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

The clock hands quietly passed midnight.

Although most of the cameras in the official live stream room have been turned off, leaving only a few empty, distant camera positions.

But the full-blown internet frenzy has only just begun.

On Weibo's trending topics list, the top ten spots were almost entirely dominated by this S-level dating reality show.

All of them were followed by the eye-catching "Explosive" label.

#LinmoLighthouseForeheadKiss#

#Restraint is the ultimate form of romance#

#HeartSignal'sCenturyConfessionTomorrowNight#

Countless night owl netizens, as if injected with adrenaline, frantically created and flooded various social media platforms with posts.

Even a few blurry night vision screenshots were magnified frame by frame by fans, who repeatedly polished them until they developed a patina.

In the photo, the century-old lighthouse is bathed in a dim, yellowish glow.

That carefree man who always wore flip-flops and whose face seemed to say, "I want to go home."

With exceptional gentleness and restraint, he pressed his warm, thin lips against the smooth forehead of the young lady from the Beijing elite circle.

There was no passionate French kiss, only a deep and cherished feeling.

【Ahhh! I've watched this video over and over again, and the smile on my face hasn't left my lips!】

[So sweet! This is the kind of pure romance adults should watch! Lin Shen's character is truly impeccable!]

He's holding it in! Look at the veins on the back of his hand! Where can you find a man like that who would rather suffer himself than be inappropriate with a girl?!

Tomorrow is the final, grand finale confession night! Everyone get your nitroglycerin pills ready, I want to see them get married on the spot!

[I'm so anxious! Why is time moving so slowly?! Director, can you please move the Civil Affairs Bureau to the island right now?!]

Viewers across the internet are eagerly anticipating it.

Everyone thought this couple was a perfect pair, having survived a desert island or the villain's mistreatment.

Tomorrow, on that highly anticipated finale night, we will definitely witness the grandest and most romantic perfect ending.

At the same time, in the hidden monitoring room of the directing team in the backyard of the Heartbeat House.

The lights were on, and the air was thick with smoke.

The director was staring intently at the viewership rating curve on the screen, which was soaring vertically at a 90-degree angle.

His face, usually greasy from years of staying up late, was now all creased with laughter, making him look like a blooming old chrysanthemum.

"We're rich! This time we've really struck it rich!"

The director slapped his thigh suddenly, so excited he almost smashed the thermos of goji berries in his hand.

The assistant director next to him was also excitedly rubbing his hands together, his eyes shining.

"Boss, it's not just that the ratings have broken the highest historical record for domestic variety shows."

"In just the last hour, five more international brand sponsors called, requesting additional sponsorship fees of tens of millions for tomorrow night's 'Confession Night'!"

Upon hearing this, the director was overjoyed, his eyes filled with the reflection of gleaming banknotes.

Before this dating reality show aired, who would have thought it would become such a huge hit?

Originally, they just found a drug dealer with a five million yuan penalty for breach of contract to be used as cannon fodder.

As a result, this guy named Lin Mo managed to make a living by making lard noodles, repairing windows, climbing trees with his bare hands, and singing a cappella.

They transformed an ordinary, melodramatic dating reality show into a national phenomenon and a masterpiece!

"Immediately notify the directing and camera crews to be on their best tomorrow night!"

The director, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, issued orders with great enthusiasm, as if he could already see his year-end bonus beckoning to him.

"For tomorrow's confession night, turn all the lighting, top-of-the-line sound system, and drone photography setup to the highest level!"

"As long as Lin Mo confesses his feelings to Jiang Ruoyun tomorrow night."

"Our season of 'Heart Signal' will absolutely be legendary, etched in the annals of Chinese variety show history!"

In the director's eyes, Lin Mo is now a money tree that lays golden eggs.

As for the unfair contract that Lin Mo was carrying, and the so-called five million yuan penalty for breach of contract?

The director didn't care at all.

That was a messy affair between Xingyao Entertainment and Lin Mo.

As long as Lin Mo obediently completes the confession process tomorrow, the show's popularity and buzz will reach their peak.

Whether Lin Mo lives or dies, goes bankrupt and begs for food, or goes to jail, what does it have to do with him, the director of the program?

In the eyes of capital, there is only ever a desire to squeeze out the last bit of residual value.

And at this very moment.

Lin Mo, the male protagonist who is eagerly anticipated by the entire internet to deliver the "confession of the century," is walking alone in a dark and quiet corridor.

The window at the end of the corridor was half-open, and a cool sea breeze rushed in, blowing the fine black hair on his forehead.

Lin Mo's steps were steady, each step making a dull, soft sound.

Those deep eyes that usually exuded a hint of laziness and a lack of enthusiasm for anything.

At this moment, however, it was like a bottomless, icy pool, cold and deep, churning with a resolute determination that ordinary people could not fathom.

Jiang Ruoyun's pretty and bright face flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

She would squat beside him, drooling without any regard for her image, while he cooked.

On a deserted island amidst thunderstorms, she would cower inside his clothes like a frightened kitten.

She was a pampered, innocent little princess from a wealthy family who grew up in the palm of her hand.

But what about Lin Mo?

Right now, he's just an unlucky guy who took over someone else's mess.

In his mind, the vicious roar of the vampire manager, Sister Wang, echoed when he first transmigrated.

"Open your dog eyes and look carefully! This is an S-level dating reality show! You signed a confidentiality agreement and a full attendance clause!"

"The penalty for breach of contract is five million! Even cutting off both of your kidneys wouldn't be enough to pay that!"

That was a death contract with a glaring red official seal, a bottomless pit left by the original owner for a gold-digging woman.

He couldn't find many coins in his pocket.

My parents, far away in the water towns of Jiangnan, are still working from dawn till dusk in that dilapidated little shop that leaks rain, selling noodles for a few yuan a bowl.

For the Jiang family, whose net worth is in the hundreds of billions and whose every move shakes the capital, perhaps they don't even have enough pocket money to buy a limited edition Hermes bag.

But for that ordinary family who had run a noodle shop in the small town for half their lives...

But it was an astronomical sum that could instantly break the backbone of their entire family and drive them to their deaths.

Lin Mo can disregard other people's opinions, treat slacking off as his strongest armor, and scoff at the ridicule of capital.

But he absolutely could not drag Jiang Ruoyun into this mess.

The families are not of equal social standing.

The burdens of reality are far more cruel and bloody than those depicted in novels.

He can't even give her the most basic, stable home that can provide shelter from the wind and rain.

A man's sense of dignity and responsibility prevented Lin Mo from making such selfish moves, which only cared about immediate pleasures and disregarded the consequences.

The kiss on the forehead on the lighthouse was the most restrained, yet most poignant, farewell he could offer.

He accepted this unreserved favoritism, and it was deeply etched into his very being.

But he had to shoulder this filthy mess all by himself.

Since the capital used the penalty for breach of contract to set a trap, it used these five million to lock up all his escape routes.

Then he would personally take action and completely overturn this hypocritical game!

As long as he proactively breaks the perfect script laid out by capital before tomorrow's confession night arrives.

All the attacks, breach of contract lawsuits, and online condemnation will be directed at Lin Mo alone.

Jiang Ruoyun remains the same pure and refined young lady from the Beijing elite circle, showered with love and affection, untouched by any stain.

As for that staggering debt of five million.

Lin Mo coldly curled the corners of his mouth in the dark corridor, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

At worst, he can start over. With his extraordinary ability to be reborn at max level, how could he not earn back this money?

However, on this secluded island of love and romance, a place for people to have fun, all the absurd dramas should come to an end.

Unbeknownst to him, Lin Mo had already reached the deepest part of the corridor.

Bright lights from the monitoring room shone through the cracks in the heavy wooden door in front of them, which had a sign that read "No Entry for Non-Staff".

You can faintly hear the directors' laughter, almost cracking with excitement.

Lin Mo stopped in his tracks.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his right hand with its distinct knuckles and slightly curled his fingers.

"Knock knock knock".

Three rhythmic, moderate knocks on the door rang out abruptly in the quiet of the night.

The laughter in the monitoring room stopped abruptly.

"Who is it? In the middle of the night."

The director frowned, walked over impatiently, and yanked open the door.

however.

When he saw the figure standing outside the door.

The director's radiant smile, as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum, instantly froze as if frozen by liquid nitrogen.

Lin Mo, dressed in a simple white T-shirt, stood upright at the boundary between the shadows outside the door.

He no longer possessed his usual lazy demeanor, where he would rather lie down than sit and was indifferent to everything.

There's also a loss of that perfunctory attitude in front of the camera, that casualness of being ready to leave work at any moment.

Instead, there is a profound and imposing presence, as well as a dangerous and oppressive feeling that makes it hard to breathe.

Those deep black eyes were as sharp as knives, as if they could pierce through a person's soul.

The director was so startled by this sudden aura of authority that he took a half step back, his mind going blank for a moment.

"Lin...Lin Mo?"

The director swallowed hard and stammered, his voice filled with a panic he himself didn't realize.

"Why are you out backstage looking for me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"Tomorrow is the last day!"

Lin Mo glanced past the director and looked at the countdown calendar on the wall.

The lighthouse date is over.

Tomorrow will be the final "Confession Night" of the month-long dating reality show "Heart Signal".

The entire internet is eagerly anticipating Lin Mo's historic confession and hoping for a fairytale-like happy ending.

"Director, let's talk about the breach of contract penalty."