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

"Sizzle—"

The crisp sound of paper tearing was particularly jarring in the quiet study.

Jiang Ruoyun's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and she stood frozen in place as if she had been frozen in place.

Lin Mo held the copy of the *Beijing Evening News*, which he had just pulled from under the table, in his hand with remarkable speed and efficiency.

He didn't even look up at Jiang Ruoyun's pretty face, which was on the verge of tears.

With a gentle press of his slender fingers, he flattened the masterpiece of the Slender Gold style calligraphy, a style powerful enough to shake the world of calligraphy and painting.

Then, as smoothly as if he were wrapping fried dough sticks at a breakfast stall, he rolled up the Xuan paper.

Fold the corner, flip it over, wrap it up.

In a few moments, the painting "Crane Soaring to the Sky - Birthday Celebration" was transformed into a long, narrow object.

The newspaper wrapped around the outside even revealed half of the middle-aged and elderly men on blind dates.

"Lin Mo!"

Jiang Ruoyun finally regained her voice, and her voice instantly rose eight octaves.

She rushed over, her hands protectively covering her chest, looking as if she wanted to snatch it but didn't dare to.

"Are you crazy? This is Chengxintang paper, and it's in the Slender Gold style of calligraphy!"

"You just wrapped it up with this tattered newspaper that still smells of ink?"

Lin Mo patted the dust off his hands and said calmly, "Paper is for writing, and newspaper is for keeping out dust."

"The functions are aligned, which is good."

Jiang Ruoyun felt a lump in her throat, unable to go up or down.

She looked at the "newspaper roll" and her heart bled.

If those old men in Beijing who collect things saw this, they'd probably have a heart attack on the spot.

"You...you're utterly wasting such a precious resource!"

Jiang Ruoyun stomped her feet in anger, her snow boots making a dull thud on the blue brick floor.

"Although my dad says he's not particular, his relatives around him have very discerning eyes."

"If you bring this bundle of 'waste paper' into the door, they might actually think you're a junk collector and kick you out."

Lin Mo smiled, didn't reply, and turned to walk towards the cellar.

Jiang Ruoyun followed behind angrily.

She wanted to see what other outrageous tricks this guy could come up with.

The cellar was filled with a cool, earthy smell, mixed with a faint aroma of wine.

Lin Mo bent down and laboriously pulled out a dark object from the innermost pit.

That was the "Hundred Flowers Wine" that had just been opened earlier.

The jar is made of the most ordinary earthenware, dark red, and the surface is even covered with wet mud that hasn't been cleaned off.

"What is this all about?" Jiang Ruoyun covered her face in despair.

"Don't tell me you're just planning to carry it to the Pangu Hotel like this."

Lin Mo took out a tattered rag from his pocket and wiped the mouth of the jar twice.

"The mud seal is like a preservative for the wine's aroma; if you wash it too thoroughly, it will easily leak air."

"Besides, wine is for drinking; what's the use of a pretty jar?"

He spoke with such conviction, yet his hand movements were frighteningly steady.

Jiang Ruoyun looked at the crumbling mud jar, then at the rolled-up newspaper.

She could already foresee the horrific scene at tomorrow's birthday banquet.

Surrounded by Jiang's relatives, who were adorned with gold and silver and wore Patek Philippe watches.

Lin Mo carried these two items into the venue, and the sight was so beautiful that she almost dared not look.

"Lin Mo, I'm begging you, our family isn't short of that packaging fee."

Jiang Ruoyun leaned closer, tugged at Lin Mo's sleeve, and softened her voice.

It had a pleading tone, and a clingy quality that she herself wasn't even aware of.

"My mom finally accepted you after a long time. If you mess up the birthday banquet, there's nothing I can do to save you."

Lin Mo looked down at her, his eyes clear and bright, with a calm and relaxed air about him.

"Your mother approves of me as a person, not as a jar in my hand."

"As for your dad... if he saw this, he'd be more eager to hide it than I am."

Jiang Ruoyun pouted and muttered softly, "You're just being stubborn. Don't come crying to me when you get laughed at."

Despite saying that, seeing Lin Mo's nonchalant attitude, she felt inexplicably at ease.

This is Lin Mo, always with a nonchalant attitude, as if he'd rather eat a hot meal than face the collapse of the sky.

Ironically, everything he does manages to thoroughly humiliate those who consider themselves superior.

"Alright, stop whispering here."

Lin Mo put the wine jar aside. "Lead the way, change your clothes."

Jiang Ruoyun's eyes lit up, and the despair she had felt just moments before vanished instantly.

"Yes! Clothes! I've prepared clothes for you!"

Like a little housekeeper showing off a treasure, she dragged Lin Mo and ran towards the main room.

As a top socialite, Jiang Ruoyun has an absolutely professional level of aesthetic sense.

She had long disliked Lin Mo's faded white shirts.

Although Lin Mo looked even more like a transcendent culinary master when he wore a shirt.

But to attend the richest man's birthday banquet, one must have the kind of "impressive" attire.

On the mahogany bed in the main room, a pure black suit was neatly laid out.

Jiang Ruoyun specially sought out an old tailor from Savile Row in Italy to hand-sew the garment according to Lin Mo's height and proportions.

There are no flashy brand logos, and even the buttons are matte black agate.

But anyone with even a little knowledge can immediately sense the overwhelming sense of expensive quality at a glance.

The fabric shimmered with a subtle, flowing light under the lamp, like fragments of night that had been cut up.

"Go change quickly, let me see if my taste has deteriorated."

Jiang Ruoyun pushed Lin Mo behind the screen and stood guard at the door.

The house was quiet, with only the occasional sound of snow falling outside.

About ten minutes later.

The sound of light footsteps came from behind the screen.

Jiang Ruoyun subconsciously held her breath.

The moment Lin Mo walked out, she felt as if she could hear her heart skip a beat.

The saying "clothes make the man" is perfectly exemplified in Lin Mo's case.

But this outfit didn't overshadow his charisma; instead, it seemed like a vessel tailor-made for him.

That impeccably tailored suit perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and upright posture.

The black shirt was buttoned all the way up to the top, exuding an aloof and unapproachable air.

Yet, that face also carried a touch of nonchalant, handsome charm.

He stood there, looking like a noble young master from an ancient family genealogy.

Elegant, profound, yet possessing an inherent wildness.

"Does it look good?" Lin Mo tugged at her collar, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the restraint.

Jiang Ruoyun nodded blankly, her throat bobbing, "Well... it's alright, I guess."

She was clearly screaming inside that she wanted to have Lin Mo's babies, but she kept her mouth shut.

"It barely reflects my taste."

She walked over, lowered her head, and carefully straightened the hem of his shirt, which was completely wrinkle-free.

Her fingertips touched his warmth through the fabric, making her face slightly flushed.

"Lin Mo, if anyone bullies you tomorrow, you must hide behind me."

She suddenly blurted out something in a very soft voice.

"You're my cook, only I can bully you, no one else can."

Lin Mo looked at her reddened ears, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing an extremely gentle smile.

He reached out and gently patted Jiang Ruoyun's head.

"Don't worry, I'm an expert at taking advantage of the wealthy."

The next day, the snow fell even heavier in the capital.

The entire city was covered in a blanket of snow, but the area in front of the Pangu Hotel was bustling with activity.

One after another, luxury cars with consecutive license plates slowly drove in, forming a long line.

Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Maybach...

This place has practically become an open-air exhibition of top-of-the-line luxury cars.

Security personnel in black uniforms, wearing walkie-talkies, vigilantly surveyed every corner.

The red carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the end of the street.

Every guest who entered was dressed to the nines, with a respectable but insincere smile on their face.

At that moment, a dark black Rolls-Royce Phantom came to a steady stop at the entrance.

The driver quickly stepped forward and opened the car door.

Jiang Ruoyun got off the car first; she was dressed extremely elegantly today.

That was the aura that the eldest daughter of the Jiang family should have, like a proud peony blooming in the snow.

Then, Lin Mo got out of the car.

At that moment, all the guests passing by stopped in their tracks.

So handsome.

This kind of handsomeness isn't the delicate charm of a young heartthrob, but rather a kind of aggressive, masculine beauty.

The aloof and restrained aura emanating from his top-tier haute couture suits, combined with his stunningly beautiful face, created a captivating effect.

He was practically the center of attention.

however.

Before the socialites could even utter a sigh, their gazes shifted downwards.

The extreme visual contrast froze everyone's expressions at that moment.

This distinguished young nobleman was carrying a dirty-looking earthenware jar covered in mud in his left hand.

His right hand was clutching a crumpled old newspaper with yellowed edges.

The newspaper, rolled up against the cuff of the suit sleeve, looked so comical and out of place.

"Pfft—"

A few glamorous socialites not far away couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Who's that? He's quite good-looking, but is he out of his mind?"

"Bringing a lump of mud to Jiang the richest man's birthday banquet? Is he trying to be funny?"

"What's wrapped in that newspaper? A sesame seed cake or a fried dough stick?"

The murmurs buzzed around like flies.

Under these gazes, Jiang Ruoyun felt like she was being pricked by needles, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

She didn't even dare to look at the bodyguard next to her, whose face was flushed from trying not to laugh.

Lin Mo, on the other hand, didn't even frown.

He lowered his head slightly and gave Jiang Ruoyun a calm smile that was extremely lethal.

"Let's go, Miss Jiang."

"Take me to see if the food at the richest man's house is as good as what I cook."

Jiang Ruoyun took a deep breath and decided to go all out.

She grabbed Lin Mo's arm and walked proudly toward the hotel lobby.

"Go ahead and laugh, you'll be crying later!"

She muttered fiercely in a low voice, and then pinched Lin Mo's arm.

Lin Mo's eye twitched, but he maintained his composed and unhurried demeanor as a scion of a prominent family.

The security personnel looked at what he was holding and were clearly hesitant.

But after glancing at the eldest daughter of the Jiang family beside him, he ultimately did not dare to stop her and respectfully let her pass.

Amidst a chorus of surprised, disdainful, and curious gazes, the two passed through the magnificent hall.

We took the elevator directly to the banquet hall on the top floor.

The decor here is extremely luxurious.

The enormous crystal chandelier radiated a dazzling light.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfumes and tobacco.

The banquet hall was already quite full, with people chatting in small groups.

The collateral relatives of the Jiang family had already occupied the central positions, waiting to see the excitement of today.

Lin Mo held Jiang Ruoyun's hand as they stood under the watchful eyes of a host of luxurious guests.

Carrying his "junk," he calmly stepped into this decadent and chaotic arena.

The lobby was very warm, instantly dispelling the chill outside.

Lin Mo had just stepped onto the carpet in the main banquet hall.

Before he could even see where Jiang Jianguo was sitting...

A woman dressed in gold and silver, with a large emerald around her neck, turned around.

She is Jiang Jianguo's younger brother's wife, and Jiang Ruoyun's second aunt. She is known for being gossipy and narrow-minded.

She raised her voice an octave, and her sharp, sarcastic tone instantly drowned out the piano concerto playing in the hall.

"Oh! Ruoyun, you've finally arrived!"

"Is that the cook you found outside, carrying that lump of mud?"

"What's this? You think the hotel chef isn't good enough, so you brought him here to cook a couple of dishes to liven things up for everyone?"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the once noisy banquet hall fell into an eerie silence.

Countless pairs of eyes filled with mockery and ridicule.

They were all pinned to Lin Mo's expensive black suit.

And the earthenware wine jar in his hand, which was dripping dry mud onto the ground.