C3 Mr Vicissitude and the Little Loli Were Not on the Same Page!!

The patrons were stunned!

Could the owner really be that impulsive?

Was he seriously shutting down the bar on a whim?

But then again, it wasn't entirely surprising. The bar typically struggled, drawing in a decent crowd only on weekends. It just wasn't cutting it financially.

Qin Mo had announced an early closing, and the customers trickled out, their spirits dampened.

Before departing, a few of them made it clear they'd wholeheartedly back Qin Mo if he decided to release songs. Those last two numbers were just too captivating!

Qin Mo offered some courteous remarks, and once the bar had emptied, he briefed the waiter on a few matters.

The bar was closing for good tomorrow, and settling the wages was a priority.

Between the system's 100,000 yuan reward and tonight's tips, he should have enough.

Qin Mo figured he could get a decent sum from selling the bar, which would help him plan his next move.

The system had made it clear it was only there to assist; he couldn't count on it for any more cash.

Survival was the name of the game in this new world.

Once the staff had gone, Qin Mo lingered in the bar, lighting a cigarette and silently gathering his thoughts.

Finishing his smoke, he packed the guitar and the signed divorce papers into the guitar case and secured it shut.

"It looks like it's just you and me now," Qin Mo said, patting the case with a wry smile.

As he shouldered the case and turned to leave, he noticed a delicate figure by the door, lost in a gaze that seemed filled with admiration and affection.

Qin Mo was caught off guard.

For a fleeting moment, panic set in. Could this be some complicated entanglement from his past life?

He hoped not!

Qin Mo had no desire to entangle himself in any more romantic dilemmas!

The girl approached, removed her pink mask, and beamed at him.

Her pretty, palm-sized face and crystal-clear, contrasting eyes made her look like a delicate porcelain doll.

Seeing her, Qin Mo's first thought was that such a stunning face was meant for the silver screen!

Celebrities like Boss Yang and AB from his past life all had that same youthful, charming appeal.

"Do you need something?" he asked.

Qin Mo's tongue tied itself in knots.

He had never felt such embarrassment before, the fear of a young girl!

The girl blinked her playful, large eyes, her voice chiming like a silver bell.

"Uncle, I'm a fan of yours. Could you give me an autograph?" she asked, beaming.

Fans...

Qin Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

Truth be told, Qin Mo was only 29—not quite uncle material.

But his unkempt appearance made him look a good decade older.

Suddenly, Qin Mo warmed to the "Uncle" moniker. It might be a good persona to adopt, one that could give him an edge in the cutthroat entertainment industry.

After all, once you hit 25 there, you're considered a veteran.

He gave the girl a once-over.

She sported a charming bun and was dressed in a beige dress with a light pink cardigan draped over it.

Barely eighteen or nineteen, she was the picture of youthful radiance.

Qin Mo recalled seeing her earlier, tucked away in a corner of the bar, lost in the music.

He shook his head at the sweet-looking girl, "No, I'm not a star. I don't do autographs. It's late; you should head home."

Wrapping his jacket tighter, he strode off toward the other side of the street.

"Uncle, Uncle, wait up!" The girl scampered after him.

Qin Mo reluctantly halted.

"Uncle!" she said with a grin, "Don't you recognize me? I'm Yu Ke'er, a new singer. I admire your talent and would love to be friends. Maybe collaborate on a song sometime? What do you say?"

She flashed her WeChat QR code on her phone, hopeful.

Yu Ke'er?

Was she a household name?

He couldn't dredge up any memory of her from his past life's haze.

Qin Mo chuckled, teasing her.

"Kid, I'm a thirty-year-old 'uncle' with nothing in common with you youngsters. For collaborations, have your agent get in touch with me."

Yu Ke'er frowned, insisting, "I'm not just a kid. I'm twenty years old!"

Twenty—the prime of life, the pinnacle of youth!

But Qin Mo, having lived to forty-five in his previous life, found he had no common ground with a twenty-year-old girl.

Before Qin Mo could decline once more, Yu Ke'er spoke up.

"Listen, Uncle, don't get the wrong idea. I genuinely admire your talent! Our company is on the lookout for an original singer just like you!"

Her tone suggested she came from a significant background.

"Thanks for the offer, but no thanks," Qin Mo replied, softening his voice as he declined.

In showbiz, 'help' usually meant a trap or a quid pro quo—there's no such thing as a free lunch.

It was better for Qin Mo to steer clear of a young lady with unclear intentions.

After all, he was a divorced middle-aged man and had no desire to mix with a twenty-something girl.

With that, Qin Mo turned and walked away.

A tinge of disappointment in her voice, Yu Ke'er called out to his retreating figure.

"Uncle, I'll be at the bar again tomorrow. I truly love your song 'When Love Becomes Past'. I'll be waiting for you!"

Qin Mo didn't look back.

He hailed a cab and headed back to his apartment.

The apartment in Donghua District was prime real estate, right in the heart of the city, with a simple yet grand European-style decor.

According to WhatsApp records, Ling Xuerou had purchased it after she rose to fame three years prior.

With her constant travel, the couple spent little time together.

Qin Mo understood that with their worlds apart and his drinking problem, divorce was inevitable.

Ling Xuerou appeared to have provided substantial support to her former self.

He was determined to repay the money he had earned.

Even though Ling Xuerou hadn't kicked him out, it didn't seem right to stay post-divorce.

Qin Mo disliked being in debt to anyone.

He bought some cardboard boxes from the grocery market downstairs, packed up his few belongings, and prepared to move.

Turning on his laptop on the coffee table, Qin Mo searched for housing on 98 City Net.

He quickly found a place and arranged to see it the next day.

Curious, Qin Mo also looked up Yu Ke'er online.

A flurry of trending searches appeared.

Wow!

The young lady was quite the sensation!

A major influencer on Conboat with millions of fans and soaring popularity!

She had released an album to favorable reviews.

Lately, she was making waves on variety shows, leveraging her sweet looks and sharp wit to become a variety show favorite.

It's no surprise that Ke'er was so confident in offering him resources. With over thirty million Conboat followers, a single endorsement from her was like getting a spot on the prime-time news!

In the entertainment world, tales of gold-digging, charming the wealthy, and starlets climbing the social ladder were common, but Qin Mo had no desire to follow that path.

Shutting down his computer, Qin Mo headed to the bathroom for a reflective moment. Towering in height, his reflection revealed a surprisingly handsome man with a perfectly shaped face and refined features. The beard gave him a roguish charm that clearly appealed to the younger crowd. His popularity among them made sense now.

But his body had suffered from his constant drinking, leaving him feeling exhausted after just a short walk.

*Beep! Host body damage detected. Repair in progress...*

*Repair complete!*

A rush of warmth surged through him, and he could feel his muscles fortifying. The definition in his arms became visibly more pronounced. Qin Mo was content; he was back to being a normal, healthy man.

After a refreshing shower and a meticulous trim of his beard, he was ready to rest. A sudden death, a journey through time, a divorce, and the closure of his bar had taken their toll. All he yearned for now was a good night's sleep, especially with a busy day ahead.

Post-shower, Qin Mo got online to secure the copyrights for two songs, "When Love Becomes Past" and "Dusk," before finally settling into a peaceful slumber.

Come morning, Qin Mo handled payroll via online banking, including severance packages, totaling over 80,000 yuan. His account, already meager with just over 2,000 yuan, was now down to less than 30,000.

He then hopped on his yellow bike to check out some apartments, eventually settling on a 70-square-meter, fully furnished two-bedroom in the heart of the city. At 3,000 yuan a month, it was a bit steep, but Qin Mo was willing to make it work. He had plans to earn money by live streaming and writing songs to support himself.

Contract signed, Qin Mo moved into his new place with just the essentials in tow.

He would have to wait for Ling Xuerou's signal before he could collect the divorce certificate from the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Qin Mo pulled out the divorce agreement, thumbing through its pages.

Tucked inside was a paper envelope.