Is Lin An'an a Heartbreaker

While Xu Mo was typing on the keyboard,

Lin An'an watched quietly from the side.

A man looks most handsome when he's focused.

Her attention was entirely fixed on Xu Mo's striking face.

Time slipped away unnoticed.

An hour later,

Xu Mo finished.

"Huh?? You... you're done already?"

Her tone suggested

that the Heavenly Queen Lin was quite dissatisfied with Xu Mo's performance.

Xu Mo, stretching as he stood up, glanced at her.

"You think that was fast? I thought it took too long."

Lin An'an pouted. "Yeah, kinda."

Just kidding!!!!

She hadn't gotten her fill yet.

Xu Mo smirked, unbothered.

Bantering with Lin An'an had its own charm.

"Everything's fixed for you—it's all there."

He handed her laptop back to her,

then picked up his phone to check his messages as usual.

Lin An'an eagerly took it and started reviewing.

Life is life.

Art is art.

When it comes to art,

you’ve got to give it your all.

Lin An'an stayed silent.

Perfect.

That’s exactly what Xu Mo preferred.

If his thoughts

were known to Lin An'an’s fans and admirers,

they’d absolutely want to kill him.

If the Heavenly Queen Lin spoke even a single word to them,

just one,

they’d be over the moon.

Even a glance would suffice.

Only Xu Mo would prefer a silent Lin An'an.

Xu Mo had barely unlocked his phone

when he saw two messages from the Dragon Queen.

They’d been sent earlier that morning.

No "Are you there?" or small talk—

just straight to the point:

Pick her up at Magic City International Airport at 7 PM.

Concise.

Direct.

Their communication

always followed the simplest approach.

The Dragon Queen had clearly learned from Xu Mo.

He replied with a single "K."

Checking the time,

he realized it was getting late—

almost 3 PM.

"I’ve got plans tonight, so grab something for yourself."

"Yeah, yeah, stop nagging."

Lin An'an waved him off impatiently,

not even looking up,

her phoenix eyes glued to the screen.

She shooed him away like a fly.

Xu Mo’s lips twitched. "Should I leave, then?"

"Get out already, or I’ll kill you."

Lin An'an sounded like a completely different person, utterly annoyed.

Xu Mo felt a sudden pang of melancholy.

The tender Lin An'an from last night was gone,

replaced by Lin the Heartbreaker.

How heartbreaking.

Cold, Old Lin.

Xu Mo nodded and said no more.

He had come in a hurry,

and now he left just as swiftly.

With a flick of his sleeve,

he took not a single cloud with him.

After leaving, Xu Mo unblocked Xu Fuqiang and Su Ting.

Almost instantly,

Xu Fuqiang called again.

Xu Mo didn’t answer.

What a joke.

He was determined to stand on his own now—

no more spoiled heir life.

Why bother picking up?

"Sigh... If I don’t work hard to support myself, I’ll have no choice but to go back and inherit the family fortune." Xu Mo rubbed his temples, a wave of weary resignation washing over him.

How tragic!!!!

At least he wasn’t the type to blame fate.

Buckling his seatbelt,

he stepped on the gas

and drove off in his sports car, leaving Lin An'an’s villa behind.

First stop: a place to shower.

As for why he didn’t just do it at the Heavenly Queen’s place,

that involved... other complications.

Xu Mo wasn’t about to risk social suicide.

After Xu Mo left, quite some time passed.

"What do you want for dinner?" Lin An'an licked her lips, reluctantly tearing her gaze from the screen to ask.

She’d been lost in her own world earlier—

or more accurately, captivated by the musical notations Xu Mo had marked.

The composition was the body; the melody was the soul.

A melody-less composition was like love without substance, scattering at the slightest breeze.

Only with melody

could a composition truly come to life.

So it was understandable that Lin An'an had been mesmerized.

Back to the point.

After asking,

she got no reply.

Scanning the room,

there was no sign of Xu Mo.

The Heavenly Queen’s lips twitched violently, and a pang of regret hit her. "Xu Mo, you heartless jerk!"

But words were just words.

Insults were just insults.

There was no denying

how damn good Xu Mo was.

Once she confirmed he was really gone,

Lin An'an sighed softly, then suddenly remembered something urgent.

"It hasn’t been 24 hours yet... I should still be fine, right?"

She muttered to herself, then picked up her phone.

Opening her contacts,

her finger hovered over a number for a long moment.

Finally,

click.

She dialed.

Soon,

the call connected.

"Lin Jie, I was just about to update you—hahaha—that song we released today is blowing up again! That actress is skyrocketing thanks to us, and the competition is seething with envy—"

"Yueyue, do you know about... morning-after pills?"

Lin An'an bit her lip, cutting her assistant off.

Better to act fast.

Wait too long, and you’re on your own.

Chu Yueyue, Lin An'an’s assistant, paused, confused.

"Lin Jie, you mean...?"

"Emergency contraceptive pills, you know what I mean... I... I can't... don't want a child right now."

"Huh???"

A shriek resembling a groundhog's scream came from the other end of the line.

Chu Yueyue was utterly baffled, her mind flooded with question marks.

Was the world turning upside down?

Her aloof, goddess-like boss actually had a lover?

And not just that—

Last night, they even...

This shouldn’t be happening!!!!

If Lin An'an had a partner,

As her personal assistant, Chu Yueyue should have at least caught wind of it.

At the very least, she ought to know who this person was, right?

The superstar Lin's face flushed crimson as she urged impatiently, "Hurry up and buy it, then come to my place!"

Her tone brooked no argument.

"O-okay, Lin Jie," Chu Yueyue stammered in response.

This was a matter of grave importance.

The call ended.

Chu Yueyue's face still bore an expression of shock and disbelief.

This was one massive bombshell.

Of course, she would never dare to spread it—after all, this involved Lin Jie.

Moreover, the fact that Lin An'an had reached out to her, her assistant, first in such a situation...

Meant she truly trusted her.

And so, Chu Yueyue was determined not to let her boss down.

Now, back to Lin An'an.

Her options were indeed limited.

First, she was currently... indisposed, making it difficult to go out herself.

Second, while she could have used a delivery service to leave the package at her doorstep...

This was a high-end villa district.

Entry required prior authorization.

Alternatively, a resident could call the property management to arrange access.

It was a hassle, but doable.

However, there was always room for error.

One slip-up, and the secret could leak.

Even though the security and staff here were professionally trained...

Who could guarantee absolute discretion?

Lin An'an wasn’t willing to gamble.

She needed someone she trusted completely.

Her circle of girlfriends? No.

In the entertainment industry, there were no true "besties."

Only her long-time assistant, Chu Yueyue, fit the bill.

Some time later...

Ding-dong. The doorbell rang.

Lin An'an checked the door monitor, confirmed it was Chu Yueyue, and pressed the remote unlock from the living room.

Tap-tap-tap...

The footsteps were hurried.

Soon after,

Chu Yueyue rushed in, clutching a black plastic bag.

"Lin Jie."

"The pills?"

"Oh! Right here."

Chu Yueyue instinctively handed them over.

On her way, she’d rehearsed countless things to say.

But now, face-to-face,

Her thoughts scattered under Lin An'an’s interruption.

The words she’d prepared vanished, leaving her at a loss.

Lin An'an took the bag, pulled out the medication, and checked the label.

Then, wincing slightly, she hobbled toward the water dispenser.

Chu Yueyue froze for a second before quickly stepping forward.

"Lin Jie, please sit. Let me handle this."

She didn’t know what had transpired the night before,

But judging by her boss’s exaggerated gait,

She could guess well enough.

Internally, Chu Yueyue seethed with indignation on Lin An'an’s behalf, mentally cursing the mysterious lover to hell.

That bastard clearly hadn’t been gentle.

Or maybe... he’d used "equipment."

Thinking back,

Even Chu Yueyue herself had never been left in such a state.

Thankfully, she didn’t know Xu Mo’s true circumstances—

Otherwise, she’d have been just as drenched in shock.

Lin An'an took the pill as instructed.

Once everything was settled,

Chu Yueyue finally spoke up.

"Lin Jie, do you want me to stay tonight? To help you?"

She offered, seeing Lin An'an’s discomfort.

Their relationship wasn’t strictly employer-employee;

It was more like close friends.

Lin An'an often confided in her,

And Chu Yueyue did the same.

She was one of the few remaining OGs from Lin An'an’s early company days.

Lin An'an pondered for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Actually, I was thinking the same. You’ll have your hands full today anyway."

Chu Yueyue blinked in confusion. What did Lin Jie mean?

Before she could dwell on it,

Lin An'an produced five sheets of A4 paper

And handed them to Chu Yueyue.

These were Xu Mo’s original manuscripts from yesterday.

As Lin An'an’s assistant,

Chu Yueyue’s professional skills were beyond doubt.

Plus, after years in the industry,

She could discern musical quality at a glance.

Just scanning the first page—

The song titled "True Devotion"—

Chu Yueyue’s entire body jolted. The artistic depth of this piece was staggering!!!

Like, skyscraper-level high!!!

"L-Lin Jie, this is...?"

Her lips trembled—from excitement, exhilaration, sheer awe.

Lin An'an relished the reaction.

After all, yesterday,

The look on the superstar’s face hadn’t been any calmer.

"Don’t stop now. Keep reading," Lin An'an said smugly, sipping her water.

This was the mistake she’d made yesterday.

She’d underestimated it!!!

You’d think it was just one song.

Nope. Four more followed.

Chu Yueyue eagerly flipped through, her eyes widening with each page.

Her expression screamed: No way. There’s more?!

After skimming the contents,

She was once again floored.

This time, Lin An'an didn’t need to say a word.

Because when she touched the paper,

she could sense there was more to it.

Far more than just two songs.

While Chu Yueyue was reading through the lyrics,

Lin An'an didn’t disturb her, sitting hesitantly on the sofa and sipping her tea.

Only after Chu Yueyue had finished reviewing all the songs

did her excitement become unmistakably clear.

"Hehe... Lin-jie, we’ve hit the jackpot this time! We’re gonna be rich!"

Chu Yueyue’s exhilaration

sent Lin An'an spiraling into memories.

Five years ago, when they first opened for business...

Chu Yueyue had just been a fresh-faced assistant, new to the industry.

Back then,

Lin An'an was still at the peak of her creative prowess.

Every time she finished composing a new song,

Chu Yueyue would get just as thrilled, like a little girl finally getting the doll she’d always wanted.

"Lin-jie, these five songs are absolute bangers! Are you planning to release one per month, or one every two weeks?"

Chu Yueyue kept flipping through the lyrics in her hands, unable to put them down.

Lin An'an shook her head slightly. "These songs aren’t for me."

"Huh?" Chu Yueyue was stunned, looking up with confusion written all over her face.

Lin An'an added, "I’m handing these five over to you—use them to keep nurturing our newcomers and veterans. Three rookies, two established artists whose popularity has dipped a little. You decide how to distribute them."

Chu Yueyue was deeply moved.

Five hit songs!!!!

Including today’s batch,

that made six in total.

And Lin An'an wasn’t keeping any for herself—

she was giving them all to the company.

How could Chu Yueyue not be touched?

"But what about you?" Chu Yueyue asked worriedly.

If all the resources went to others,

what would Lin An'an do?

Lin An'an just smiled, casual and unbothered, before pulling out another stack of A4 papers—

nearly as thick as the one in Chu Yueyue’s hands.

"Me? I’ll be fine."

Chu Yueyue was floored.

How was this even possible?

When it came to Chu Yueyue,

Lin An'an had no reason to hide anything.

She handed the new songs over.

Chu Yueyue set down the five she’d been holding

and took the fresh batch from Lin An'an.

This was part of her job as an assistant, after all.

If she didn’t even know what songs her boss was about to release,

could she really call herself an assistant?

She needed to know first

so she could negotiate prices with the music companies.

And not just that—

if a production team took interest in a song

and wanted to buy it for a soundtrack,

that was another payday.

Money was money, inside and out.

When it came to the company’s profits,

Chu Yueyue immediately switched into high gear,

even more invested than Lin An'an herself.

After a while,

Chu Yueyue finally finished reviewing all the songs.

Each one was more stunning than the last.

Whoever wrote these had to be a freaking genius!!!

Come on,

Chu Yueyue wasn’t stupid.

She could tell whether the handwriting was Lin An'an’s or not.

But who wrote the songs

wasn’t her main concern.

What mattered was how to market them,

how to build hype and earn Lin An'an even more cash.

Still,

since the handwriting matched across all of them,

Chu Yueyue could make an educated guess—

they were written by the same person.

Just like yesterday’s batch.

For someone to crank out over a dozen chart-topping hits in one go...

Chu Yueyue finally couldn’t hold back her burning curiosity.

"Lin-jie, who wrote these?"

"Guess," Lin An'an replied with a playful smirk.

It wasn’t that she wanted to expose Xu Mo.

But yesterday, when they’d gone to the recording studio,

Chu Yueyue had seen the lyrics for "Letting Go."

Even if Lin An'an didn’t say anything now,

Chu Yueyue would eventually piece it together.

Once she thought back to who had been around Lin An'an these past few days,

she’d land on the one person she’d never expect—

Xu Mo!!!

Yes, Xu Mo.

A man who had zero connection to music in any way, shape, or form!

Rather than let Chu Yueyue’s imagination run wild,

it was better to just lay the cards on the table.

That way, she could focus on her work

without getting distracted by trivial mysteries.