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

The coastal highway in the early morning resembles a gray ribbon winding across azure silk.

Without the ear-piercing roar of engines, the surrounding world instantly fell silent.

All that remained was the white noise of waves crashing against the rocks, and the occasional long cry of a seagull flying overhead.

Lin Mo casually rested his hands on the rusty handlebars, his long legs pedaling at a leisurely pace.

The old-fashioned bicycles creaked rhythmically, creating a strange and tranquil melody on this empty highway.

The sunlight poured down without reservation, giving Lin Mo's sun-protective clothing a dazzling golden edge.

A sea breeze swept by, ruffling the slightly messy bangs on his forehead.

He didn't bother with any particular style, and he didn't even apply sunscreen; he just rode his bike lazily.

Yet, he exudes a clean and refreshing aura befitting a sunny young man.

Who would have thought that this universally recognized "retired veteran" would now be radiating a dazzling vitality that even the most popular celebrities could hardly match?

Jiang Ruoyun sat sideways on the spacious back seat, gently clutching the fabric around Lin Mo's waist.

The hem of the floral maxi dress danced in the cool sea breeze, resembling a blooming lily.

She tilted her head back slightly, greedily inhaling the scent of seawater mixed with the faint soapy fragrance of the man in front of her.

Looking at Lin Mo's broad and tall back, Jiang Ruoyun's peach blossom eyes were filled with tenderness.

In this materialistic and fame-driven world, there's no need for million-dollar supercars or expensive Michelin-starred restaurants.

As long as she could sit behind him, even if it was just to buy two pounds of cabbage at the market, she felt it was the ultimate romance in the world.

This scene is absolutely beautiful.

Song Wan, who was in her office in the History Department of Peking University, was taking advantage of the break between classes to hold her tablet computer and smile from ear to ear.

This usually dignified and gentle woman had the unique gleam in her eyes that of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.

"The composition and the lighting are even better than those art films that have won international awards."

Song Wan sighed softly, her slender white fingers skillfully manipulating the screen.

She took a perfect screenshot of the two of them cycling towards the rising sun, then casually opened WeChat and sent it to an account with the nickname "Stubborn Donkey Old Jiang".

The post also included a voice message: "Look at your daughter, how sweet her smile is. This girl hasn't been this happy in years."

Less than half a minute later, Jiang Jianguo's message popped up.

"I saw it! I saw it! I'm watching the live stream!"

The text was followed by an angry emoji.

"It's just a beat-up metal frame, what's so interesting about it! There's not even a windshield, who's going to be responsible if my daughter gets sunburned?!"

Jiang Jianguo sat in the luxurious CEO chair, muttering and nitpicking under his breath.

But the body is very honest.

He silently opened the screenshot his wife had sent him and stared at it for a full minute.

Then, the richest man who controls a business empire quietly long-pressed the screen and pressed "Save Image".

She even secretly set this photo as her private phone's backup wallpaper.

In fact, he knew better than anyone else that the poor boy named Lin Mo possessed a powerful composure that could soothe all anxiety.

Just when the entire internet was so captivated by this pure love story that they felt like they were dying.

The road conditions on the island have undergone a dramatic transformation without anyone noticing.

The smooth asphalt road along the coast came to an end, and ahead we officially entered the winding mountain road leading to Haishan Ancient Temple.

This is a gravel road that even the local villagers frown at.

Because of years of disrepair, coupled with the erosion caused by last night's torrential rain.

The road surface was covered with puddles of all sizes and exposed hard rocks, making it almost like the surface of the moon.

Just over ten minutes ago, Zhao Kuo, in an attempt to show off, floored the gas pedal and left Lin Mo far behind.

He is currently experiencing the biggest setback of his life.

Ferrari sports cars have an already incredibly low chassis in pursuit of ultimate aerodynamics.

Even going over a speed bump in the city requires caution, let alone on a completely natural off-road section like this.

"Crack—Sizzle—"

A series of teeth-grinding, metallic scraping sounds, like fingernails scraping a blackboard, suddenly rang out on the quiet mountain road.

That expensive carbon fiber chassis was having a brutal, intimate encounter with those jagged rocks.

Zhao Kuo gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat streaming down his temples.

With every meter he drove forward, he felt his heart bleeding.

This was a war chariot that he had spent a fortune on shipping to get, just to show off!

Lin Chacha, in the passenger seat, was already terrified, her face pale, her hands gripping the seatbelt tightly, not daring to even breathe.

They managed to drive less than a kilometer.

On a slightly steep, gravelly uphill slope.

"Bang!"

A dull thud came from under the car, followed by a violent jolt from the Ferrari's engine.

Then, with a "whoosh," it went completely out.

A pungent smell of engine oil instantly filled the air.

No matter how frantically Zhao Kuo tried to restart the engine, the steel behemoth equipped with the V8 engine remained completely unresponsive, like a dead pig that doesn't fear boiling water.

It completely settled down halfway up the mountain.

Zhao Kuo was sweating profusely and jumped out of the car.

He stared at the large patch of black oil leaking from under the car, feeling as if struck by lightning, his face turning as pale as paper.

"Hey? A towing company? Send me one... no, send the best rescue vehicle!"

Zhao Kuo stood by the dusty roadside, holding his phone and roaring furiously into the other end.

"What do you mean the road is too narrow to get up? I'll pay more! Ten times more!"

Just as this young master Zhao was in a fit of rage and had no regard for his image...

A clear and melodious sound suddenly came from the mountain path not far behind.

"Ring ring—"

The voice was calm and unhurried, exuding a relaxed quality that could infuriate anyone.

Zhao Kuo suddenly turned around.

Lin Mo, still dressed in his usual casual attire, slowly appeared in sight, riding his old, dilapidated bicycle.

Miraculously, this dilapidated bicycle, which everyone had been laughing at, showed amazing adaptability on such a terrible road.

The wide rims and sturdy shock-absorbing springs under the seat of old-fashioned bicycles perfectly filtered out most of the bumps.

Although the bike was swaying, Lin Mo rode as steadily as a mountain.

However, the road surface was just too bumpy.

The bicycle inevitably lurched violently as it passed a deep puddle.

"ah!"

Jiang Ruoyun, who had been sitting sideways in the back seat, was caught off guard and let out a short gasp in fright.

She lost her balance and almost instinctively followed her survival instincts.

She suddenly tightened her grip, holding Lin Mo's waist tightly.

At the same time, she lunged forward, pressing her flushed, hot face firmly against Lin Mo's broad, sturdy back.

Because she was extremely nervous, she hugged him very tightly.

The distance between them instantly disappeared, and they could hear each other's rapid heartbeats clearly.

Lin Mo, who was steadily controlling the direction ahead, suddenly stiffened.

A sudden, intense emotion stirred within his usually calm eyes.

Depend on……

This dirt road really knows when to hit the bumps.

Lin Mo mentally ranted, trying to suppress the strange flutter in his heart.

Uh, I mean... this girl is hugging way too tightly!

The touch on my back was so soft it felt like a boneless mass of water.

That unique fragrance of a young girl, carried by the sea breeze, desperately tried to penetrate his nostrils.

Lin Mo even felt that his palms, which were gripping the handlebars, were starting to sweat slightly, and the front of the bike, which had been as steady as a rock, wobbled almost imperceptibly.

He could only take a deep breath, trying his best to maintain the detached and aloof expression on his face, and continue pedaling forward.

Soon, the bicycle arrived next to the broken-down Ferrari.

Lin Mo gently applied the brakes, braced himself with one foot, and brought the car to a steady stop in front of Zhao Kuo.

He held the handlebars with one hand, tilted his head slightly, and a hint of undisguised mockery flashed in his deep eyes.

"Oh, Young Master Zhao."

Lin Mo's voice was still in that nonchalant tone, but to Zhao Kuo at this moment, it was more painful than a knife.

"How was the ride in the convertible?"

He looked Zhao Kuo up and down, who was covered in sweat and whose suit was stained with dust, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

"Judging by this, the car is completely broken down?"

"This is troublesome. We'll have to walk up the mountain path from here on out."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, his tone full of elder-like "concern".

"But it's alright. Young Master Zhao spends a lot of time in the city, so this is a good opportunity for him to exercise in the morning and get some exercise."

These words were like a devastating blow, multiplied exponentially.

The once quiet live stream room was now completely engulfed in a sea of ​​revelry.

The barrage of comments covered the entire screen like snowflakes.

[Hahahaha! What the hell is this body training?! Lin Shen's taunt damage was off the charts!]

[A decisive blow! It really was a decisive blow! I declare the 28cc car a complete victory over the million-dollar Ferrari!]

[This is what they call "better to laugh on the back of a cheap car than cry on the side of a Ferrari!" Zhao Kuo's face is swollen from being slapped!]

[Holy crap, did you guys see that bounce just now? The young lady was holding on so tightly! Lin Shen's waist is absolutely amazing!]

I wonder if, at this very moment, my father-in-law, seeing his beautiful daughter being held so tightly, is pounding his fist on the table in his office?

Just as the comments on the screen said.

At this moment, Zhao Kuo felt a hundred times more bitter than if he had eaten bitter herbs.

He was a smart man, and he had long known that he had been completely outmatched by Lin Mo in terms of talent, courage, and charm.

The only reason he got this supercar was to save face for the last bit of his rich kid image.

But now.

This multi-million dollar scrap metal car lay in the mud, while the poor kid he looked down on was carrying the unattainable beauty he never dared to even dream of getting close to, casually mocking him from this spot.

Zhao Kuo clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

He was so angry that his face turned ashen, and his chest heaved violently, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Because facts speak louder than words.

He lost, lost everything, down to his last pair of underwear.

Lin Mo clearly had no interest in wasting time on unimportant people.

He looked away and whispered to Jiang Ruoyun, who was still clinging tightly to him in the back seat, "Hold on tight."

Then, the clear sound of the bicycle bell rang again.

Lin Mo stepped on the pedal again, carrying Jiang Ruoyun, and sped away gracefully under Zhao Kuo's desperate gaze that seemed to spit fire.

All that remained for Zhao Kuo was a receding figure and a few wisps of dust rising in the air.

However, the road to Haishan Ancient Temple did not become smooth sailing from then on.

As the altitude gradually increases, the surrounding vegetation becomes denser, and sunlight can hardly penetrate the tree canopy completely.

After the bicycle rounded a steep bend.

Lin Mo slowly squeezed the brakes and brought the car to a stop.

The road conditions ahead have changed drastically.