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

Time flies, and it's already evening of the second day!

At 8:00 PM sharp, the final episode of "Heart Signal," titled "Confession Night," was broadcast live globally.

The broadcast lasted only three seconds.

"Beep beep beep—"

In the back-end monitoring room of Tencent Video's headquarters, red alarm lights flashed wildly, and the piercing alarm sound was almost piercing eardrums.

"Manager! The server is overloaded! The backup line is about to break down too!"

The technicians, sweating profusely, typed furiously on their keyboards, their voices trembling as they watched the terrifying data soaring on the screen.

Tens of millions of viewers flooded into the official live stream room, which had only one camera position, like a floodgate being opened.

Lag, black screen, reconnection.

Even with the image quality forcibly compressed, it couldn't stop the fervor of netizens across the internet who wanted to feast their eyes on this top-tier display of affection.

The image finally stabilized.

What comes into view is the back garden of the Heartbeat House, which was completely renovated overnight by the production team.

luxurious.

Excessive luxury!

A full nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine top-quality red roses, ordered overnight from pxx and air-freighted, transformed the entire garden into a dazzling sea of ​​blood-red flowers.

The air was filled with a strong, even somewhat pungent, scent of rose essence.

In mid-air, hundreds of drones formed dazzling electronic fireworks, constantly changing into the shape of hearts.

On the ground, a hand-woven carpet stretched from the villa's entrance all the way to the center of the confession stage.

The surrounding area was bathed in dazzling spotlights comparable to those at an international film festival red carpet.

For tonight's final battle, the production team has gone all out, determined to create an ultimate visual feast built on massive investment.

As the stirring and romantic symphonic prelude begins.

The previous groups of guests began to take the stage in an orderly fashion and proceed with the confession segment.

A male guest who had previously had a low profile is now going all out for the last bit of exposure.

He was dressed in an exquisite haute couture tuxedo, and his hair was so sprayed with hair gel that even a fly would have to do the splits if it landed on it.

He walked up to the female guest with what he thought were elegant steps.

Accompanied by a blinding beam of light shot down by a drone.

The male guest took a deep breath, deliberately lowered his voice, and showed off his jawline, which he had practiced for a long time.

"Bang."

He knelt on one knee.

He solemnly pulled a luxurious velvet jewelry box from his breast pocket.

It opened with a "click".

A top-quality pink diamond, as large as a pigeon's egg and sparkling brilliantly under the lights, appeared prominently in front of the camera.

The female guest readily covered her mouth and let out an exaggerated gasp.

The male guest, in a tone that sounded artificially sweet and self-righteously deeply affectionate, loudly recited the lines he had prepared all night:

"My darling, meeting you is the greatest luck of my life."

"This diamond ring worth millions represents my unique feelings for you."

"You are my one and only. If you just say the word, I'd buy the entire fishpond outside this island and make you the happiest woman in the world!"

Two excited tears welled up in the female guest's eyes as she reached out to receive the diamond ring.

Amidst a shower of artificial rose petals, the two embraced tenderly under the spotlight.

If this were a typical dating reality show, it would definitely be a romantic scene that makes people scream with excitement.

Money, diamond rings, domineering CEO declarations, handsome men and beautiful women.

It perfectly follows all the tropes of Mary Sue idol dramas.

however.

The live stream room, which currently boasts tens of millions of online viewers, has fallen into an eerie atmosphere.

I felt neither moved nor envious.

All that could be seen was a screen full of ellipses, followed by a deluge of sarcastic comments that erupted like a volcanic eruption.

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Help! What year is this? Why am I still hearing lines like "contracting a fishpond"?!

[This is so embarrassing! I've practically dug three bedrooms and a living room out of my toes! Can this guy please stop speaking in such a high-pitched voice?]

This is so greasy! The whole screen smells like artificial sweeteners; it almost made me throw up my dinner!

[Hey greasy guy in front, get off the train! Did we pay for VIP just to watch this kind of stuff?]

[Exactly! We want to see Lin Shen break bricks with one hand, we want to see Lin Shen feed the young lady!]

A sea of ​​roses, a huge diamond ring... It looks expensive, but why does it feel so fake? It's like they're just trying to meet a KPI.

Fast forward! Fast forward! Why can't I move the progress bar?! Cut everything that's already in front of me!

[Director! We want to see Lin Shen and the young lady! Who wants to watch this clichéd money-throwing game?!]

Meanwhile, inside a sprawling villa in Beijing.

Jiang Jianguo was sitting in a chair, holding a cup of Da Hong Pao tea, and was frantically talking to the large LCD TV in front of him.

"What kind of garbage is this! Nine thousand roses and you dare to show off? When I was courting my wife, I just bought an entire rose estate!"

"Contracting a fishpond? Has this guy lost his mind? My daughter, Jiang Jianguo's daughter, owns more than a dozen deep-sea fishing vessels. Why would she care about his lousy fishpond?"

Jiang Jianguo was so angry that his beard stood on end, and he slammed his teacup heavily on the table.

"Is this production team so ignorant? Do they think they can put this kind of talent in front of my daughter?"

Beside her, the elegant Song Wan, wearing glasses, didn't even raise her head when she heard her husband's incompetent rage; she simply turned a page of her book.

"Alright, Lao Jiang, calm down. These young people are just going through the motions according to the script, why are you making a fuss?"

Song Wan pushed up her glasses, her gaze finally landing on the screen, a barely perceptible hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.

"The best is yet to come."

"I want to see what that brat who doesn't even want to pay the penalty for breach of contract and who's always thinking about going home to harvest wheat can pull off today."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jianguo deflated like a punctured balloon, but he still refused to back down.

"Hmph! What kind of culinary achievement could he possibly make? Just a penniless brat whose pockets are emptier than his face!"

"If he dares to embarrass my daughter in public, I'll raze that island to the ground tomorrow!"

Let's turn our attention back to the back-end monitoring room on the island.

The director, instead of getting angry at the barrage of complaints and frantic calls for help, was so excited that he rubbed his hands together.

"That's exactly the effect I wanted!"

"Without the utterly vulgarity of the beginning, how can the unparalleled brilliance of the following part be highlighted?"

This is a classic example of using a technique of first criticizing to elevate the argument.

The more disgusted the audience is now, the higher their expectations will be for what follows.

However, seeing the increasingly agitated netizens on the screen, with some even threatening to send razor blades, the director dared not delay any longer.

He glanced at the live ratings, then abruptly picked up the walkie-talkie, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Attention all camera positions!"

"Cut off the preceding scene immediately! Lights ready! Sound ready!"

"Under the frantic urging from the entire internet, immediately switch all main camera shots to target number one!"

"The grand finale, get on stage!"

With the director's command.

The lavish spotlight that had been focused on the center of the stage was suddenly turned off.

The entire back garden was plunged into darkness for a brief moment.

Countless viewers, whose eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night in front of their screens, held their breath at that moment.

"Whoosh—"

A beam of incredibly soft, cool white light, like moonlight, poured down from mid-air.

It hit the red carpet entrance at the end of the garden with pinpoint accuracy.

There stood a stunningly beautiful figure.

Jiang Ruoyun.

She wasn't wearing one of those fancy, sequined, expensive gowns today.

Instead, she wore a custom-made white haute couture evening gown.

The skirt, like flowing moonlight, without any superfluous embellishment, perfectly accentuated her aloof and world-weary temperament.

She stood quietly in the halo of light, like a fairy who had fallen to earth, so beautiful that people dared not even breathe loudly.

But you can see it by zooming in.

This is the daughter of a chaebol who is usually aloof and doesn't even flinch when faced with contracts worth hundreds of billions.

At this moment, her hands were gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.

Her fair palms were already covered in a thin layer of sweat from nervousness.

Even her long eyelashes trembled slightly under the light.

She was nervous.

An unprecedented tension.

Even though she knew that Lin Mo had just resolved the breach of contract penalty crisis, he was still a penniless man in the truest sense.

Even though she knew that this heiress worth hundreds of billions might face a ridiculous confession that was "not a good match" for her.

But the thought of seeing that man soon made her heart pound uncontrollably.

She didn't care how expensive the nine thousand roses were; she only felt that their fragrance was far inferior to the aroma of the scallion oil that Lin Mo had brewed in the broken clay pot.

She didn't care about pigeon egg diamonds or pink diamonds; all she remembered was Lin Mo's thin yet warm black windbreaker on the deserted island amidst thunder and rain.

All eyes on the internet followed Jiang Ruoyun's expectant gaze to the other end of the red carpet.

Everyone held their breath, and even the comments section paused briefly.

Everyone wants to see it.

This "max-level boss" once displayed his prowess on the island, capable of cooking, repairing houses, and singing hit songs.

This "market god of war" can crush even the top influencers.

How exactly will it make its grand entrance?

Was it a chance encounter by chartering a helicopter?

Or should we bring out some kind of extremely rare and exquisite handcrafted treasure?

however.

As the lights at the other end of the red carpet slowly came on.

The moment I saw who it was.

Everyone, from the staff on site to the tens of millions of viewers in front of their screens, was stunned.

Facing countless flashing lights, facing tens of millions of eyes across the internet staring intently at the screen.

Lin Mo slowly walked into the arena.

He wasn't wearing any haute couture tuxedo.

An unkempt hairstyle.

He was still wearing that plain white shirt, which was clean and without a single wrinkle.

Even the collar of her shirt had a casual air about it, slightly open to reveal a sexy collarbone.

The most frustrating thing is...

There were no vibrant red roses in his hands.

There was also no jewelry box filled with carat diamonds.

He had nothing in his hands.

He actually... came up empty-handed!

The entire internet gasped in shock, and the sound of keyboards clicking away instantly filled the air.

The same absurd thought flashed wildly through everyone's minds:

Lin Shen, you're not going to keep slacking off at this crucial moment when the whole internet is watching your epic confession, are you?!