The Dragon Queen Returns to Her Homeland

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.