The alarm sounds! A heart rate of 145 doesn't lie!

The living room of the Heartbeat Cottage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Only the medical-grade heart rate monitor continued to emit a steady, monotonous "beep...beep..." sound.

Lin Mo made no unnecessary movements; he didn't even touch Jiang Ruoyun with a single finger. He simply maintained that extremely imposing semi-embracing posture, placing his large palms on the back of the sofa and leaning slightly forward.

The refreshing scent of an adult male, mixed with a faint herbal fragrance, instantly enveloped this usually aloof and dignified young lady from Beijing's elite circles.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Mo's magnetic voice, with a slightly languid and husky tone as if he had just woken up, suddenly exploded in Jiang Ruoyun's extremely sensitive ears.

"How did it feel when you touched my abs this afternoon?"

These words were like a high-voltage current, instantly piercing Jiang Ruoyun's cerebral cortex through her eardrums!

The scene on the beach volleyball court that afternoon replayed wildly in her mind like a high-definition movie.

That oversized sun-protective clothing was being blown about by the sea breeze.

Hidden beneath the clothes was a waist with extremely smooth lines and terrifying explosive power.

And the scalding, hard sensation she felt when she poked it with her fingertip, as if she were possessed by a demon.

She even shamelessly blurted out, "So hard."

boom--!

Jiang Ruoyun's originally fair and radiant cheeks instantly flushed a startling crimson at a visible speed. This blush spread like wildfire, reaching all the way to her long, slender swan neck, and even her delicate earlobes turned so red they seemed to bleed.

The detector, which had been beating steadily, suddenly emitted a very strange thud.

The numbers on the screen flickered.

It jumped from 95 to 106!

Zhou Yuxuan, who had been standing to the side waiting to see the joke, froze instantly with a cold smile.

"Is...is this machine broken?" Zhao Kuo's eyes widened, and he took a step forward in disbelief. He had seen it clearly just now; Lin Mo hadn't done anything, not even uttered a single disgusting love confession!

Lin Mo remained in that position without moving.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the girl who was so close to him, whose breathing was completely disordered. A hint of mischievousness flashed across his deep eyes.

Instead of stepping back, he lowered his head by half an inch.

A low, resonant laugh, carried on his hot breath, sprayed onto Jiang Ruoyun's neck once more.

"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything? Even Miss Jiang can be shy?"

"Beep beep beep beep beep!!!"

This extremely faint laugh became the final straw that broke Jiang Ruoyun's composure.

The medical-grade heart rate monitor, which was slowly climbing, suddenly emitted an extremely piercing red alarm!

The sound was so loud it was like an air raid siren, echoing wildly throughout the living room of the Heartbeat House!

Everyone gasped, staring intently at the crazed screen.

The numbers were completely out of control, skyrocketing at a terrifying speed!

110!

125!

135!

It directly broke through the physiological limit threshold of 145 BPM!

"Ah!" Jiang Ruoyun let out a cry of extreme shame and indignation.

She blushed so deeply she looked like a shrimp just pulled from boiling water. Her mind completely blank, she suddenly reached out and shoved away the chest radiating intense heat in front of her.

Then, this chaebol heiress, who usually maintains a socialite demeanor even when walking, curled up on the sofa, covered her face with her hands, and buried her head deep in her knees, looking like an ostrich facing danger.

"Lin Mo! You...you shut up! Don't say another word!"

The girl's muffled voice came from between her knees, trembling slightly and revealing an undisguised panic.

Lin Mo was pushed aside, but he stood up straight with great composure and straightened the slightly wrinkled hem of his white T-shirt.

His face still wore that "I didn't do anything, I'm innocent, I just want to get off work early" expression.

He slowly turned around, his deep gaze falling on Zhou Yuxuan, who was already petrified.

At this moment, Zhou Yuxuan's face was beyond ugly. It went from pale to ashen, and then to a deep purplish-red, as if a spectacular dyeing workshop had been opened.

He had just tried everything – a wall slam, sweet words, deep eye contact – but all he got in return was Jiang Ruoyun's unmoving 68 BPM. She even complained that his perfume was too pungent.

Lin Mo simply walked over, bent down, and whispered something that wasn't even picked up by the microphone.

145 BPM!

That's the difference. This isn't a defeat in skill; it's an absolute, overwhelming blow stemming from male hormones and biological instincts!

Lin Mo, with one hand in his loose sweatpants pocket, pointed to the device that was still flashing red light wildly and asked in an extremely sincere tone:

"Teacher Zhou, this machine is yours. Are you planning to braise it or steam it?"

The air fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Kuo swallowed hard and silently took two steps back, afraid that the fire would spread to him.

Lin Mo seemed to think that wasn't enough. Looking at Zhou Yuxuan's face, which looked like it was about to shatter, he added seriously, "However, this medical instrument is indeed a bit large, and the material is also hard."

"You usually only eat rare Wagyu beef, so your stomach is delicate. You might choke if you force yourself to eat it. I suggest slicing it and deep-frying it. I happen to have a piece of pork fat that I can lend you."

Murder and kill!

The ultimate way to kill someone is to destroy their spirit!

Zhou Yuxuan's lips trembled violently. He wanted to refute, to curse Lin Mo for cheating, but the piercing alarm continued to beep, like an extremely loud slap, repeatedly striking his face.

At this moment, the comments on major live streaming platforms have gone completely crazy, and the traffic monitoring curves in the server backend show an extremely strange vertical surge!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! This alarm almost killed me! My heart rate is 145, is it about to take off?!]

[Where is the head-pressing team?! What sassy thing did Lin Shen say?! Why aren't they giving the microphone a close-up?! Production team, are you trying to quit?!]

[Sisters who understand lip reading, please translate this! I'd trade ten years of being single for what Lin Shen just said!]

[The translation is here! Although it's only a side profile, I zoomed in frame by frame to see it clearly! Lin Shen said: "When you touched my abs this afternoon, did they feel good?"]

【Aaaaaaaah! Help! This car wheel ran right over my face! Is this really something I can see for free?!】

[What the hell, braised or steamed?! Lin Shen's mouth is practically coated with arsenic! Zhou Dingliu's face turned green, hahaha!]

[Without comparison, there is no harm. Even the most skilled actor, using every trick in the book, can't withstand a single, casual flirtatious remark from Lin Shen.]

What does this mean? It means that the young lady's body doesn't resist him at all!

They've definitely pledged their lives to each other! This physiological reaction doesn't lie! It's an absolutely exclusive instinct!

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the capital, in the Jiang family's expansive and extremely luxurious hillside villa.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud exploded in the huge private home theater.

Jiang Jianguo, the current head of the Jiang Group and the richest man in Beijing whose every move makes the entire business world tremble, is now jumping up from the leather sofa without any regard for his image.

He had been playing with a pair of priceless, top-quality lion's head walnuts, but in his excitement, he smashed them onto the expensive carpet.

On the projector's huge 100-inch screen, the chilling red number "145" was frozen in time, along with the image of Lin Mo leaning down and whispering in Jiang Ruoyun's ear.

Jiang Jianguo was frantic, running around the living room like a cat on a hot tin roof, his hands frantically searching the pockets of his silk pajamas: "Where's my medicine! Where's my blood pressure medication?!"

The butler, standing to the side, broke out in a cold sweat and quickly handed over warm water and some pills, saying, "Master, please calm down and take care of yourself!"

"How can I calm down?!" Jiang Jianguo swallowed the pill, pointed at Lin Mo on the screen, his beard trembling with anger, and let out a series of furious roars.

"That scoundrel! That country bumpkin! How dare he get so close to Ruoyun! He's practically touching her face! What kind of behavior is this!"

"And what do you mean by 'touching abs'?! When did Ruoyun ever touch his abs?! I, her father, have pampered her since she was little, never letting her touch even a single hair of hers, and she actually went and touched some random guy's belly?!"

Jiang Jianguo grew increasingly furious, his eyes blazing with anger. He grabbed the butler by the collar: "Call the company's legal department right now! Have them draft a lawyer's letter for me tonight! I'm suing him! Suing him for sexual harassment! Send him to jail to work on a sewing machine!"

housekeeper:"........."

"Alright, it's late at night, just shut up."

A gentle, cool, yet extremely authoritative voice drifted from behind the mahogany tea table beside them.

She held a cup of freshly brewed premium Da Hong Pao tea in her hand, gently blew away the steam from the surface of the water, and gracefully took a sip.

She raised her head, and her sharp eyes, hidden behind her gold-rimmed glasses, glanced indifferently at her furious husband.

With just one glance, Jiang Jianguo, who had seemed ready to destroy the world, instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, his arrogance diminishing considerably.

"Wife, didn't you see? That guy is taking advantage of our daughter!" Jiang Jianguo leaned over with a wronged look on his face, like a child complaining.

Song Wan put down her teacup and let out an extremely contemptuous sneer: "Taking advantage? What's with the lawyer's letter? Which eye of yours saw Xiao Lin taking advantage?"

She extended her perfectly maintained, slender fingers and pointed to the replay on the screen: "Take a closer look. Not only did Xiao Lin not show any skin, he didn't even touch your daughter with a single finger. His hands were resting on the sofa the whole time, maintaining an absolutely gentlemanly distance."

"But...but his heart rate is already 145!" Jiang Jianguo was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

Song Wan pushed up her glasses, her smile now wide and undisguised: "That's because your daughter is so weak. No one even touched her, but just a word, a glance, and she's already got her heart racing, unable to even lift her head. What do you call that?"

Song Wan paused, her tone filled with extreme admiration for Lin Mo: "That's called personal charisma. That's called absolute mental dominance."

"Look at that Zhou Yuxuan, flaunting himself like a peacock displaying its plumage. Ruoyun doesn't even want to look at him twice. Then look at Xiaolin, calm and collected, hitting the nail on the head. This composure, this control over the situation, is something that an ordinary person can't have."

As Song Wan looked at the young man on the screen who, despite the shock of the entire audience, still kept his hands in his pockets and had a Zen-like expression, the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Old Jiang, you have to admit it. Our top-quality cabbage, which we've nurtured for twenty-two years, has truly met its match. And this matchmaker not only understands kintsugi and ancient techniques, but also has such sophisticated methods of manipulating people's hearts. This son-in-law is becoming more and more interesting to watch."

Jiang Jianguo clutched the bottle of blood pressure medication in his hand, listening to his wife's undisguised praise of that poor young man, and looking at his own wife's worthless, desperate appearance on the screen. He felt like crying, and his blood pressure was about to spike again.

……

Meanwhile, inside the island cabin.

Zhou Yuxuan's pride had been completely crushed into dust by Lin Mo's decisive question, "Braised or steamed?"

His carefully maintained "cool and aloof genius" persona and his proud flirting skills became a complete joke in front of this lazy man who couldn't even be bothered to change his clothes.

Zhou Yuxuan gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently.

He knew that he was now firmly nailed to the pillar of shame, ridiculed by the entire internet.

Staying on this show for even a second longer would only make him a more pathetic foil.

That night, from the luxury ocean-view room in Building A, came the sound of extremely agitated and hurried packing.