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

The first rays of sunlight in the morning pierced through the thin morning mist over the island.

The Heartbeat House was still immersed in tranquility.

Besides the kitchen.

Jiang Ruoyun got up very early today, which was unusual for her.

She was wearing a white silk nightgown, with Lin Mo's oversized windbreaker from yesterday that hadn't been washed yet draped over it. The sleeves were rolled up several times, making her look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.

She was standing on tiptoe, rummaging through the cupboard for something.

They moved very carefully, afraid of making even the slightest noise and waking up a certain "pig" who was still catching up on sleep in Building C.

"Since he cooked such delicious fish for me yesterday..."

While humming an unknown tune, Jiang Ruoyun pulled out a tightly wrapped velvet box from deep inside her suitcase.

"Then I'll reluctantly make him a hand-drip coffee myself!"

As the box was opened.

A simple, white porcelain cup with a warm, jade-like luster lies quietly in deep blue velvet.

That's Ding kiln white porcelain.

One of the five famous kilns of the Song Dynasty.

This cup was given to her by her mother, Song Wan, an expert in cultural relic restoration, on her eighteenth birthday.

Although Jiang Ruoyun didn't know anything about antiques, she felt that the cup was light and flimsy, not even as thick as the mug at home.

But Mom said it's called "Mangkou Tear Stains," and it's the one that feels the best to use.

"Use the best cup to soak the most expensive beans."

Jiang Ruoyun carefully held the cup and placed it on the marble table.

Then I started frantically grinding beans and boiling water.

As a pampered young lady who never lifts a finger, this set of movements was no less difficult for her than operating an excavator.

It took a lot of effort to boil the water.

Jiang Ruoyun took a deep breath, holding the priceless cup in both hands, ready to catch the filtered coffee.

Just then.

"Hey! Good morning, Ruoyun!"

A sudden, abrupt voice, filled with a loud, bubbly tone, exploded behind her.

Jiang Ruoyun was already completely focused, her nerves were on edge.

Startled, her hand trembled violently.

The smooth and delicate surface of porcelain is naturally smoother than that of ordinary cups.

Add to that the cold sweat in my palms.

Tragedy struck.

"what!"

Jiang Ruoyun exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously tried to grab him, but it backfired.

That white porcelain cup, like a white dove that has slipped from your grasp, traced a desperate arc in the air.

then.

"Smack!!!"

A crisp, heartbreaking crack echoed through the empty kitchen.

Time seemed to stand still.

Jiang Ruoyun stared blankly at the ground.

The once flawless Ding kiln white porcelain has now been reduced to fragments scattered all over the ground.

Those warm "tear stains" and those rustic "rough edges" are all broken and scattered on the cold floor tiles.

It's like a beautiful dream being shattered by reality.

"My...cup..."

Jiang Ruoyun's voice trembled, and her eyes instantly reddened.

This is not just a cup.

This is a coming-of-age gift from my mother!

It was the only old item she brought to the show that made her feel at ease!

The instigator, Zhao Kuo, was standing innocently in the back, wearing a flashy silk nightgown and holding a freshly made protein powder.

He glanced down at the shards on the ground.

"Oops, it's broken?"

Zhao Kuo had no idea how big of a mess he had made.

In his eyes, it was just an ordinary white cup, without even a logo, and it even looked a bit old.

I guess it's some so-called "minimalist" style item I bought for a few dozen yuan on Taobao.

"You startled me; I thought it was something valuable."

Zhao Kuo shrugged, walked over, and reached out to pat Jiang Ruoyun on the shoulder to comfort her.

"Don't cry, Ruoyun, it's just a broken cup."

"Perfect, out with the old, in with the new."

Zhao Kuo pointed arrogantly at the broken pieces on the ground, his tone filled with the smugness of a nouveau riche:

"I see that your cup is quite old, it doesn't even have a pattern, it's too plain, it doesn't suit your style."

"Well then, to express my apology..."

"I'll have someone send over a complete Hermès tableware set right away! The whole set! The kind with the big 'H' logo!"

"It's a hundred times better than your broken cup!"

The chat room was initially filled with sympathy for Jiang Ruoyun, but upon hearing this, it exploded with anger.

【？？？？？】

[Young Master Zhao, are you really blind or pretending? That's Ding ware white porcelain!]

[A broken cup? Hermes? I'm dying of laughter. Hermes is nothing compared to Ding ware!]

This cup is worth at least seven figures! And it's priceless! Zhao Kuo, can you afford to pay for it?

I could practically hear my heart breaking through the screen... This was a gift from Song Wan!

[Is this what they call elites? All they care about are logos; they have no idea what cultural depth is.]

Jiang Ruoyun completely ignored Zhao Kuo.

She didn't even hear him say "Hermes".

All she could hear was that deafening shattering sound.

"My mom will kill me..."

Jiang Ruoyun sniffed, fighting back tears, and slowly squatted down.

She looked at the fragments as if they were her own broken heart.

That sense of helplessness made her look exceptionally endearing.

Zhao Kuo felt a little embarrassed when Jiang Ruoyun ignored him.

"Ruoyun? Say something."

"If you don't like Hermès, Versace will do! I already have a gold-plated set at home..."

While he was there, incessantly demonstrating his financial power.

The door to the small house in Building C opened.

Lin Mo, wearing flip-flops and with messy hair, was holding a large tea mug and was about to come to the kitchen to get some water.

As soon as I entered the room, I sensed that something was off.

A faint aroma of coffee filled the air, yet there was also a sense of oppressive tension.

He spotted Jiang Ruoyun squatting on the ground at a glance.

The young lady, who was usually full of energy and followed him around complaining of being hungry, was now curled up in a ball, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Meanwhile, Zhao Kuo, that annoying fellow, was standing right next to him, spitting as he spoke.

Let's move our gaze downwards.

Lin Mo saw the shards scattered all over the ground.

His brows furrowed instantly.

As a top cultural relic restorer in his previous life, his sensitivity to porcelain is ingrained in his bones.

Just one glance.

From the broken surface of the fetus, and the warm, ivory-white hue on the fragments.

He recognized where the thing came from.

"Ding ware?"

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

Good guy.

This spendthrift woman is actually using an antique as a coffee cup?

And it was even dropped?

If the veteran curators of those museums saw this, they'd probably have a heart attack on the spot.

"Ruoyun, don't stay silent, get up quickly, the ground is cold."

Zhao Kuo, oblivious to the situation, kept urging, "I'll call the cleaning staff to sweep it up right now. This piece of junk is just too sharp to leave untouched..."

Jiang Ruoyun remained motionless.

She stretched out a fair but slightly trembling hand, trying to pick up the largest piece of shard.

That was part of the cup, with a little bit of coffee residue still on it.

My fingers haven't even touched the fragments yet.

The sharp porcelain blade gleamed coldly in the morning light.

"Don't move."

A deep, even stern voice suddenly rang out above her head.

Jiang Ruoyun's hand trembled, and she subconsciously stopped in mid-air.

She looked up.

Through her teary eyes, she saw Lin Mo's expressionless, even somewhat serious face.

Lin Mo neither looked at Zhao Kuo nor at the priceless antique fragment.

He squatted down and knelt on one knee in front of Jiang Ruoyun.

then.

That long, strong hand grasped Jiang Ruoyun's wrist, which was reaching to pick up the broken pieces, with utmost naturalness and an undeniable air of authority.

The palm was warm, with a reassuring pressure.

"Don't you want your hand anymore?"

Lin Mo looked at her red eyes; although his tone was fierce, his gaze was incredibly soft.

"These sharp porcelain shards can be picked up by hand?"