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

The air in the living room seemed to freeze, carrying a nauseating, bitter smell.

The bottle of "special bitter melon juice" located in the center of the table had an eerie dark green sheen under the light.

Not only that, the production team added a whole tube of wasabi to it in order to create some drama. The pungent smell was so strong that just smelling it could blow your mind.

"Come on, everyone, sit down."

The director, holding a megaphone, grinned like a landlady waiting for a good show.

"The rules are simple: the person who draws the Joker must answer one question from the person who draws the King."

"The truth must be the truth."

"You don't have to answer..."

The director pointed to the bottle of biological weapon: "Drink this 'Meng Po soup,' and this round is over."

Lin Mo sat in the far corner of the sofa, his whole body in a fluid, paralyzed posture.

He had just tried to leave under the pretext of "penalty for breach of contract," but the director forced him to stay, saying, "The contract states that you must cooperate with group activities, otherwise the penalty for breach of contract will double."

"What a tragedy..."

Lin Mo sighed, holding the iconic large, chipped tea mug in his arms, taking sips every now and then.

Everyone assumed he was drinking goji berry health tea, since he had been maintaining his "old cadre" persona for the past few days.

Actually, it was a can of cola that he had just poured out of the refrigerator.

To avoid being nagged by Jiang Ruoyun, that meddlesome woman, about it being "unhealthy," he deliberately threw in two shredded ginger pieces.

This is called punk health preservation.

As long as I can't see the bubbles, it's Chinese medicine.

"Are you really going to play?"

Jiang Ruoyun stared at the bottle of bitter melon juice, her face turning pale. She instinctively shrank closer to Lin Mo. "That's too cruel..."

"Play! We absolutely have to play!"

Zhao Kuo suddenly spoke loudly.

Today he specially changed into a flashy burgundy velvet pajama set, swirling a wine glass in his hand, his eyes gleaming with an almost perverted excitement.

Just ten minutes ago, he received a WeChat message from his ex-girlfriend, Su Qing.

It's all "dirt" on Lin Mo.

Phrases like "penniless," "piled up with debt," "climbed the social ladder by relying on women," and "couldn't even afford a Western meal before"...

Zhao Kuo looked at his phone, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

He exchanged a glance with Lin Chacha next to him.

The two understood each other without saying a word.

This round wasn't even a game.

This is the execution platform prepared for Lin Mo!

It was a meticulously planned "Feast at Hongmen"!

They want to use the guise of "truth or dare" to peel off Lin Mo's "master" facade and completely destroy him!

"Start drawing cards!"

With the director's command.

Several guests nervously reached out and each drew a card from the stack of cards with skulls printed on the back.

All the shots were zoomed in for close-ups, capturing the micro-expressions on everyone's faces.

"Ah! I am a commoner!"

The male guest who hadn't really stood out breathed a sigh of relief and revealed his card.

"I'm just an ordinary citizen, I was terrified..."

Another female guest patted her chest.

"Hehe, looks like luck is on my side."

Lin Chacha giggled and slammed the cards in her hand onto the table.

【king】.

The little man wearing a crown on the card is laughing extremely arrogantly.

Lin Chacha's big eyes, covered with false eyelashes, immediately scanned the field like a radar, finally locking onto Lin Mo, who was drinking "tea" in the corner.

"Oh dear, I wonder which unlucky soul drew the Joker card?"

All eyes turned to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was about to casually throw the cards in his hand into the trash can when he heard this and paused.

He slowly turned over the cards.

A grinning clown was mocking him.

【Joker】.

"Oh my god..."

Lin Mo muttered something, rolled her eyes, and said, "With odds like that, how come I never win the lottery?"

The chat room erupted in excitement; everyone loved watching the drama unfold.

Holy crap! The very first game is a complete disaster?!

[Cha Cha is the king, Lin Mo is the ghost? This combination is cursed!]

I have a feeling Lin Chacha won't ask any good questions; that woman is full of bad intentions.

Zhao Kuo was grinning from ear to ear; there was definitely something fishy going on!

[Lin Mo is in danger! If we can't get some answers out of him, that bottle of bitter melon juice could be fatal!]

really.

Lin Chacha did not rush to ask questions.

She pretended to think for a moment, twirling the ends of her hair with her fingers, leaning slightly forward, and striking an innocent pose:

"Oh dear, what should I ask Brother Lin Mo?"

"Asking about relationships? That seems too cliché."

"Ask about talents? Everyone's tired of seeing that."

Her eyes darted around, and she looked at Zhao Kuo beside her, feigning confusion:

"Young Master Zhao, what do you think are the most important things for boys these days?"

Zhao Kuo immediately chimed in, swirling the wine in his glass, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"That's of course, career and economic foundation."

"After all, a man can't stand tall if he doesn't have money in his pocket."

"Some people are talented, but can talent put food on the table? Can it buy handbags for your girlfriend?"

The two of them, singing in unison, practically had "I'm going to cause trouble" written all over their faces.

Jiang Ruoyun wasn't stupid; of course, she sensed something was wrong, and her brows furrowed instantly.

"Chacha, it's just a game, don't ask any inappropriate questions."

Jiang Ruoyun said coldly, "This is a dating reality show, not a census check."

"Oh, Sister Ruoyun, you're already feeling sorry for her?"

Lin Chacha covered her mouth and chuckled, but her eyes were full of malice. "Don't worry, I was just asking casually to help the fans understand the real Lin Mo."

"After all, everyone calls him a 'treasure boy,' so we need to know whether that treasure contains gold or stones, right?"

After saying that, she stopped smiling.

See the picture poorly.

"Brother Lin Mo."

Lin Chacha's voice suddenly rose a few decibels to ensure that everyone in the live stream could hear her clearly:

"Rumors are circulating online that you signed a contract with an exorbitant penalty for breach of contract in order to buy a bag for your ex-girlfriend, and now you are heavily in debt."

"Besides, the way you slack off every day doesn't look like you're working a proper job."

The entire room fell silent instantly.

This is a very pointed question.

It's like rubbing salt into someone's wound, and doing it with a loudspeaker.

To expose someone's debt in front of tens of millions of viewers is no longer a game; it's an insult.

Zhao Kuo was trying so hard to suppress his laughter that his face was twitching.

He gave Lin Chacha a thumbs-up under the table.

Well done!

This is called striking the snake at its vital point!

Lin Chacha stared at Lin Mo with a piercing gaze, finally posing that crucial question:

"So, people are very curious."

"Putting aside those fancy talents, as a man..."

What is your current bank account balance?

"Is that enough to treat Sister Ruoyun to a decent dinner?"

boom!

The live stream chat exploded.

That's outrageous! That's incredibly rude!

Is this the truth? This is public execution!

[Lin Chacha, get out of the entertainment industry! How could you ask such a question!]

But... I'm also quite curious, just how much money does Lin Mo have?

[It's over, it's over, Lin Mo is going to be in big trouble now. To say too much would be a lie, to say too little would be to say he's a poor bastard.]

Jiang Ruoyun panicked and suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

"Cha Cha! This question involves personal privacy! Lin Mo doesn't have to answer it!"

"At worst, I'll drink this bitter melon juice for him!"

As she spoke, she reached for the bottle of green poison.

"fine."

A hand gently pressed down on Jiang Ruoyun's arm, pulling her back to her seat.

Lin Mo remained in that Ge You slouch position.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

His face showed none of the panic, shame, or embarrassment that Zhao Kuo had expected.

He remained as calm as if he were listening to the neighbor asking, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Slurp—"

Lin Mo slowly took a sip of the cola ginger soup in his thermos, enjoying the sensation of the carbonated bubbles bursting in his throat.

then.

He put down his cup, looked at Lin Chacha, and then glanced at Zhao Kuo, who was gloating.

A faint, ambiguous smile curved at the corners of his lips.

"Balance?"

Lin Mo's voice was languid, yet it stood out clearly in the deathly silence of the entire room.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of millions of people.

She held up five long, slender, fair fingers.

"This number."