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

The room, kept at a constant temperature, was filled with the scent of expensive, custom-made fragrances.

On a large, soft European-style genuine leather bed.

Su Qing was wearing a luxury brand's latest haute couture silk nightgown, comfortably leaning against a velvet pillow.

She had a five-figure caviar anti-aging face mask on her face and was holding a glass of imported champagne that was still bubbling.

On the high-end crystal coffee table next to it, several unopened Hermès orange gift boxes were casually scattered.

That was the "pocket money" that Zhao Kuo had just had delivered during the day.

Su Qing took a sip of champagne with delight, fantasizing that she would soon officially marry into a billionaire family and become the enviable Mrs. Zhao.

She's even started planning in her mind which upscale neighborhood in Beijing she'll buy a large apartment in the future.

As for Lin Mo, who was struggling to record the show on the island?

A deep sense of disdain and contempt flashed in Su Qing's eyes.

Judging by the time, Zhao Kuo should already be on that wretched island, throwing that five million yuan penalty in Lin Mo's face.

How can a poor loser whose family runs a run-down noodle shop compete with a company worth billions?

I bet Lin Mo is kneeling on the ground right now, crying and begging Young Master Zhao to let him go.

Thinking of this, Su Qing couldn't help but laugh out loud, which pulled at the face mask on her face.

Just as she was becoming completely absorbed in her dream of being a wealthy woman, she was unable to extricate herself from it.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of rapid and violent bangings on the door suddenly shattered the tranquility of the suite.

This is absolutely not the politeness and demeanor expected of hotel room service.

Su Qing frowned unhappily, put down her wine glass, and walked to the door in her fluffy slippers.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night? Don't you know any manners...?"

She flung open the door with a look of impatience.

However, the person standing outside the door was not a timid waiter.

Instead, it was the lobby manager in a suit and tie, followed by four tall, burly security personnel with stern expressions.

The lobby manager's face, which was usually full of fawning smiles, now seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

There wasn't a single polite greeting.

The manager simply took out a printed bill and coldly handed it to Su Qing.

"Ms. Su, I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

"But just ten minutes ago, we received a formal notification from the relevant department."

"All of Zhao Kuo's bank cards, credit cards, and related assets have been frozen by the judicial authorities."

These words struck Su Qing like a thunderbolt, hitting her right on the head.

The caviar mask on her face almost fell off, and she was completely stunned.

"What...what nonsense are you spouting?!"

Su Qing screamed shrilly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"The Zhao family is the vice president of the Beijing Chamber of Commerce! They have assets worth billions! How could their assets be frozen? You must be mistaken!"

The lobby manager curled his lip in disdain, too lazy to offer even a superfluous explanation.

He pointed to the numbers on the bill, his tone firm and unquestionable.

"Whether there's a mistake or not, you can see for yourself by reading the news."

"Now, please settle the bill for the presidential suite for the past month immediately, which totals 108,600 yuan."

"After settling your bill, please leave our hotel immediately with your personal belongings."

Su Qing felt as if she had been struck by lightning; it was as if all the blood in her body had been drained in that instant.

Her legs went weak, and she took two steps back, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone under the pillow.

As soon as I unlocked the screen.

The overwhelming number of push notifications and missed calls almost caused her phone to crash on the spot.

Su Qing trembled as she opened Weibo, only to find that the top three spots on the trending topics list had been completely dominated by several glaring dark red "hot" characters.

#Xingyao Entertainment Under Investigation for Alleged Organized Crime# Breaking News!

#Zhao Kuo Arrested Overnight# Breaking News!

#The truth about Lin Mo's dual contracts revealed# Breaking news!

Su Qing felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and her brain went blank, losing the ability to think.

She trembled as she clicked on the trending topic about Lin Mo.

Inside, a notice from the police's official account was prominently displayed, detailing how Xingyao Entertainment set up a scheme and used unfair terms to extort ordinary people.

Even a high-resolution copy of the five million joint liability contract was censored and released.

In the comments section, the anger of tens of millions of netizens has completely boiled over.

[Damn! No wonder Lin Shen is usually so stingy, haggling with a market vendor over a few dozen yuan. Turns out he's carrying such a huge debt!]

[It's so heartbreaking! He could clearly make a living based on his talent, but capital has forced him to act subservient and give up on shows!]

The most disgusting one is his ex-girlfriend, Su Qing! Lin Shen only signed a contract to sell himself to her so he could buy her a bag, and she actually cheated on him!

[Those two scoundrels finally got their comeuppance! Zhao Kuo's in jail, everyone hurry up and bombard Su Qing's gold-digging account!]

Seeing the screen filled with vile and abusive insults, Su Qing was so frightened that she threw her phone away.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Zhao Kuo was not the wealthy young master who could help her change her fate; instead, he became a prisoner about to go to jail.

And she, this woman who was full of joy and ready to marry into a wealthy family, not only had her dream of marrying into a wealthy family shattered, but also became a rat that was despised by the entire internet!

"Ms. Su, please pay quickly, we have other guests who need to rest."

The lobby manager urged him on with annoyance.

Su Qing hurriedly picked up the designer bag from the ground and rummaged through it to find the black and gold supplementary cards that Zhao Kuo had given her.

"I'll swipe my card! I'll swipe it right now!"

She hurriedly handed the card to the mobile POS machine that the manager had brought.

"Beep—Transaction failed, card has been frozen."

I tried three different cards, and they all gave the same cold, unresponsive notification sound.

Su Qing was desperate. She tried to open her payment app, only to find that she didn't even have a thousand yuan in her balance.

Over the past few years, she has been following Lin Mo and has spent all the money she has earned on luxury goods to decorate her image, leaving her with no savings whatsoever.

"It seems you can't afford it."

The lobby manager sneered and waved to the security guard behind him.

"Since you can't afford the room, then please go ahead."

"Pack up this lady's belongings quickly and remove her immediately!"

Four fierce-looking security guards immediately rushed into the room.

They didn't care about luxury goods at all; they simply stuffed Su Qing's clothes, cosmetics, and those empty Hermes boxes into a garbage bag.

"What are you doing! Don't touch my clothes! They're a limited edition!"

Su Qing screamed and tried to stop them, but two security guards grabbed her arms tightly, one on each side, like dragging a dead dog.

At 3 a.m., a sudden downpour hit Beijing.

The fierce wind, mixed with icy rain, relentlessly ravaged this bustling steel jungle.

Outside the magnificent revolving glass doors of a five-star hotel.

"Bang!"

Su Qing, along with her luggage, was thrown down the steps without any mercy by the security guards.

The garbage bags containing luxury goods were scattered all over the ground, and the expensive silk pajamas were instantly covered in mud and water.

"Get lost! If you ever dare to step into our hotel again, we'll call the police and have you arrested!"

The security guard uttered a disgusted remark and turned back to the warm lobby.

The biting wind pierced through her thin pajamas, and Su Qing shivered from the cold.

She lay disheveled on the flooded asphalt road, her hair in disarray, a far cry from the arrogant, wealthy woman she had been just moments before.

She raised her head in despair, her gaze piercing through the rain.

I could just see the huge 3D holographic screen on the exterior wall of that landmark high-end shopping mall across the street.

On the screen, a promotional video for the final episode of "Heart Signal," titled "Confession Night," is playing on a loop.

The background of the scene is a deserted island battered by storms.

That man who always wore flip-flops and had a nonchalant expression.

He was opening his oversized windbreaker, tightly protecting the aloof and elegant heiress from Beijing's elite circle in his arms.

Lin Mo's gaze towards Jiang Ruoyun was so affectionate, so tender, and even carried an extreme favoritism as if he wanted to present the whole world to her.

Su Qing stared blankly at the screen, letting the cold rain pour into her mouth.

This kind of treatment, being cherished like a priceless treasure, used to belong entirely to her!

Even if Lin Mo eats boiled noodles himself, he will save money to buy her her favorite strawberry cake.

Even with a fever of 39 degrees Celsius, he would brave heavy snow and run across three streets just to buy her a box of painkillers.

That man clearly possessed top-tier talent and the deepest love.

But he was like a blind idiot, smashing this priceless treasure to pieces for a vain bag and a false dream of a life of luxury!

If we hadn't broken up back then...

The person who is now the center of attention and the envy of tens of millions of fans is none other than Su Qing!

Intense regret gnawed at her heart like a million ants.

"ah!!!"

Su Qing completely broke down in the torrential rain.

Her knees buckled, and she knelt heavily in the mud. She raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The loud slap echoed particularly sharply in the rainy night.

"What did I do...?"

"Why did I break up with him over a bag?!"

Su Qing burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, letting her tears of regret mix with the rain.

But no matter how much she cried, the man who once had eyes only for her would never look back at her again.

Just as the torrential rains in the capital were relentlessly washing away vanity and sin.

On an island thousands of miles away, the sky was bright with daylight.

The shadow of the villains was completely swept away by the power of the authorities.

This phenomenal dating reality show, which garnered nationwide attention, has finally reached its final celebration without any obstacles.

The highlight of the final day of "Heart Signal"—the "Confession Night," broadcast live globally—officially kicked off amidst great anticipation.

Night fell once again on the island.

The back garden of the Heartbeat House was decorated like a dream, and tens of millions of viewers flooded the live broadcast room early on.

Everyone knows that Lin Mo and Jiang Ruoyun like each other.

But the entire internet is curious:

This "God Lin" is not only good at cooking and repairing houses, but is also usually stingy and lazy.

What kind of confession will he prepare for this billionaire heiress?