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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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!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
] [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!"
