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

The sea breeze outside the corridor seemed to freeze at that moment.

Several burly, stern-faced law enforcement officers stood like unshakeable iron towers.

They completely blocked the entrance to the already cramped monitoring room.

The middle-aged police officer leading the group had a badge on his shoulder that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen under the incandescent light.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, ignoring the scattered pieces of broken planks on the ground.

His deep gaze pierced through Jiang Ruoyun's thin shoulders, scanning the room like a radar.

Who is Zhao Kuo?

The middle-aged police officer's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an air of authority that had long held a high position, making the air in the small space buzz.

Zhao Kuo, who was startled by the sudden turn of events, was still pale-faced from Jiang Ruoyun's angry scolding.

Upon hearing his name, he paused for half a second.

Then, a wildly joyful smile instantly bloomed on the face of this wealthy young master, which had been twisted with jealousy.

He got it!

It must be that my grandfather received the news and knew that he would be dealing with Lin Mo, this big troublemaker, on the island tonight.

So they used their personal connections in the capital to send officials over overnight to keep things under control!

In the eyes of this spoiled rich kid, the power of capital is omnipotent.

If you pay the right amount, you can make black seem white.

What's more, he still has that unfair contract in black and white in his hand!

"Me! I am Zhao Kuo!"

Zhao Kuo was so excited that he didn't even bother to pick up his phone, which had fallen to the ground with a shattered screen.

He greeted her with a beaming smile, just like a lapdog seeing its master.

He even straightened his suit and tie, which had become somewhat disheveled due to his frenzy, in an attempt to maintain the last vestige of dignity befitting a wealthy young master.

"Officers, you came just in time!"

Zhao Kuo approached the police officer in charge, bowing and scraping, showing no trace of the arrogant demeanor he had displayed earlier when he pointed at Lin Mo's nose and cursed him.

He turned around impatiently, raised his right hand, and pointed fiercely at Lin Mo, who was still standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"That's the person!"

"He's a fraudster who owes our Starry Entertainment a whopping five million!"

"Not only are they refusing to fulfill their contractual obligations, but they're now violently resisting law enforcement, attempting to launder money and evade punishment by hiding behind a woman!"

Zhao Kuo spoke at lightning speed, and his ability to distort the truth was practically effortless.

The middle-aged police officer in the lead listened quietly to Zhao Kuo's rant.

There was no emotional fluctuation on that chiseled, resolute face.

Only deep within his eyes flashed a hint of coldness and mockery, as if looking at a dead person.

He didn't follow Zhao Kuo's finger to look at Lin Mo, nor did he pay attention to the director next to him who was trembling with fear.

Instead, he slowly removed a pair of gleaming steel handcuffs from his tactical belt.

"Click".

The crisp sound of metal clashing was particularly jarring in the deathly silent monitoring room.

Zhao Kuo's fawning smile froze before it could fully bloom.

Because those cold handcuffs didn't lock Lin Mo's wrists.

Instead, the middle-aged police officer used an irresistible force to twist his own arm!

"Bang!"

A dull thud was heard.

Zhao Kuo didn't even see how the other party made their move.

He was slammed against the damp white wall by a tremendous force.

His cheek rubbed violently against the rough wall, causing him to let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Officer, you've arrested the wrong person!!"

Zhao Kuo struggled desperately.

But they found that their once-proud physique was like that of a helpless child in the face of these real state machines.

The legal assistant next to him, who had been acting all high and mighty, was now so frightened that his legs went weak.

The briefcase in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and he didn't dare to utter a sound. He immediately covered his head and squatted in the corner.

"Wrong person arrested?"

The middle-aged police officer sneered and pinned Zhao Kuo against the wall with one hand.

With his other hand, he pulled an arrest warrant stamped with a bright red seal from his breast pocket and shoved it directly at Zhao Kuo's pale face.

"Open your eyes and look carefully."

"We are the special economic crime investigation team jointly established by the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television and the Ministry of Public Security."

The police officer's voice was like a biting winter wind, chilling Zhao Kuo to the bone.

"Just half an hour ago, we received a formal complaint from a high-ranking official in Beijing."

"Your company, Xingyao Entertainment, is suspected of long-term, organized, and large-scale tax evasion!"

"Furthermore, they are also suspected of using illegal, organized crime-related methods to coerce multiple ordinary people into signing fraudulent dual contracts!"

These charges, each one enough to land him in jail for life, exploded like a barrage of cannon fire in the monitoring room.

The director, listening nearby, swallowed hard, barely daring to breathe.

Zhao Kuo's brain had completely shut down at this moment.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

He shook his head frantically, like a complete madman.

"Where's my dad?! My dad's the vice president of the Beijing Chamber of Commerce! He knows your bureau chief!"

Upon hearing this, the mockery in the lead officer's eyes intensified.

"Your dad?"

The officer leaned close to Zhao Kuo's ear and said in a chilling voice that could shatter one's soul:

"I regret to inform you, Young Master Zhao."

"Just ten minutes before we arrived here, your father was arrested overnight by our colleagues in Beijing."

"All related accounts, real estate, and company shares under the name of your Zhao family have been frozen."

The officer released his grip, letting Zhao Kuo slide down the wall like a lump of mud.

"In other words, you can't even afford to hire a lawyer to fight this case. You'd better come with us!"

These words were like a massive hammer.

It directly shattered Zhao Kuo's proud capitalist filter.

His proud family background fueled his unbridled oppression of the lower classes.

Faced with absolute power, it is as fragile as a soap bubble that bursts at the slightest touch.

"No...this can't be...there must be some mistake..."

Zhao Kuo's legs went weak, and he completely lost all his strength.

He suddenly knelt heavily on the hard wooden floor with a "thump," like a stray dog.

Coincidentally, the direction he knelt in was directly facing Lin Mo, who had been standing silently in place.

At this moment, Lin Mo still maintained that calm and relaxed demeanor.

He didn't even raise an eyebrow.

It was as if all these earth-shattering reversals happening before his eyes had nothing to do with him.

In fact, Lin Mo knew very well what was going on.

How could the authorities act so quickly?

We received a tip-off half an hour ago, and now we're uprooting the Zhao family, which is worth tens of billions?

There is definitely a powerful, all-encompassing force driving this from behind the scenes.

The middle-aged police officer turned around, his gaze passing over Zhao Kuo kneeling on the ground and landing on the large desk.

On the table lay the original copy of the liquidated damages contract, which was dozens of pages thick.

The officer strode forward and picked up the document.

He glanced at it briefly, and an uncontrollable rage appeared on his cold face.

"What an unfair contract term! What joint liability for damages!"

The officer turned to look at Zhao Kuo on the ground and shouted sternly.

"You bloodsucking companies exploit ordinary people using such despicable methods?!"

Without the slightest hesitation.

To the astonishment of everyone present.

This impartial law enforcement officer gripped the contract, which Zhao Kuo considered his winning formula, tightly in his hands.

A sudden burst of force from the wrist.

"Sizzle—"

Accompanied by a crisp sound of paper tearing.

The indenture that had kept Lin Mo in fear for months was torn in two.

Without pausing, the officer quickly tore the dozens of pages of waste paper to shreds.

Then, like throwing away trash, it slammed hard onto Zhao Kuo's ashen face.

The shredded paper fell like snowflakes.

"This is an extortion document that is highly fraudulent and completely violates the principles of fair trade."

The officer's voice was firm and authoritative, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"From this moment forward, it is hereby declared null and void! It is not protected by any laws of our country!"

The contract was reduced to rubble.

Zhao Kuo's last line of defense also completely collapsed.

He seemed to age ten years in an instant, staring blankly at the scraps of paper that had fallen onto his expensive suit.

He mumbled something unconsciously, unable to utter a single sound of resistance.

"take away!"

The middle-aged police officer waved his hand.

Several burly law enforcement officers immediately stepped forward, dragged Zhao Kuo and his legal assistant like dead dogs, and headed straight for the door.

In the corridor, only Zhao Kuo's desperate, distorted wails faded into the night sky.

The crisis could strike in the blink of an eye.

It was completely relieved in the simplest, most brutal, yet most exhilarating way.

Silence returned to the monitoring room.

Jiang Ruoyun stared blankly at the mess on the ground, then looked at Lin Mo, who stood beside her as steady as a mountain.

The heart that had been hanging in her throat finally settled back into her stomach.

Overwhelmed with joy and lingering fear, the young lady from Beijing's elite social circle found her eyes welling up with tears again.

To hell with his airs! To hell with the burdens of being a rich heiress!

Jiang Ruoyun completely ignored the fact that there was a director next to her who wished he could bury his head in his crotch.

She stood on tiptoe, like a little bird that had finally found its home.

She opened her arms and threw herself into Lin Mo's embrace.

"That's great... Lin Mo... you don't have to be in debt anymore..."

The girl's warm cheeks pressed tightly against the man's broad, solid chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat.

She wrapped her arms tightly around the man's lean waist, as if afraid that this was just a dream.

Lin Mo was jolted back half a step by the sudden hug.

Feeling the slight trembling of the slender body in his arms, and smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her hair.

A hint of undisguised tenderness finally surfaced on his usually indifferent and languid face.

Lin Mo did not push her away.

Instead, he slowly raised his large hands, capable of carving exquisite jade.

He gently patted the girl's thin back.

"Alright, you're a grown man, stop crying."

Lin Mo's voice carried a unique air of laziness and indulgence.

"I told you to go back to sleep, but you insisted on coming to join in the fun. You even put your shoes on the wrong feet."

Just as the pink bubbles were about to overflow the entire monitoring room.

The director, who was huddled under the desk in the corner, suddenly heard a piercing ringtone from his cell phone in his pocket.

The director was startled and frantically pulled out his phone.

When he saw the caller ID on the screen that read "Station Director," cold sweat once again soaked his back.

He quickly pressed the answer button, his whole body hunched over like a boiled shrimp, nodding and bowing repeatedly.

"Yes! Yes! Please speak, Director!"

"Understood! I completely understand! Don't worry, I'll handle this perfectly!"

Within a minute, the director's face underwent a complex transformation, from deathly pale to flushed, and then to ecstatic joy.

After hanging up the phone, he hastily wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and turned around.

Seeing the two embracing each other, the director put on a fawning smile.

He cautiously approached, like a chief eunuch serving the emperor.

"Um... Master Lin, I hope I haven't disturbed you two?"

The director rubbed his hands together, his tone extremely humble.

"The station director just called personally. The station has taken over the entire handling of the matter with Xingyao Entertainment."

"Your terrible contract was indeed against the rules, and now it's completely void."

The director took a deep breath and dropped a bombshell that caught everyone off guard.

"The station director wanted to make up for the grievances you suffered on the program during this period."

"He personally issued instructions to the finance department."

"Wait until the finale of tomorrow night's confession night."

"The station will directly deposit a special cash bonus of five million into your personal account!"

The five million yuan penalty for breach of contract was paid in less than ten minutes.

Not only did it vanish into thin air.

Instead, the station handed over a five million yuan bonus!

This kind of plot twist, which even a windfall wouldn't dare to be made up like this, made Lin Mo raise an eyebrow.

Capital can indeed turn its back on you faster than flipping through a book.

One second they wanted to squeeze every last drop of blood out of him, the next they wanted to kneel on the ground and give him money.

Lin Mo gently pushed Jiang Ruoyun away from his arms.

He took the hastily printed "five million bonus promise" from the director's trembling hands.

White background with black lettering, stamped with the most authoritative official seal of the TV station.

He looked down at the light yet heavy piece of paper, his slender fingers rhythmically stroking its edges.

Lin Mo slowly raised his head, his deep gaze piercing through the night on the island, looking straight towards the distant capital.

Such swift and decisive methods.

By bypassing layers of approval, a multi-billion dollar family was dismantled within half an hour.

It can even get the TV station director to get up in the middle of the night to personally call and deliver money.

This efficiency... is definitely not something an ordinary person could achieve.

Lin Mo let out a bitter laugh in his heart.

This is basically living off a woman's money. You know what, it's actually pretty good!

Just as this farce on the island came to an end in an unbelievable way.

The capital city, thousands of miles away from the Heartbeat House.

Inside the presidential suite of a magnificent and extremely luxurious five-star hotel.

A complete breakdown belonging to ex-girlfriend Su Qing is unfolding without warning on that messy, large European-style double bed.