The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

After three days of rest that felt like being in paradise, the Heartbeat House finally welcomed back its long-awaited liveliness.

During this period, Lin Mo truly brought out the full potential of the word "salted fish".

He sleeps until the sun is high in the sky every day, then sits in the rocking chair in the yard, holding his worn-out thermos, enjoying the sea breeze, finding even turning over a difficult task.

If it weren't for the fact that every day at mealtimes, Jiang Ruoyun would sit next to him with an empty bowl, just like a kitten waiting to be fed.

He didn't even want to step over the kitchen threshold.

The fatigue from surviving on a desert island has been completely washed away, replaced by the immense joy of about to clock out and regain freedom.

However, good times are always fleeting.

In the early morning, the bright sunlight had just pierced through the thin mist over the island.

The director's energetic voice echoed from the lobby of the Heartbeat House.

Good morning, distinguished guests!

The director, beaming with excitement, stood in the center of the living room, holding a megaphone and looking radiant.

"Today is the second-to-last day of this season's dating reality show, and also our most important segment—the ultimate double date!"

Upon hearing this, the guests, who were still sleepy, immediately perked up.

Lin Mo leaned lazily against the corner of the sofa, his eyelids drooping listlessly.

He was secretly planning how to get by so he could pack his bags and head back to his hometown to harvest the autumn wheat.

The director paused, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, before loudly announcing the rules.

"The destination for this date is Haishan Ancient Temple, and the production team will not provide any transportation."

"From here to the summit, all guests must arrange their own transportation; the means are... unrestricted!"

These words immediately sparked a murmur among the people in the hall.

Find your own transportation? In this desolate wilderness, are we supposed to walk up the mountain?

Just as everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment, a deafening roar of an engine suddenly came from outside the door.

"Boom—buzzing!"

The voice was deep and wild, like a raging steel behemoth, instantly shattering the tranquility of the morning.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a stylish Ferrari convertible sports car with a dazzling red paint job.

It came to a steady stop at the entrance of Building A with a very arrogant drift.

A man dressed in a bespoke casual suit and wearing limited-edition sunglasses stepped out of the carriage.

It was Zhao Kuo, who had just been carried away on a stretcher in a sorry state a couple of days ago.

Having endured the brutal beating on the deserted island, Zhao Kuo knew perfectly well that he could never compete with Lin Mo in this lifetime, let alone break up the two of them.

But he couldn't swallow his anger.

In order to salvage the last shred of the ridiculous dignity that belongs to capitalists in front of the entire online audience, he really went all out last night.

There isn't even a decent taxi on this undeveloped, dilapidated island, let alone a supercar.

Zhao Kuoying used his family's financial resources to charter a heavy cargo helicopter overnight.

They painstakingly transported his prized car, which he used to show off, from a supercar club inland, hundreds of nautical miles away.

He knew he was a clown destined to lose, but he still wanted to be the most expensive one.

He braced himself against the car door with one hand, forcing himself to maintain an arrogant posture, his gaze sweeping across the hall.

After a brief silence, the live stream chat exploded with a barrage of comments.

[Holy crap? Did the stretcher-bearer god of war perform a medical miracle today? He's working again?]

[Just two days ago he was rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth, and today he's driving a Ferrari. You have to admire the capitalists' ability to recover.]

Wait, where did this Ferrari come from on the island? Was it shipped over overnight?

[It was definitely air-freighted! The shipping cost for this cup alone would probably be enough to buy a new car.]

[As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's everyone else who's embarrassed. With that kind of mental fortitude, it's a shame she's not in comedy.]

Faced with Zhao Kuo's blatant display of wealth, the other female guests did indeed show a hint of envy in their eyes.

However, when the camera slowly panned and cut to the dilapidated courtyard of Building C.

However, the art style underwent a hilarious and unexpected change.

It lacks a roaring V8 engine and the glitz and glamour of a luxury car.

Yes, but it was just a sickening metallic scraping sound.

"Crunch... crunch..."

Lin Mo was wearing his ever-present loose-fitting sun-protective clothing, with a pair of drab gray shorts on his lower body and flip-flops on his feet.

He was squatting in the corner of the yard.

Holding an old brush covered in grease, in front of him was an old bicycle that had been dug out of some junkyard.

It was a genuine, vintage "28-inch" motorcycle.

The handlebars were covered in mottled rust, and the black crossbeams had long lost their original paint color.

The large leather seat cushion in the back was worn so badly that the edges were white, revealing the yellow sponge inside.

This was his mode of transportation, which he obtained from the village chief of the neighboring village by exchanging a bowl of his own specially made lard noodles for a walk last night.

At this moment, the "God of Lin," who is worshipped by the entire internet, is slowly and methodically applying oil to the dry chain.

He was focused, as if he were handling not a pile of scrap metal, but a rare treasure.

[Hahaha! Help! Lin Shen has started his rural poverty alleviation journey again!]

[What the hell?! Lin Mo, are you going on a date or collecting junk?!]

[Rome is next door, but Lin Shen's is like a cow or a horse! This jarring contrast in style is giving me goosebumps.]

Zhao Kuo naturally saw Lin Mo in the courtyard as well.

He took off his sunglasses and walked somewhat angrily to the junction of the two buildings.

Looking at the dilapidated bicycle, Zhao Kuoming knew that Jiang Ruoyun's eyes were now filled with Lin Mo, but he couldn't help but want to say a few sarcastic remarks.

He tried to use the wealth of money to mask the emptiness and powerlessness in his heart.

"Hey, Lin Mo, busy fixing junk?"

He deliberately raised his voice to embolden himself.

"You're really planning to let Ruoyun ride this pile of junk that's about to fall apart on her date? Even if I lose to you, you can't be this awful!"

He pointed to the Ferrari behind him, gleaming in the sunlight, his tone tinged with sour envy.

"What's the use of a man who can't even afford a decent car, if he's only good at wilderness survival?"

"Ruoyun is a wealthy young lady; isn't she afraid of getting her skirt dirty riding in your beat-up car?"

Lin Mo didn't even lift an eyelid in the face of Zhao Kuo's bluffing taunts.

He carefully wiped the engine oil off his hands with a tattered rag, a hint of pity flashing in the depths of his eyes as if he were looking at a fool.

Is this nouveau riche out of his mind?

Lin Mo sneered inwardly.

He had already found out the exact route from the island to the mountaintop temple during his stroll last night.

That wasn't a smooth asphalt road at all, but a gravel road riddled with craters from years of neglect.

Those terrible roads are so bad that even a regular family car would bottom out, let alone a Ferrari sports car with its chassis almost touching the ground.

Zhao Kuo driving this pampered convertible supercar to climb mountains is like an old man eating poison—he's tired of living.

Even if the road conditions were perfect, Lin Mo would never choose a sports car.

The passenger seat in the sports car is an individually wrapped racing seat, separated by a large center armrest.

Even if two people are having a very congenial conversation, there is still a physical barrier between them, so there is no chance for them to have any physical contact.

In contrast, this seemingly dilapidated old-fashioned motorcycle...

This was the most powerful "chick-getter" in the 70s and 80s.

Once you sit in that back seat without a backrest, you'll be jolted and bumped along with the car's swaying and jolting.

To maintain her balance, the girl had no choice but to hold tightly to the waist of the cyclist in front of her.

This is the ultimate romance that truly bridges the gap and creates a top-notch pure love atmosphere.

Lin Mo stood up and casually tossed the rag into the bucket next to him.

He held the handlebars with one hand, his long, slender fingers casually patting the leather seat cushion he had wiped clean.

Then, he turned his head, his deep gaze passing over Zhao Kuo and landing precisely on Jiang Ruoyun on the steps.

Jiang Ruoyun is stunningly beautiful today.

She shed her usual aloof and unapproachable facade and put on a long floral dress made of exceptionally soft material, just like the one worn by her first love.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing her skirt to sway softly, outlining her graceful figure.

Like Bai Baihe quietly blooming in the sea breeze.

Lin Mo looked at her, a nonchalant yet deadly lazy smile curving his lips.

He completely ignored Zhao Kuo, who was standing next to him, fuming with jealousy.

A deep, magnetic voice pierced through the morning air and reached Jiang Ruoyun's ears clearly.

"Young Miss, this car is a bit old."

Lin Mo tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery and probing.

"Do you dare to sit?"

The courtyard of the Heartbeat House fell into a brief, deathly silence for a moment.

All eyes were on Jiang Ruoyun, awaiting the decision of this top-tier heiress.

On one side is a Ferrari supercar worth millions, symbolizing status and wealth.

On the other side was a dilapidated old bicycle that wasn't even worth fifty yuan.

Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth and stared intently at Jiang Ruoyun on the steps.

He had actually guessed the ending long ago, but when reality was truly laid out before him, his cheeks still felt a burning pain.

really.

Jiang Ruoyun looked at the old bicycle without showing the slightest disgust.

A bright light suddenly burst forth in those clear, peach-blossom eyes.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

She answered crisply, her tone filled with barely suppressed joy and delight.

Without Lin Mo even needing to help her up, this heiress worth hundreds of billions simply lifted the hem of her floral dress.

She wore a pair of delicate white shoes and walked with light steps, like a fawn running towards its owner.

Without hesitation, he bypassed Zhao Kuo, whose face was ashen, and went straight to the side of the old-fashioned bicycle.

Jiang Ruoyun turned around gracefully, her movements exceptionally natural and even somewhat practiced, and sat sideways on the slightly stiff back seat.

The long skirt draped down beside the wheels like flower petals, which, far from making her look disheveled, instead exuded a sophisticated and beautiful feel reminiscent of an old movie.

The most critical thing is...

The moment she settled into her seat.

Her two slender, fair arms seemed to follow some irresistible bodily instinct.

Surprisingly smoothly, it stretched forward, tightly encircling Lin Mo's lean yet powerful waist without leaving a single gap.

Her profile pressed lightly against Lin Mo's broad and upright back, completely unguarded.

A faint scent, a blend of sea breeze and soapberry aroma, instantly enveloped her.

The movements were fluid and natural, without any deliberate affectation.

It was as if they had been snuggling together like this for countless springs, autumns, winters, and summers.

The live stream chat completely crashed at that moment.

"Kill me!! What kind of divine scene is this?!"

[I'd rather laugh on a clunky old motorcycle than cry in a Ferrari! This young lady is truly head over heels for it!]

[Lin Shen's reverse strategy is brilliant! I wondered why he chose that beat-up bicycle; turns out it was so he could legitimately get his wife to hug his waist! What a cunning man!]

[This is the pinnacle of pure romance! Zhao Kuo's beat-up car looks utterly tacky next to Lin Shen!]

Meanwhile, in the capital city, thousands of miles away...

Inside the incredibly luxurious CEO's office on the top floor of the Jiang Group.

Jiang Jianguo, the richest man in Beijing's elite circle, who had just finished his morning meeting and was about to relax with a cup of top-grade Da Hong Pao tea, was staring intently at the huge projection screen on the wall.

"puff--"

A mouthful of scalding hot tea sprayed directly onto the rosewood desk.

Jiang Jianguo suddenly stood up, grabbed the gold-rimmed glasses on the table, and put them on his nose, his eyes almost touching the screen.

"That damn brat! What kind of junk is he riding?!"

"This lousy metal frame doesn't even have a single shock-absorbing spring! The road underneath is so bumpy, what if it hurts my daughter?!"

Looking at his daughter's hands tightly wrapped around Lin Mo's waist on the screen, Jiang Jianguo's heart was bleeding, and he was consumed by jealousy.

He usually wouldn't even touch a single hair on his daughter's head, but now he's practically glued his whole body to that poor boy's back!

"Lin Mo! You little brat!"

Jiang Jianguo angrily waved his fist at the screen.

"Slow down! If my daughter loses a single hair, I'll send bulldozers to raze your wretched island to the ground!"

The scene shifts back to the charming little house on the island.

Accompanied by the crisp "ding-a-ling" of the bicycle bell, Lin Mo steadily stepped down onto the pedals.

The old chain emitted a distinctive rhythmic sound of gears meshing.

He drove the smiling heiress out of the courtyard leisurely, enjoying the cool morning sea breeze.

Zhao Kuo, who was completely ignored, stood there, his face turning pale and then red.

He experienced the greatest frustration of his life on this island.

He discovered in despair that even though he had spent millions on shipping, he was still utterly defeated by this dilapidated old motorcycle.

"Damn it...you guys are ruthless!"

Zhao Kuo cursed under his breath, his defenses crumbling, and with a heart full of frustration and defeat, he roughly pulled open the car door and climbed into the driver's seat of the Ferrari.

All he wanted to do now was escape this suffocating scene of mass dog slaughter.

Lin Chacha, who had dressed up carefully for the date and was sitting in the passenger seat, was now gripping the car door handle tightly.

Her freshly permed French waves were whipped around wildly by the wind blowing in from the convertible, making her look like a ridiculous madwoman.

Lin Chacha looked at Zhao Kuo's almost manic profile and was terrified, but she dared not utter a sound to offend this hot-tempered sugar daddy.

Zhao Kuo slammed the accelerator to the floor, and with the violent roar of the sports car, he tried to use speed to cover up his impotent rage, wanting to leave those blinding figures far behind.

However, Zhao Kuo, blinded by impatience, and Lin Chacha, terrified, had no idea.

What does this bumpy dirt road leading to the mountain temple mean for this delicate supercar?