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

"Bang--!"

A deafening bang came from the control room backstage of the Heartbeat House.

A high-definition camera worth over 100,000 yuan was kicked to the ground by Zhao Kuo, whose eyes were bloodshot, and the lens shattered instantly.

"I'm not recording anymore! Withdraw your investment! Withdraw your investment immediately!"

Zhao Kuo roared wildly in the cramped control room like a wild beast that had been completely enraged, with the veins on his neck bulging.

"Who does he think he is? A penniless locksmith! He dares to frame me in front of a national audience?!"

"When have I, Zhao Kuo, ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace!"

Lin Mo's nonchalant words in the live stream just now were like a resounding slap in the face, delivered hard to his cheek in front of tens of millions of people.

Now the whole internet knows that the goddess Zhao Gongzi spent tens of millions to woo is actually a high-end escort who cheated on him with a balding old man!

He became a complete scapegoat, a total victim!

How is he supposed to get along with the rich second-generation circles in Beijing now?!

"Young Master Zhao! Please calm down, Young Master Zhao!"

The director, Fatty Wang, was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and scrambled over to grab Zhao Kuo's arm tightly.

"You absolutely cannot withdraw from the competition now! If you leave now, the online public opinion will be completely out of control!"

"Everyone will just think you were too ashamed to face anyone and ran away in embarrassment!"

Wang Pangzi's words were like a bucket of cold water, slightly extinguishing the anger on Zhao Kuo's head.

Zhao Kuo gasped for breath, gritting his teeth, "Then what do you suggest we do? Are you suggesting I go back and keep looking at that poor bastard's face? I'm afraid I'll lose my temper and stab him to death!"

"Leave it to me! Leave it to me!"

Fatty Wang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a shrewd and ruthless glint in his eyes.

"This Lin Mo is indeed an uncontrollable time bomb. He talks nonsense and has completely ruined the script of our program."

"And his nonchalant, 'I'm not afraid of boiling water' attitude is seriously tarnishing our high-class dating reality show image!"

Fatty Wang took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and quickly spoke to Zhao Kuo.

"I've already come up with a plan."

"Let's immediately change the rules, activate the emergency plan, and rightfully kick him out!"

"Then, you'll make him slink away with his tail between his legs, and won't you get your revenge?"

Zhao Kuo stared intently at Fatty Wang, his chest heaving violently a few times, before finally letting out a cold snort.

"Okay! I'll trust you one more time!"

"I want him to be voted out of this industry by the entire internet, like a stray dog!"

……

Ten minutes later.

The previously dark live stream room suddenly flickered and the screen returned to normal.

Because of the shocking revelation, the live stream not only didn't lose followers, but instead attracted even more onlookers eager to watch the drama unfold.

The number of online users has exceeded a staggering 30 million!

The barrage of comments instantly covered the entire screen like snowflakes.

[It's back! It's back! Director, you finally decided to reconnect the signal!]

What just happened? I think I heard Zhao Kuo slamming the table?

Did a fight break out? Did Young Master Zhao make a move?

[Latest update: Su Qing's Weibo has been completely flooded with criticism, forcing her to disable the comments section! The balding old man has also been identified—he's a coal mine owner!]

Where's Lin Mo? Is my brother Mo alright?

The scene cuts back to the living room.

The atmosphere remained strangely stiff.

Zhao Kuo sat on the sofa, his face so gloomy it could drip water, not even glancing at Lin Mo.

Lin Chacha was also extremely uncomfortable, barely daring to breathe.

Lin Mo, however, still maintained his distinctive "Ge You slouch".

He even refilled his glass of cola ginger soup, slowly blowing on the steam, as if the storm that had just erupted, enough to cause a major earthquake in the entertainment industry, was just a trivial breeze.

Just then, the chief director, Fatty Wang, walked into the center of the living room with a megaphone and a serious expression.

All the cameras were immediately pointed at him.

"Distinguished guests, dear audience members."

Fatty Wang cleared his throat and adopted an extremely official posture.

"Given the unforeseen circumstances that occurred during the game segment just now... in order to quell the controversy and to make our program more fair and transparent."

"After an emergency meeting, the production team has decided to make a major adjustment to the upcoming competition format!"

Upon hearing this, all the guests were stunned.

The viewers in the live stream also perked up their ears.

Fatty Wang held up a task card in his hand and announced loudly:

"Starting next week, which is tomorrow, we will officially begin the [Heartbeat Voting Elimination System]!"

"We will open a real-time online voting channel, allowing millions of viewers to decide whether the guests stay or leave!"

Every Sunday night, the male and female guests with the lowest number of votes will be eliminated and leave the Heartbeat House!

The moment this rule was announced, the live chat exploded with excitement.

Holy crap! Are they going this far? A nationwide referendum?!

Isn't this just the formula of talent shows? And they've transplanted it into a dating reality show?

[This is exciting! Now whoever has the most popularity has the most say!]

[Is the production team deliberately stirring things up? It's clearly targeting someone!]

It is indeed targeting someone.

After Wang Pangzi finished speaking, he glanced at Lin Mo seemingly casually, a barely perceptible sneer flashing in his eyes.

Lin Mo is a loser who does nothing but eat and sleep all day, has no talent to show, and has even offended capital.

How could they possibly compare to those elite guests who meticulously dress up every day and spend money to buy trending topics?

He is dead!

To ensure Lin Mo's departure was a foregone conclusion and to prevent him from bringing up the breach of contract penalty again, Fatty Wang dropped one last bombshell.

"Furthermore, I want to make one point specifically here!"

Fatty Wang raised his voice.

"This elimination was due to a change in the program's rules, which is considered force majeure."

Therefore, guests eliminated through the "heartbeat vote" will not bear any liability for breach of contract!

"In other words..."

Fatty Wang paused, then said, enunciating each word clearly, "No need to pay any penalty for breach of contract!"

Om-!

This sentence might just be a supplementary explanation to others.

But for Lin Mo, who was in the corner, it was no less than a thunderclap that shook the heavens and the earth!

Lin Mo, who had been sprawled on the sofa like a lump of mud, was stunned the moment he heard the words "no penalty for breach of contract".

He froze completely.

Followed by.

His eyes, which were usually half-drooping and lifeless, suddenly shot out two beams of light that were even more dazzling than searchlights!

No penalty for breach of contract?!

Does having the lowest number of votes mean you can legally and legitimately get rid of someone?!

A debt of five million, just vanished into thin air like that?!

Lin Mo felt his blood boiling at that moment!

With a "whoosh" sound!

Lin Mo launched himself off the sofa with a terrifying speed that was completely out of character for his usual lazy demeanor.

He stepped over the coffee table and, to everyone's astonishment, grabbed Fatty Wang's hands.

Wang Pangzi was startled and instinctively tried to back away: "Lin...Lin Mo, what do you want to do? I'm warning you, this is a live broadcast..."

"director!"

Lin Mo gripped Wang Pangzi's greasy, chubby hands tightly, shaking them excitedly, his voice even trembling slightly.

"Is everything you just said true?"

"So, if you get the fewest votes, you can just get out immediately? And you don't have to pay a single penny?"

Fatty Wang was dizzy from being shaken around, but looking at Lin Mo's "desperate for money" appearance, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Keep pretending! Let's see how long you can keep up this act!

"That's right." Fatty Wang forcefully pulled his hand back and said coldly, "It's all in black and white, witnessed by the entire internet. As long as your votes are at the bottom, you can pack your bags and leave immediately."

"Very good!"

Lin Mo slapped his thigh, his eyes reddening with excitement.

He looked at Fatty Wang with the same gaze he would give a living bodhisattva radiating golden light.

"Thank you, Director! You're like a second parent to me!"

"I don't want to work a single day of this lousy job! If you had come up with this rule earlier, would I be forced to work every day?"

The entire room fell silent.

Zhao Kuo was dumbfounded.

Lin Chacha was stunned.

Fatty Wang was also stunned.

This guy... shouldn't he be feeling despair and fear? Why does he look more excited than if he won the lottery?!

Doesn't he know what leaving this stage means? It means utter disgrace! It means losing the chance to become a huge star!

However, Lin Mo's excitement was genuine.

Lin Mo straightened up, feeling extremely happy.

He didn't even bother to look at Zhao Kuo and Lin Chacha again, his hands in the pockets of his faded gray sweatpants, humming an unknown cheerful tune.

She walked towards her room with extremely light steps.

That silhouette exuded an undisguised, ecstatic joy at the imminent release from prison.

The living room was completely silent.

Everyone was completely baffled by Lin Mo's unconventional actions.

Only Jiang Ruoyun, sitting in the corner of the sofa, quietly watched Lin Mo's departing figure.

The young lady from Beijing's richest family had completely lost her appetite for potato chips.

She looked at Lin Mo, who was so excited about being able to leave her and the show that he could barely walk.

A dangerous glint gradually appeared in his usually cold eyes.

Want to go?

It's not easy to find someone who cooks so well, isn't afraid of her getting angry, and even pats her head as a long-term meal ticket.

Now you actually think you can just pack your bags and leave?

No way!

"Lin Mo can't leave, I told you," Jiang Ruoyun said quietly to herself.