That night.

Ling Mo browsed through the overwhelmingly positive posts online for a while, then seemed to remember something important. He grabbed a bottle of red wine and knocked directly on Qin Beiming's door.

As soon as they entered the room arranged for Qin Beiming by the production team, Ling Mo immediately brought up the topic:

"Mr. Qin, am I famous?"

"Mrs. Qin is indeed very impressive, with male fans all over the world. As far as I know, your variety show debut today has already attracted tens of thousands of single men to sign a petition requesting to participate in the recording. Right now, the production team's phones have been ringing off the hook." Qin Beiming's tone was quite sarcastic.

At first, he confidently stated that he and Ling Mo were destined to be together and that no one could separate them.

Upon learning of Fu Yunque, Ji Yan and his ilk rushed to participate in the variety show, only to be caught off guard.

"Is Mr. Qin jealous?"

As they spoke, Ling Mo subtly damaged the camera in the room with a silver needle between his fingers, then turned on the red wine in his hand and chug it down his throat.

Qin Beiming, considering her extremely low alcohol tolerance, quickly snatched the bottle from her hand:

"Drink less; a hangover can be quite uncomfortable."

"I just wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with you while I was drunk, and you yelled at me like that?" Ling Mo pouted and buried her head in Qin Beiming's arms.

"You heartless girl, not only have you completely forgotten me, but you even have the nerve to say I'm fierce."

Qin Beiming was both amused and exasperated. He helped the unconscious Ling Mo up and gently carried her to the bed.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Ling Mo suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck, whispering in his ear with a slightly tipsy smell:

"Third Master, want to sleep together?"

What did you call me?

Qin Beiming's eyes flickered slightly as he looked with delight at Ling Mo, whose face was flushed and who looked stunning under the dim wall lamp.

Ling Mo felt inexplicably shy under his gaze and quietly hid under the covers to hide the lingering blush on her face.

After hiding under the covers for a while, seeing that Qin Beiming was still staring at her without moving, she finally poked her head out and mumbled softly:

"Third Master, I miss you a little bit."

In fact, she remembered everything when she searched for live stream videos of Super God Arena from three years ago online.

She didn't tell Qin Beiming directly because she was naturally aloof and not very good at expressing herself. After pondering for a while without coming up with an opening, she simply took advantage of her drunkenness and came directly to his door.

Qin Beiming realized that Ling Mo had remembered him, and his voice trembled with excitement. He pulled her into his arms and said with utmost tenderness:

I miss you so much...