Queen Lin's villa was well-equipped with all sorts of musical instruments.
After all, she was a professional musician and artist.
The room on the top floor was spacious.
Further ahead was a sunlit balcony.
That was the general layout.
As for the interior decor, it had a unique flair.
An artist truly lived up to the title.
Being inside it—
One felt a spiritual and physical elevation, a sense of indulgence!
The sensation was incredibly subtle.
Anyone in a bad mood—just stepping inside—would instantly feel better.
Xu Mo sat on a stool.
A stack of A4 paper was already prepared for jotting down inspiration, and he picked up a ballpoint pen.
First, he glanced at Queen Lin, who was standing dumbfounded by the door.
"Should I just write freely, or do you have any specific requests?"
Lin An'an snapped out of it and walked in, her high heels clicking as she chuckled helplessly. "You’re really going to write something?"
The high heels were freshly changed.
These were the kind meant for wearing at home.
Not the ones she’d worn outside before.
Yes, house slippers—high-heeled ones!
Xu Mo lifted his eyes to look at her and shrugged. "My old man cut off my allowance. I need to find a way to make some money, or with my monthly expenses, I might starve on the streets."
Not that he’d actually starve.
Queen Lin burst out laughing and rolled her eyes. "Why don’t you just ask your wife for money?"
Tonight, Lin An'an was being particularly—cheeky!
"I don’t like living off others," Xu Mo shook his head.
Queen Lin was about to respond when Xu Mo added that his "tyrant wife" wouldn’t help him anyway. So Queen Lin waved her hand grandly.
"What your tyrant wife won’t handle, I will! What she can’t manage, I’ll take care of! Your daily expenses? Sis has got you covered!"
But then Xu Mo added, "Of course, home is one thing—outside, I don’t mind freeloading a bit."
Queen Lin laughed again, utterly baffled by Xu Mo’s antics.
Hmm, she’d changed her shoes.
And her entire outfit too.
Under the soft lighting, Queen Lin wore a black lace evening dress.
The V-neckline revealed fair skin, creating a striking contrast against the dark fabric.
Elegance never goes out of style.
And this elegance was laced with sensuality—perfectly complementary.
Xu Mo found it odd that she’d changed into this.
Queen Lin’s explanation? "It helps me get in the zone."
So Xu Mo let it slide.
Maybe it was just one of those quirky artistic habits.
"Xu Mo, would you consider freeloading off me~?" Queen Lin batted her eyelashes, her tone deliberately sweet and coquettish.
She was a menace!
Clearly, she’d never faced the wrath of the Great Heavenly Dragon!
Xu Mo chose not to engage and steered the conversation back.
"Ahem… Let’s talk about the song instead."
"How boring," Queen Lin muttered under her breath.
Then she said, "No specific requirements. I can sing any genre."
A versatile, genius queen.
Of course—
On one hand, Lin An'an was undeniably talented.
On the other, there was Xu Mo himself.
He’d already composed two hit songs before.
One of them, "Let Go," had been written under Queen Lin’s strict demands.
Yet, in the end, Xu Mo had won her over with his skill.
This time, though—
Lin An'an didn’t want to make things difficult.
Even if it wasn’t a mega-hit, something moderately popular would still be profitable.
If she didn’t need it herself, the artists under her label could always use the opportunity.
Xu Mo nodded in understanding and began scribbling away.
Queen Lin’s curiosity got the better of her. She tiptoed closer, careful not to disturb him.
"You’ll slow me down. Go sit and wait over there."
Xu Mo didn’t even look up.
Queen Lin froze, stunned.
Am I really that much of a distraction to you?
So if you’re slow—wait, no—if your speed is affected, it’s my fault?
Ugh, men!!!
Pouting, Queen Lin obediently retreated to the side.
Though annoyed, she knew better than to interrupt the creative process.
While Xu Mo worked on the song, she needed to strategize.
The song was just seasoning—Xu Mo himself was the main course.
As the great philosopher Lu once said:
To mold yourself into someone’s shape,
You must first have that someone.
In simpler terms—it’s like saying "I’m eating" vs. "I am currently in the process of eating."
The only difference is word count.
(Insert doge meme here.)
Queen Lin alternated between watching Xu Mo’s focused expression and pondering her next move.
Eventually, she stopped thinking altogether.
Her attention shifted entirely to his face.
Half an hour slipped by unnoticed.
Queen Lin remained completely oblivious—
Until Xu Mo stood before her, holding the finished song.
"Hey."
Queen Lin finally snapped out of her daze.
"Y-you finished it already?"
Xu Mo handed her the A4 paper. "Done."
Lin An'an took it, scanning the contents with curiosity.
"Why did it take so long this time? You're usually much faster."
Xu Mo's lips twitched violently.
He suspected Queen Lin was making a veiled jab at him.
But he had no concrete evidence to accuse her.
Damn this woman.
Her questions were always so pointed!
So instead of entertaining her remark, Xu Mo turned away to pour himself some water.
"Take your time reading. I’m getting some water."
In truth, he didn’t need to say anything.
At that very moment, Queen Lin was already absorbed in the song.
Lin An'an’s chest rose and fell slightly as her eyes remained glued to the paper.
The song was titled *Meditation on Life*—its theme centered on environmental protection, celebrating harmony between humanity and nature.
As a heavyweight in the industry, Lin An'an instantly recognized the song’s extraordinary quality.
Especially the marked melodies.
Hearing the rooster, one rises to dance.
Hearing the tune, one begins to sing.
In that fleeting moment, her mind was filled with nothing but Xu Mo’s essence!
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close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
