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

Under the dazzling spotlight, the entire venue was deathly silent.

Tens of millions of eyes were glued to the man who slowly walked into the frame through the screen.

There was no exaggerated entrance music, no artificial flower petals flying everywhere, and no tacky scene of kneeling on one knee.

Lin Mo walked over leisurely, stepping on the soft Persian carpet.

His faded shirt stood out starkly among the glittering socialites and wealthy young men.

Two buttons were casually undone at the collar, giving off the air of an old cadre who had just finished enjoying the cool air in his old family courtyard.

The worst part was that his hands were empty.

There were no vibrant red roses, nor a velvet jewelry box filled with millions of diamonds.

After a brief pause, the live stream chat exploded with comments.

[Holy crap? What is Lin Shen doing? Fighting empty-handed?!]

[Are you kidding me?! At least the worst male guest before him got a five-carat diamond ring!]

[This is the final night of the global live broadcast! Lin Shen, even if you really want to go back to farming, you could at least go pick a blade of grass from the roadside!]

[Oh no, this guy is definitely determined to slack off completely, planning to drive the young lady away at the last minute and then run away without paying the penalty!]

Just when the entire online audience was pounding their chests in frustration, and even the director backstage was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Jiang Ruoyun, standing at the end of the red carpet, surprised everyone with her reaction.

The daughter of Beijing's richest man, worth hundreds of billions, looked at Lin Mo, who had nothing in his hands, and her beautiful face showed not a trace of anger or disappointment.

On the contrary, those eyes, which seemed to have shattered starlight, were overflowing with unreserved indulgence and joy.

She even found Lin Mo's leisurely, languid walk over to her to be damnably charming.

Lin Mo stopped in front of her, the distance between them no more than half a meter.

Smelling the pungent scent of rose perfume in the air and looking at the meticulously dressed girl in front of him, Lin Mo's gaze deepened slightly.

With the help of a top-tier lighting technician, her pure white haute couture gown perfectly accentuated her graceful curves, making her look like a goddess fallen to earth.

Lin Mo sighed helplessly in his heart, but a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"This silly girl, she's dressed so beautifully today. It's such a treat for all those lecherous old men drooling in front of their screens."

A possessiveness, usually hidden beneath his lazy exterior, quietly spread across his eyes.

"It's alright, let them look."

"Because next, I'm going to brand myself, Lin Mo, with my unique mark in front of everyone."

Lin Mo didn't utter those greasy, artificially saccharinated lines.

He strode forward, bypassing Jiang Ruoyun's front and walking steadily behind her.

This move left the host at the scene and the entire online audience stunned.

Aren't confessions supposed to be face-to-face? Why go around to the back?

Just when everyone was completely confused, the camera gave a close-up of Lin Mo's hand.

He slowly raised his right hand and reached into the inner pocket of the white shirt.

"Clatter".

A very faint sound was heard.

Lin Mo slowly pulled out a slender object held between his fingertips.

It was a wooden hairpin.

It has a deep purplish-black color throughout, and under the refraction of light, it faintly shines with a golden luster.

It has no ornate gemstone inlays, yet it exudes a calm and subtle sandalwood fragrance.

Upon closer inspection, the head of the wooden hairpin was actually carved into a lifelike phoenix, poised to take flight!

The phoenix's feathers are layered upon layered, with incredibly smooth lines, as if it would emit a clear phoenix cry at any moment.

The live stream was silent for a second.

Immediately afterwards, several professional-looking large accounts with yellow V certifications bombarded the entire screen with comments like depth charges!

[Holy crap!!! Zoom in on that piece of wood!]

[If I'm not mistaken, that's wild rosewood! And it's the kind of rosewood that's been aged in the soil for over a hundred years!]

[Wait! I remember now! Isn't this the broken tree root that Lin Shen chopped down with a machete on the cliff behind the mountain when they were surviving on the deserted island?!]

[My God! He actually carved a phoenix-patterned wooden hairpin using only a crude machete, without any professional tools?!]

This is absolutely the long-lost art of "relief carving"! The craftsmanship and the artistic conception are worthy of being displayed in a national museum! It's simply priceless!

The entire internet instantly erupted in excitement.

Those who were mocking Lin Mo for getting something for nothing just a moment ago now feel like they've been slapped in the face.

This isn't just giving up; this is the epitome of Chinese romance!

Just as the comments were scrolling wildly.

Lin Mo on the stage moved.

Under the spotlight, he slightly raised his arms.

Those large, muscular hands, honed from years of cooking and carpentry, slowly approached the back of Jiang Ruoyun's head.

Jiang Ruoyun seemed to sense his intention; her originally straight back stiffened slightly, and she even stopped breathing.

Lin Mo's slender fingers gently ran through her long, black hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Her fingertips traced the smooth strands of hair upwards, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a rare treasure.

The moment she gathered her long hair together.

Lin Mo's slightly calloused index fingertip seemed to casually brush against Jiang Ruoyun's unsuspecting, snow-white nape.

That's the most sensitive and vulnerable part of a girl's body.

A tingling, electric sensation shot from the back of her neck to the top of Jiang Ruoyun's head.

She shuddered involuntarily, a subtle yet noticeable tremor running through her.

Her originally fair swan neck and earlobes were visibly flushed with an alluring crimson.

This scene was perfectly captured by a high-definition camera.

Countless female fans in the live stream immediately let out screams like groundhogs, feeling their legs go weak.

Lin Mo's eyes were as deep as the sea. He only smiled slightly at the girl's sensitive reaction, without stopping what he was doing.

He gathered the fragrant strands of hair in his palm, his fingers flying nimbly.

With a casual yet incredibly skillful gesture, she styled her long black hair into a gentle and elegant classical bun.

Immediately afterwards, he took the sandalwood hairpin with phoenix pattern that he had carved himself and found the right spot.

The wooden hairpin darted through the hair like a dragon, firmly securing the hair bun at the back of the head.

It was just an extra wooden hairpin.

Jiang Ruoyun's aloof, modern heiress demeanor was instantly infused with a serene, timeless classical Eastern beauty.

It's breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

After doing all this, Lin Mo did not back down.

He remained standing behind Jiang Ruoyun, his tall figure almost completely enveloping her petite frame in his shadow.

This is an attitude brimming with absolute possessiveness and protectiveness.

Lin Mo leaned down slightly.

The distance between the two was instantly reduced to a dangerous 0.1 centimeters.

His thin lips almost touched Jiang Ruoyun's earlobe, which was already red and bleeding.

To ensure optimal sound recording, each guest was specially equipped with an extremely sensitive miniature microphone.

Thus, Lin Mo's deep, languid, and even slightly hoarse magnetic voice exploded in the ears of tens of millions of viewers.

"I thought about it, and if I send flowers, they'll wither in a few days."

"Diamonds are too cold; they have no warmth."

Lin Mo gently inhaled the fragrance from the girl's hair, his eyes so tender they could drown a god.

"I carved this hairpin myself, stroke by stroke."

"It can last a lifetime."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

There were no deafening vows, no clichéd fishpond contracts.

Only when a man whispers in your ear, in the most indifferent tone, can he make the longest promise.

lifetime.

After a three-second silence, the chat in the live stream went completely wild.

The server almost crashed on the spot due to the sudden surge of information.

[Aaaaaaah! Kill me! Quickly kill me to liven things up for them!]

Wow! This is the ultimate in romance! This is the romance that's ingrained in the Chinese spirit!

A hand-carved sandalwood hairpin far outshines all those piles of cheap junk that are just piles of money outside!

[Lin Shen is absolutely amazing! The sheer amount of hormones is overflowing from the screen! I was writhing like a maggot watching this alone in bed!]

[His hair is pulled back, and he's whispering in her ear! Lin Shen's technique is absolutely off the charts! Who taught him to flirt like that?!]

[Waaaaah, so he stayed up all night carving a hairpin for the young lady by the campfire on the deserted island! The god of pure love collapses to the ground!]

Center stage.

Jiang Ruoyun felt her mind go blank, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Lin Mo's words, "Use it for a lifetime," completely shattered all her defenses.

Who cares about breach of contract penalties, who cares about marriage alliances between wealthy families.

All she wanted to do now was hold this man tightly, even if it meant begging for food under a bridge with him tomorrow.

Jiang Ruoyun blushed, her eyes brimming with tears.

She turned around abruptly, thinking that this was all there was to her confession, and was about to throw herself into that broad and warm embrace without a care in the world.

however.

Just as she was about to crash into Lin Mo's chest.

Lin Mo smiled slightly, stretched out a large hand with distinct knuckles, and pressed down on her shoulder with one hand to stop her movement.

"Wait, there's more."

Looking at her bewildered yet eager eyes, Lin Mo's smile deepened, and his tone carried a rare hint of teasing.

As he spoke, under the astonished gaze of the entire online audience.

He slowly reached his hand into the pocket of the white shirt again.