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

The morning sea breeze carries a hint of the salty bitterness of parting.

The hustle and bustle of the night faded away, leaving only withered Bulgarian red roses scattered in the back garden of the Heartbeat Cottage.

Those petals that once symbolized capital and extravagance now swirl in the morning breeze, looking somewhat forlorn.

This phenomenal dating reality show, which became a massive hit across the internet and even crashed servers, has finally come to an end.

The atmosphere in the lobby on the first floor of the villa was exceptionally busy.

The guests who were vying for screen time just a few days ago are now all bowing their heads and packing their bags.

After last night's "national hero confession," which was comparable to a nuclear explosion, everyone's gaze towards Lin Mo changed.

Gone was the initial disdain and contempt; replaced by deep awe, and even a touch of ingratiation.

After all, a man who can win the heart of the richest heiress in Beijing and carve an exquisite sandalwood hairpin with a machete is definitely no ordinary person.

However, Lin Mo, who was at the center of the storm, remained as lazy as ever.

He squatted in the corner of the living room, slowly stuffing things into the faded old canvas bag.

His luggage was pitifully little.

Just then, a shadow blocked the morning light streaming in through the window.

Lin Mo stopped what he was doing and raised his head slightly.

What came into view was Jiang Ruoyun's aloof and stunningly beautiful face, yet with a hint of grievance.

This young lady, who usually dominates the business world and doesn't even blink when faced with contracts worth hundreds of millions, is a powerful figure in the business world.

At this moment, she was dragging a six-figure LV custom-made genuine leather suitcase, standing awkwardly in front of him like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

Today she wore a soft beige knitted cardigan, and her long, black hair was securely pinned up behind her head with a sandalwood hairpin.

She's lost some of her aloofness and gained more of a down-to-earth, wifely charm.

Jiang Ruoyun bit her lower lip and hesitated for a long time.

Finally, she stretched out two fair fingers and gently tugged at the cuff of Lin Mo's white shirt.

"Lin Mo..."

Her voice was very soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, like that of a child afraid of being abandoned.

"Are you... are you coming back to Beijing with me on this private jet today?"

Upon hearing this, the guests who were eavesdropping nearby slowed their breathing.

In their eyes, this was the ultimate stroke of luck, like a pie falling from the sky.

That's the Jiang family from the capital!

As long as Lin Mo nods in agreement and gets on that Gulfstream business jet, he will be the son-in-law of the richest man, a man who can command the wind and rain.

All the struggle and upward mobility were completely accomplished in a single plane and a single nod.

Any man present would probably have swallowed this bowl of rice without hesitation, and even licked the bowl clean.

Lin Mo looked into the girl's watery, expectant peach blossom eyes.

Her fingers, gripping her sleeve tightly, were slightly white from the force, and her fingertips were even trembling slightly.

Lin Mo sighed helplessly in his heart, a hint of indulgence flashing across his deep eyes that he himself did not realize.

Looking at her pitiful expression, I really wanted to just pack her up in my suitcase and take her with me.

"But...it won't work."

In Lin Mo's mind, a misty, rainy town in Jiangnan appeared.

The image of that old noodle shop, perpetually filled with the aroma of alkaline noodles and with its signboard showing signs of wear and tear, came to mind.

And the elderly couple with graying temples who had toiled in the noodle shop for most of their lives.

During this period, the trending topic of the original owner owing Xingyao Entertainment a staggering five million yuan in breach of contract fees has already caused a great uproar.

Even if the two elderly people don't usually go online, they must have heard rumors from their neighbors.

Lin Mo could fully imagine how worried and fearful those honest and simple parents must be at that moment.

They might be unable to sleep for nights on end, rummaging through drawers and cabinets to scrape together those greasy coins, just to help their son fill that astronomical debt hole.

In this world, nothing is more heart-wrenching than the worries of parents.

He has taken over the original owner's body, and he must personally repay this debt of blood ties.

Moreover, Lin Mo possesses the absolute pride befitting a max-level national hero.

Of course he had to go to the capital.

But he would never act like a son-in-law clinging to power and wealth, slinking under a woman's wing and taking the Jiang family's private jet to freeload meals.

He wanted to use his own hands to carve out a bloody path in that world of fame and fortune where powerful and wealthy people gathered.

He wanted to go to the capital in a grand and honorable manner, with eight sedan chairs carried by him, to marry this young lady in style.

Thinking of this, the smile on Lin Mo's lips softened even more.

He slowly stood up and patted the dust off his hands.

Then, to the astonishment of all the guests present.

Lin Mo raised his large, well-defined hand and gently stroked the tip of Jiang Ruoyun's pert nose with his slightly calloused index finger.

This gesture was so natural, it was ingrained in his very being, and it exuded an undeniable doting affection.

"Young Miss, I need to go back to my hometown in Jiangnan first."

Lin Mo's voice was deep and magnetic, his eyes gentle yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

"The debt issue has caused quite a stir online recently."

"My parents have run a noodle shop in the countryside all their lives. They've never seen much of the world, and they can't handle this kind of shock."

Lin Mo lowered his head slightly and gazed into Jiang Ruoyun's eyes.

"I bet they're so anxious they can't sleep at night, and they probably don't even care about running their noodle shop."

"So, I have to go back first."

"They need to see with their own eyes that their son is perfectly fine and nothing is wrong, only then can the two elders truly put their minds at ease."

These words were spoken calmly and frankly, without any flowery language, yet they carried a weighty and convincing weight.

The surrounding guests looked at each other in astonishment, and a sense of admiration arose in their hearts.

Faced with the temptation of instant success, he was able to maintain such a clear mind and put filial piety first.

What kind of powerful inner world does this man possess?

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Ruoyun's previously dimmed eyes instantly brightened again.

Although she is usually a useless person who can only eat instant noodles when she is away from Lin Mo.

But she received the highest level of elite education from a young age, and she is definitely not the kind of unreasonable, scheming, and inconsiderate person who is a manipulative and scheming woman.

On the contrary, Lin Mo's heavy sense of responsibility, his protection and commitment to his family, are precisely the qualities that she is most fascinated by and unable to extricate herself from.

How can you expect a man who doesn't even care about his own parents to protect a woman with whom he has no blood relation?

Jiang Ruoyun sniffed, her nose stinging, and forcibly suppressed the overwhelming reluctance surging in her heart.

She loosened Lin Mo's sleeve and nodded obediently, looking just like a ragdoll cat whose fur had been stroked.

"Okay, filial piety is the most important virtue. Your uncle and aunt must be very worried. You should go back and see them right away."

She tilted her head back, her eyes still slightly red, but her tone had regained some of the domineering air of the eldest daughter of the Jiang family.

"When you get back, please give my regards to your uncle and aunt!"

"besides……"

Jiang Ruoyun suddenly stepped forward, ignoring the countless eyes watching them, and directly reached out to hug Lin Mo's strong waist.

She buried her face in Lin Mo's soap-scented chest, her voice muffled yet full of threat.

"Lin Mo... I'll be waiting for you in the capital."

"You must come see me after you've finished dealing with things at home."

"If you dare to lie to me, if you dare to hide in the countryside of Jiangnan and never come out..."

Jiang Ruoyun suddenly raised her head, revealing her small tiger teeth fiercely.

"Even if I have to turn the entire Jiangnan region upside down, I'll still drag you back to the capital! Do you hear me?!"

Feeling the warmth of the soft, delicate body in his arms, and hearing those domineering yet utterly intimidating words, Lin Mo couldn't help but chuckle.

The vibrations from her chest reached Jiang Ruoyun's ears, instantly turning her ears bright red.

Lin Mo raised his hand and gently rubbed her head with his large palm, deliberately messing up her neatly styled sideburns.

"Don't worry, it can't escape."

Lin Mo's eyes were full of indulgence, and his tone was lazy yet full of confidence.

"A long-term meal ticket is valid at any time. As long as you want to eat, I'll go to the ends of the earth to cook it for you."

After receiving Lin Mo's repeated assurances, Jiang Ruoyun finally stopped crying and started smiling.

The two smiled at each other in the morning light, and the sweetness and tacit understanding that flowed in the air made the single people around them envious.

An hour later, at the island's private helipad.

A tremendous roar echoed through the sky, causing the surrounding palm trees to sway and tilt.

The two bid each other a final, reluctant farewell at the security checkpoint.

Jiang Ruoyun looked back every few steps, and finally, surrounded by several bodyguards in black and assistants, boarded the Gulfstream G650 private jet, which cost hundreds of millions of yuan.

The hatch closed slowly.

This steel behemoth, representing the power and wealth at the top of the pyramid, accelerated down the runway before soaring into the sky, heading north towards the center of power.

On the other side...

Lin Mo carried the faded old canvas bag in one hand, inside which was his prized iron pot.

He strolled leisurely toward the nearby civil aviation terminal.

There, he spent a few hundred dollars on a very down-to-earth economy class ticket on a budget airline that even required a layover.

The target is an inconspicuous third-tier city in Jiangnan Province.

Watching the contrail of the private plane gradually disappear into the distance, Lin Mo's lips curled into a faint smile.

A brief separation is only for a better reunion in the future.

Once he has settled his parents, it will be time for him to go to the capital alone and stir up a storm in the city.

however.

It's thousands of miles away.

That international airport in Beijing, which brings together the nation's top elites and capital.

A storm is brewing.

The area outside the VIP special passage had been completely cleared out at some point.

Dozens of identical black bulletproof Maybachs, like an iron wall, lay silently in the shadows of the arrival gate.

Hundreds of bodyguards dressed in black suits, wearing concealed communication earpieces, and with extremely cold expressions, surrounded the entire passageway.

A suffocating, chilling atmosphere permeated the air.

This kind of spectacle is ten times more exaggerated than welcoming a certain country's head of state.

Right in the center of the convoy was an extended Rolls-Royce Phantom with an extremely arrogant license plate.

A figure sat upright.

In his hand, he was casually toying with a custom-made, handcrafted, jet-black golf club.

"Click, click."

The club struck the edge of the leather seat with a dull, unsettling sound.

A terrifying assassination ambush targeting Lin Mo is ready!