen Lin had traveled all across the country.
Was there any delicacy she hadn’t tasted?
Had she not sampled the dishes of renowned chefs?
She, Heavenly Queen Lin, the award-winning actress Lin An'an, would never be enslaved!!!!
--------------Unless she couldn’t resist, with free food and lodging, and dishes that were absolute heavenly perfection.
In the end.
After tasting and retasting.
After "sampling" the dishes over and over again.
Before Xu Mo even came out.
Lin An'an had polished off two whole plates.
And still looked unsatisfied.
In the end, she couldn’t escape the shackles of the "True Fragrance" law.
What was even more shameless was that.
While eating.
She kept muttering to herself in self-justification.
This wasn’t her stealing food.
This was her taste-testing.
Helping to check the flavors in advance.
If it turned out awful.
They could still order takeout later.
Everything was still salvageable.
Then, she couldn’t stop herself.
After finishing one plate.
She flew into a rage out of humiliation.
Decided to go all out.
And declared.
"Xu Mo, you weren’t wrong—I *am* that kind of woman. I *am* exactly the kind of woman you described!"
By the end.
Lin An'an’s guilt had completely evaporated.
Xu Mo’s lips twitched, but he didn’t say anything.
"Time to eat."
If Xu Mo didn’t bring it up.
That was even better.
Heavenly Queen Lin certainly wasn’t foolish enough to mention it herself.
And this time.
After Xu Mo announced the meal.
Lin An'an went even more wild.
Though her dining manners were elegant and poised.
Though she looked beautiful while eating.
Xu Mo still felt something was off.
Finally, he noticed an undeniable fact!
Lin An'an was eating several times faster than a normal person!
"Slow down… No one’s competing with— *cough* I mean, just eat slower."
"Oh."
"That king prawn is mine, don’t touch it. I’ve been cooking all this time and barely had any."
"Oh."
"(⇀‸↼‶) Didn’t I say not to touch it? Why are you still going for it?"
"Oh."
"……"
Xu Mo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Then he shut his mouth.
Moving fast.
Was the real way to win.
Talking was useless.
Action was what mattered.
If he didn’t act.
Lin An'an really would finish everything.
Xu Mo had learned his lesson.
No more pointless arguments.
Because arguing was meaningless.
A waste of breath.
Soon.
The entire table of delicious dishes had been wiped clean.
Like a storm sweeping through.
The two sat back in their chairs.
Heavenly Queen Lin gazed at her slightly rounded belly, her face filled with contentment.
Xu Mo hadn’t gotten much of the dishes.
But at least he’d filled up on rice.
Right now, both of them were in a state of pure satisfaction.
Entered the sage-like mode of supreme wisdom.
Oh, oh, oh—what was that phrase again?
"A full stomach leads to ( ) desires."
But that phrase didn’t quite fit here.
At the very least.
They’d have to wait until…
Until----------------
They digested?
"Xu Mo, did you know? Your song 'Letting Go' is blowing up online. About the royalties we agreed on—I want to change it to a 70-30 split. I’ll take 30."
Heavenly Queen Lin looked at Xu Mo as she spoke.
This meal alone.
Was worth giving up that 20%.
Hmph.
A man who could cook, compose, and sing so well?
Fine.
Those 20%.
Consider it this young lady’s reward.
Be grateful for my boundless generosity.
Xu Mo shook his head. "We said 50-50, so it’s 50-50."
The song’s success.
Was expected.
Xu Mo didn’t show much surprise.
"Then… can we keep working together?"
Heavenly Queen Lin sat up straight.
Nervously watching Xu Mo.
Two hit songs could make a lot of money.
And bring free fame.
But that wasn’t the point.
The point was—what if Xu Mo stopped composing?
If he stopped.
How would she, Lin An'an, find excuses to invite him over?
If he stopped.
Where would she get a reason to hold private celebration dinners for just the two of them?
If he stopped.
Who would support her staff?
Her Mercedes…
Oh, never mind that last part.
Because she didn’t even own a Mercedes.
Her staff could support themselves.
Xu Mo smiled. "Sure. But haven’t I already given you two hits?"
One shouldn’t be too greedy.
One shouldn’t compare too much.
Heavenly Queen Lin understood these principles.
But if she didn’t act fast.
What if Xu Mo went home?
Xu Mo pointed at the battlefield on the table. "Cleanup’s on you."
"Don’t leave yet!" Heavenly Queen Lin suddenly blurted out.
The two were on completely different wavelengths.
Xu Mo processed her words. "Why would I go back now? I was just going to sit in the living room and digest. Unless you don’t—"
"I’d love to!"
Lin An'an’s eyes burned with intensity.
Xu Mo felt the atmosphere grow a little strange.
So he stood and headed for the living room.
"Then I’ll leave this to you."
"'Tis but this humble one’s duty~"
Xu Mo shuddered.
Nearly breaking out in goosebumps.
Lin An'an was doing this on purpose. Absolutely on purpose.
That voice just now—soft, delicate—
It was like something straight out of a historical drama.
Let’s not forget.
Lin An'an was an award-winning actress.
She’d done period pieces before.
If she really wanted to play the ancient noble lady act.
She could destroy a man.
Modern meets historical, huh?
Xu Mo quickened his steps, muttering to himself: "City folks sure know how to play!"
Watching Xu Mo flee.
Heavenly Queen Lin burst into laughter.
But the smile didn’t last long.
Soon, her face fell again.
"How can I make him stay?"
"Lin An'an, if you miss this chance, it’ll be hard to get another!"
"So lost!!! So lost……"
"What… what should I do?"
Her thoughts heavy, Lin An'an noticed her phone lighting up.
Someone had messaged her.
Earlier, during dinner.
And with Xu Mo here.
Lin An'an hadn’t wanted any disturbances.
So she’d set her phone to silent.
Lin An'an picked it up to check.
And her body stiffened.
As if something ( )
*Ahem*—no, nothing happened.
"What the—why is *she* messaging me?"
Heavenly Queen Lin stammered.
Memories of being dominated by a certain someone came flooding back.
Her heart pounded.
Mixed with indescribable emotions.
How to put it?
It’s just… well…
Thrilling?
The sender.
Was none other than—
Zhou Qiaoqiao!!!
Three messages in total.
Lin An'an gulped, her fingers trembling as she unlocked the screen.
Opened WeChat.
The three messages read:
*You there, Lin-mei?*
*My husband’s at your place tonight, right?*
*Mhm, it’s already started, huh? Well, good luck~*
Those three short lines.
Turned Heavenly Queen Lin’s face beet red.
Her cheeks burned.
So... so... Zhou Qiaoqiao knew everything all along.
Turns out I was the clown this whole time?
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