Chu Yueyue thought for a while, then glanced at the song lyrics in her hand.
Her focus was on the notes scribbled on them.
Since Lin An'an had asked her to guess,
it was almost certainly someone they knew.
Even if not personally acquainted,
they must have crossed paths at some point.
Otherwise, Lin An'an wouldn’t have posed the question.
Chu Yueyue initially raised an eyebrow.
Someone who could sing, compose, and handle rap and dance—
a complete package.
And likely a young man around Lin An'an’s age.
In other words, a total heartthrob.
Chu Yueyue knew Lin An'an well.
Even if the person had exceptional songwriting talent,
if the age gap was too wide,
or if they weren’t attractive enough,
Lin An'an would rather pass than settle.
A handsome figure immediately flashed through Chu Yueyue’s mind.
But because she knew better,
she quickly dismissed Xu Mo—
he didn’t seem the type to have a knack for composing.
After racking her brain a little longer,
Chu Yueyue had a guess, but it felt too unbelievable.
"Did you figure it out?" Lin An'an asked with a smile.
Chu Yueyue shook her head sheepishly. "No."
If she guessed right,
Lin An'an wouldn’t mind.
But if she was wrong,
Lin An'an might just snap.
Better to stay silent than risk it.
"Oh well, then I won’t tell you. Keep guessing till you get it," Lin An'an shrugged, her delicate shoulders lifting slightly.
Chu Yueyue gave her a look that said, Boss, you’re cheating.
But then it hit her—Lin An'an’s hints had been pretty obvious.
Gritting her teeth, Chu Yueyue took the plunge.
"Could it be... Xu Mo?"
Watching her assistant’s timid expression,
Lin An'an burst into laughter, her smile radiant—
more captivating than usual, carrying a rare charm.
"See? You got it right. Even if you were wrong, I wouldn’t have blamed you."
Chu Yueyue’s lips twitched.
Yeah, right. If I’d guessed wrong, you’d have hated me forever.
But that thought was quickly drowned out by sheer shock.
Because—because the person who’d effortlessly written a dozen hit songs was actually Xu Mo!!!
Had Lin An'an not confirmed it herself,
Chu Yueyue would’ve never believed it.
And this was coming from someone who knew
Lin An'an would never joke about something like this.
For an average person,
the idea of Xu Mo composing music would be downright laughable.
Chu Yueyue was still reeling when Lin An'an, unfazed,
waited for her to recover before giving instructions.
"I’ve already annotated the melodies for these songs on my laptop. Go arrange the personnel."
Chu Yueyue nodded, shelving her curiosity for now.
Work came first.
Meanwhile, elsewhere—
As night fell,
at Magic City International Airport,
a stunning figure wheeled a small suitcase toward the exit.
Beauty,
no matter where,
always drew attention.
Magnetic by default.
But her aura was so intimidating
that no one dared approach her.
Unbothered, An Youyi
stepped out of the airport doors.
She scanned the area but saw no sign of Xu Mo.
Pulling out her phone, she dialed his number.
The call connected shortly after.
"Where are you?"
Her tone was as calm as ever,
but Xu Mo, on the other end,
caught the faintest flicker of something else.
Had he not trained in ancient martial arts,
he might’ve missed it entirely.
"Already here," Xu Mo chuckled, giving her his location.
An Youyi cut through the crowd,
ignoring the taxi drivers offering rides,
until she reached a modest million-dollar sports car.
Modest because,
in this lot full of luxury vehicles,
it didn’t stand out.
Parked in a secluded spot,
under the cover of darkness,
it barely drew any notice.
Why had Xu Mo chosen this spot and this car?
Well, because...
"Welcome back. Hop in—"
Xu Mo flashed her a grin,
but before he could finish,
An Youyi slid into the car and cut him off.
He’d expected this,
but reality still hit hard.
Time blurred.
Only when a honk sounded behind them
did An Youyi finally release him.
To an outsider,
the honk was a nuisance.
But to Xu Mo,
it was a lifesaver.
Holy—
His lips were numb.
Thankfully,
An Youyi’s luggage was just a small suitcase,
tossed carelessly into the backseat.
Xu Mo drove the Dragon Queen away from the airport.
"Had dinner yet? If not, what do you feel like eating?"
he asked casually while steering.
Wham!
Just like that—
An Youyi answered with action.
Xu Mo’s eyelid twitched violently.
So... she’d rather eat me?
Luckily, Xu Mo was a seasoned driver—
and no, that’s not a metaphor.
We’re talking literal decades of experience.
(Yes, you read that right. Previous lives included.
Technically, he’d been driving since the womb.
No flaws in that logic, right?)
The car moved smoothly.
Kids, don’t try this at home.
Safety first.
Drive responsibly,
or your family will weep.
Wait—did something just fly past my face?
Xu Mo took An Youyi out for dinner instead of heading home.
First, it was past mealtime,
and he wasn’t in the mood to play chef.
Second, eating out was simpler.
Going home meant facing Xu Fuqiang’s scolding.
Better to delay the inevitable.
The old man had already threatened to cut him off financially.
Xu Mo had just received the text—
his bank card was frozen.
A tragic blow.
The old man’s blind.
This Xu family isn’t worth staying in.
Who needs the inheritance anyway?
Xu Mo wouldn’t starve without the Xu fortune.
If his parents wanted to leave everything to Xu Shi,
he’d be the first to cheer.
After all, in their past life,
Xu Shi had done so much for him—
even cared for their parents in his stead.
She deserved every penny.
Huh?
Not blood-related? So what?
That’s not how this works.
Some lines couldn’t be crossed.
Xu Mo had his principles.
One was one, two was two.
You pay for the bowls you eat.
After dinner,
An Youyi brought up the Dragon King Hall affairs.
She summarized the events in a few sentences.
Though brief,
the implications were massive.
The harrowing details were omitted,
but the outcome spoke volumes.
Xu Mo held his breath,
relieved she’d made it through.
"Thank you."
"Really grateful?"
"Really—cough—Youyi, we’re still eating—hiss—"
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Moshi moshi, there’s more.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
iving with nine beautiful women. [Ding! Welcome back to the Joyous Sect, Host…] Lin Yu: ??? I’m clearly in a shared rental, but you’re saying I’m in the Joyous Sect? Watering plants is now [Tending to Spiritual Flora]? Cooking becomes [Researching Elixirs]? Making the bed turns into [Setting Up Formations]? A gentle and innocent auntie, twin classmates, a mysterious hacker girl on leave, a severely socially anxious artist, an elementary school Chinese teacher, a community hospital nurse, a pet shop owner, an antique clock restorer… This system… is kinda interesting.
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!"
