A Dreamy Confession! The 5 Yuan Penalty for Breach of Contract

Inside the cramped bamboo bed shelter, only the sounds of the raging wind and rain outside could be heard.

The thunder that ripped through the night had just rolled across the sky, and the entire deserted island seemed to tremble as if shaken by the power of heaven and earth.

However, for Jiang Ruoyun at this moment, even the loudest thunder was nothing compared to the weak murmur in her ear.

The man's chin was pressed firmly against the crook of her neck.

The terrifying heat penetrated the thin fabric, as if it were about to burn her skin through.

Lin Mo kept his eyes tightly closed, and his lips, which usually wore a lazy smile and seemed indifferent to everything, were now completely bloodless.

The dry, chapped lips parted slightly, unconsciously making soft, crackling sounds.

"Don't...don't come near me...you'll get it."

This hoarse whisper carried a deep sense of despair and helplessness.

It was as if a wounded lone wolf was using its last bit of strength to push away those who tried to get close to its wound.

Jiang Ruoyun's eyes instantly turned red.

Her heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain so intense that even her breathing became intermittent.

She suppressed the stinging pain in her nose, turned her head slightly, and brought her ear even closer to his burning lips.

"I'm not leaving..."

Jiang Ruoyun's voice trembled violently: "I'm not afraid of being a burden to Lin Mo."

Perhaps it was the soft touch, or perhaps it was the call piercing through the fog of the nightmare.

This caused the high-level, solid defense that Lin Mo had built in his subconscious to finally collapse completely at this moment.

His brows furrowed in pain, forming a tight knot.

His long, strong fingers unconsciously gripped the fabric behind Jiang Ruoyun's back, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"That... unfair contract..."

He uttered words haltingly, accompanied by heavy breathing.

"Five million... penalty for breach of contract..."

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Ruoyun gasped sharply.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably.

But Lin Mo's ramblings continued. He seemed to be trapped in a quagmire from which he could never wake up, desperately trying to break free, but only sinking deeper and deeper.

"I can't... drag you down... I'm not good enough for you..."

"I want to be eliminated... Let me go..."

"I want to make money..."

Each word was like an ice pick coated with deadly poison.

It pierced Jiang Ruoyun's already clenched heart ruthlessly and mercilessly.

She was completely stunned.

It felt as if a Category 12 hurricane swept through my mind, instantly overturning all the doubts of the past.

Those details she had overlooked, those scenes that made her both angry and amused, flashed wildly before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

No wonder.

No wonder that on his first day at the Heartbeat House, among a group of glamorous male and female guests, he chose without hesitation the drafty and leaky storage room in Building C.

No wonder everyone is desperately trying to showcase their talents, cultivate a persona, and talk about finance and art in front of the camera.

He always wore faded shorts and worn-out flip-flops, carrying a large stainless steel tea mug, and slept soundly in a rocking chair.

No wonder he is an expert in ancient building restoration and was able to build this moisture-proof bamboo bed by hand using mortise and tenon joints.

No wonder he can make beggar's chicken comparable to a state banquet, and play heavenly music with a broken bamboo flute that can outshine even the top celebrities.

But he always pretends to be a good-for-nothing who can't do anything right and can't get enough of anything.

He even bowed sincerely to the camera every day, begging the audience not to vote for him and to let him go home to harvest wheat.

It turns out that he wasn't some naturally carefree, world-weary Buddhist youth at all.

He was desperately and ruthlessly seeking elimination! Because he was burdened with a massive debt of five million!

According to the show's vampire-like rules of collective punishment, he would face exorbitant compensation if he voluntarily withdrew from the competition or breached the contract.

Only by behaving like an annoying loser and being naturally eliminated by the audience can he legally escape and avoid this terrible debt that could crush an ordinary person.

She recalled how she had domineeringly protected him time and time again.

Looking back, she recalled how she even secretly sent a message to her father, Jiang Jianguo, to prevent him from leaving.

By mobilizing tens of thousands of employees from the Jiang Group to vote and manipulate the rankings, they managed to push this man, who was eager to escape, to the top spot in popularity by a landslide.

"Jiang Ruoyun, you are a complete and utter idiot..."

She bit her pale lips hard, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.

He clearly possesses unparalleled skills, and could easily gain fame and fortune by merely revealing a fraction of them, yet he willingly endures ridicule from the entire internet.

He was so gentle with her; even when he caught a high-protein sea cucumber on a deserted island, he would peel it and feed it to her first.

But he always used the most irritating tone and the most self-righteous excuses to push her away time and time again.

Everyone else is trying their best to marry into a wealthy family, practically wanting to have the words "gold digger" written on their foreheads.

This man alone feared that his indelible stain would tarnish the pristine reputation of this Beijing socialite.

He would rather bear all the filth and scheming himself than let her be tainted by even a trace of worldly greed.

In this deep, silent night.

The storm raged on, but the air inside the shelter seemed to freeze.

However, no one noticed.

A high-sensitivity microphone, hidden in the corner above the bamboo bed, was flashing a faint red light.

This device, originally designed to capture the sounds of thunder and rain in the wilderness and enhance immersion, transmitted every single word of Lin Mo's ramblings clearly into the live broadcast signal without reservation.

The live broadcast room for the dating reality show was set to a completely dark night vision mode.

Originally, there was only a group of die-hard fans who stayed up all night to play the game, and occasionally a few comments would float across the screen praying that God Lin would recover from his fever soon.

Everyone felt sorry for the young lady's hard work in taking care of the sick patient.

But just as these few fragmented murmurs escaped their lips...

The entire chat room fell into a deathly silence for half a minute.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly pressed the pause button.

The dense, overlapping barrage of bullet comments instantly filled the entire screen with overwhelming force, even covering the already dark picture.

The video platform's top-tier servers, which were supposed to handle tens of millions of concurrent users, suddenly displayed a severe red stuttering warning.

[Holy crap... what did I just hear?! Five million in breach of contract fees?!]

[The entire internet is in tears! It turns out that Lin Shen always wanted to be eliminated because he didn't want to drag the young lady down!]

No wonder he was always slacking off and begging to leave work; he was forced to sign a dual contract!

[Case solved! The whole case is solved! Before Su Qing, that gold-digging woman, ran away, she dug such a huge pit for Lin Shen!]

[It's not that he doesn't love, it's that he loves too restrainedly! What kind of peerless, tragic, and pure-love god of war is this?!]

The storm on the internet completely spiraled out of control at this moment.

Countless working people who broke down in the middle of the night, and countless viewers who were captivated by Lin Mo's stunning intangible cultural heritage skills, went completely berserk.

[I cried, family members, does anyone understand? A master with all sorts of intangible cultural heritage skills was forced to feign madness!]

We thought he was mocking capitalism on the fifth floor, but it turns out he was carrying a five million debt in the basement!

[Those evil capitalists! Look what they've driven honest people to! Xingyao Entertainment, die! They actually tricked Lin Shen into signing a slave contract!]

We voted for him like crazy, making him the undisputed number one! We're practically forcing him to work overtime to pay off our debts!

Brothers, if we don't get justice for Lin Shen today, I'll eat my keyboard alive!

Anger and heartache intertwined, forming an unstoppable torrent of public opinion.

Less than ten minutes.

Trending search terms include #LinMo's 5 Million Yuan Breach of Contract Fee#, #Xingyao Entertainment Profiting from Human Suffering#, and #Lin Shen's Extreme Restraint#.

It shot straight to the top of the charts on major social media platforms at rocket speed, followed by a bright red "Explosive" character.

Those haters who once mocked Lin Motu and called him poor and stingy were now speechless after being slapped in the face by this cruel truth.

And this moment.

The capital city, thousands of miles away.

Inside the Jiang family's spacious and heavily guarded luxurious mansion.

A warm, dim floor lamp still shone in the study, and the air was filled with the faint scent of top-grade agarwood.

Song Wan, wearing an elegant Suzhou-embroidered silk shawl, leaned gracefully against the rosewood daybed.

This is a Peking University professor who is usually decisive and whose word carries great weight in cultural circles.

At this moment, he is holding a cup of premium Da Hong Pao tea, quietly watching the live stream on his tablet.

Originally, she was just worried about her precious daughter on the deserted island, and also wanted to see if the young man she was getting more and more satisfied with could survive this dangerous high fever.

When Lin Mo's extremely suppressed voice rang out, "Five million in breach of contract fees."

When he was delirious and kept repeating "I can't drag her down with me,"

Song Wan's hand, holding the celadon teacup, suddenly paused uncontrollably.

But this subtle movement was completely drowned out by Jiang Ruoyun's suppressed sobs on the screen.

Song Wan stared intently at the screen.

Looking at the young man whose brows were furrowed from the high fever, yet who was still subconsciously trying desperately to push away the girl he loved.

Even her eyes, which had seen countless people and always exuded wisdom and composure, couldn't help but flush slightly.

When people are sick and have a fever, their subconscious defenses are at their weakest, and what they say is often the most truthful and the least deceptive.

The child was destitute and burdened with huge debts.

Faced with Ruoyun, the daughter of a top conglomerate, and an immense temptation that could instantly turn his life around and save him from struggling for several lifetimes.

What he was thinking about wasn't taking the opportunity to climb up to Ruoyun and use her influence to solve his own debts.

It is certainly not about going along with the flow and staging a melodramatic performance to gain sympathy.

Instead, he would rather bear the burden of debts himself, rather desperately suppress his feelings, and pretend to be a good-for-nothing who just wants to live a life of idleness, than burden the girl he loves in the slightest.

This clarity.

This unyielding spirit remained unbroken even in the most dire circumstances.

Looking at the entire Beijing elite circle, where the atmosphere is restless and profit-driven, you can't find another like him.

"Good boy..."

Song Wan tilted her head slightly and sighed softly.

She had initially thought he was just a young man with a good traditional craft and an interesting personality.

Unexpectedly, beneath his lazy and carefree exterior lies such a profound sense of responsibility and a strong moral compass.

In the live stream footage.

Jiang Ruoyun was heartbroken and hugged Lin Mo tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.

But off-screen.

Song Wan, who was always gentle, cunning, and never showed her emotions, suddenly turned cold and sharp.

An overwhelming aura of authority emanated from her seemingly frail body.

She slowly put down the expensive celadon teacup.

In the suffocating silence, I picked up the encrypted phone on the small table and dialed a deeply hidden private number.

A brutal crackdown on capital quietly began in the darkness.