Chapter 31: The Soft Sweet Song Star
“One more time, pretty please...”
Liu Yan's sultry voice sent a shiver down Lin Zimo's spine. He rolled aside in a flash, bolting out the door as he called back.
“Liu Yan-jie, give the place a once-over. If it's all good, just refund my deposit straight to WeChat. I've got stuff to handle—gotta run.”
Satisfying her once was already charity from Lin Zimo.
Did she really think he'd leave his entire lineage behind here?
In her dreams!
“What's so bad about one more round with me?”
Liu Yan glared at Lin Zimo's swiftly retreating back, biting her red lip in frustration.
“Lin Zimo, the more you run, the more it turns me on. I refuse to believe a woman like me can't reel you in. Try living on another planet if you dare.”
She glanced at Lin Zimo's rental info and contact details, a seductive smile curling her lips.
……
Lin Zimo reached the parking lot to find a crowd swarming his Lexus LS, snapping photos like paparazzi.
The area was packed with urban villages full of migrant workers, their rides mostly cheap sedans in the ten- or twenty-grand range.
Then bam—a million-plus luxury beast shows up, drawing every eye like a magnet.
“This ride's insanely cool! Lexus, right? Wonder if I'll ever own one...”
A delivery guy gushed with pure envy.
“Gotta be over a hundred grand with that setup. I can't even afford an extra egg in my instant noodles—life's so unfair. Make way... lemme shoot a TikTok vid.”
“Luxury whips like this are rare as hell. I'll do a breakdown for Kuaishou too. Check it—flawless hood curves extending forward. Tail design that's elegant and spot-on. Dynamic waistline, headlights blending soft grace with sporty flair. Overall, it screams refined sophistication...”
……
Lin Zimo watched the gawkers, a flashback hitting him hard: that used to be him, drooling over someone else's dream machine.
Luckily, now the keys were in his pocket.
He checked the time—his appointment with the realtor was closing in. Squeezing through, he said politely,
“Sorry, folks, mind making a gap? I need to get in.”
The packed crowd erupted.
“Get in? It's jammed already—wait till I finish this video!”
“Yeah, everyone's queuing up. No cutting!”
Lin Zimo sighed, pulling out his key fob and hitting the button. The headlights flashed bright.
“Apologies, but I've got an emergency. Need to hop in and roll out.”
His towering frame and deep, resonant voice commanded instant attention.
“Holy shit! Where'd this tall, smoking-hot hunk drop from?!”
“No way! The luxury ride's his?!”
“Handsome, free tonight? Dinner on me?”
……
Lin Zimo's chiseled looks and 188cm stature left them stunned. In the south, guys that tall were unicorns—he stood out like a crane among chickens.
Girls—and a few bold guys—surged forward, begging for WeChat, dinner dates, you name it.
Those hungry eyes had Lin Zimo diving into the Lexus like it was a bunker.
Sliding behind the wheel, he drew on the system's pro-level driving skills and leaned on the horn.
Hoooonk! The engine roared to life. Amid gasps and jealous stares, he peeled out.
On the road, he grabbed an ice-cold cola from a convenience store to steady his nerves.
The system's 98 Charm points were no joke—everyone loved him, no exaggeration.
Even at the store, girls and women flushed pink, eyes locked, hitting him up for contacts.
The adoration was a rush, sure—but in crowds, it turned into a headache.
Black face mask on, he dodged the feeding frenzy wherever he went.
Next stop: Zhujiang Dijing in the city center. He snagged a 200-square-meter, fully furnished 4-bed 2-hall penthouse high-rise—appliances included, just move-in ready.
30k monthly, two months' deposit plus one—90k gone from his 6-million-plus balance. Not a twinge of regret.
Stocked with essentials, Lin Zimo lounged on the panoramic balcony, sipping tea like a king surveying his domain.
Skyscrapers sprawled below, the city laid bare: iconic small-bar-waist tower, prime river views.
A jungle of steel, brick, and glass—towers rising in jagged harmony.
Blue sky shattered into shards on those windows, dazzling with reflected glare.
He'd passed here dreaming of this view countless times. Now, it was his.
Gazing over the metropolis, a surge of ambition swelled in Lin Zimo's chest.
Expectations for tomorrow. Hunger for the fight. Unyielding grip on his dreams.
Meanwhile...
At the standalone luxury villa on Ersha Island.
Genius songstress Shi Luoyin, soft and sweet, reclined on a plush imperial concubine chaise. Her lace dress hugged her graceful curves.
Paper and pen in hand, she scribbled at a melody—her exquisite, sugary face twisted in irritation.
“Aaaah, this sucks! How's a girl who's never even dated supposed to write a love song?!”
She chucked the paper and pen onto the sofa, her long, milky-white feet stomping the half-finished score in a frenzy.
“All technique, zero heart. How'd I churn out crap like this?”
Then—ding! Her phone chimed.
Shi Luoyin picked it up, tapping into an APP ad with curious eyes. She muttered,
“The world's gone this far? Boyfriends on share? Even my 5G can't keep up...”
Ding! Enter your ideal boyfriend specs, meeting spot, and rental duration...
Shi Luoyin was a stunner—sweet-faced, talented composer and singer. Admirers lined up.
But suitors? Either after her body or her bankroll, eyes dripping lust.
The rare sincere ones? Looks didn't cut it; no sparks.
At 21, still single.
But god, she craved a sugary romance! Especially now, love-song block hitting peak frustration.
Just 9,980 bucks—no loss, no fooling. Unsatisfied? Seven-day no-questions refund.
Why not order up?
“Specs: Looks gotta match mine—hot guy with beauty queen, perfect pair. Music knowledge a plus for chats, cooking skills too—can't let other girls' boyfriends outshine mine!”
“Money? Mid-tier's fine, matches my level. Don't want to turn into 'The Vanishing Girl.' Bonus if he knows martial arts—safety vibes, bad guys no problem.”
“And romance pro—make me feel that sweet love buzz. One week rental...”
Shi Luoyin finished filling out the form, figuring no guy could hit all that. But submitted anyway.