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

Customers were stunned!

Could the owner really be this impulsive?

Just close the bar like that?

Well, it's not surprising. The bar usually doesn't do well, only drawing a crowd on weekends. It's probably been running at a loss.

Qin Mo announced an early closing, and the customers left, a bit disappointed.

Before leaving, a few patrons mentioned they'd definitely support Qin Mo if he released music, because those two songs he just played were amazing!

Qin Mo exchanged a few pleasantries, and once the customers were gone, he gave some instructions to the staff.

The bar would be closing for good the next day, and they needed to settle their wages.

With the system's reward of $100,000 plus tonight's tips, it should be enough.

Qin Mo figured he could get a transfer fee from selling the bar and then plan his next steps.

The system was only there to assist, so it wouldn't be handing out more money.

In this new world, surviving was the first priority.

After the employees left, Qin Mo sat in the bar for a while, lit a cigarette, and quietly collected his thoughts.

Once he finished smoking, he placed his guitar and the signed divorce papers into the guitar case and closed it securely.

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

He slung the guitar case over his shoulder, and as he turned to leave, he noticed a petite figure standing in the doorway, gazing at him intently.

In those eyes, there seemed to be a mix of admiration and affection!

Qin Mo felt a bit awkward. For a moment, panic set in—could this be some unresolved issue from the past? Hopefully not! Qin Mo was done dealing with any relationship drama.

A girl approached him, removing her pink mask with a bright smile. Her face was pretty and doll-like, with big, clear eyes that sparkled like crystals. Qin Mo's first thought was that such a beautiful face was made for the big screen! She reminded him of those top-tier actresses with a youthful, charming vibe.

"Do you... need something?" Qin Mo stammered, his tongue tied. He'd never felt so flustered before, intimidated by a young girl!

She blinked her playful eyes, her voice as sweet as a silver bell. "Mister, I'm a fan of yours. Could I get your autograph?" she asked with a cheerful grin.

A fan... Qin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Actually, Qin Mo was only twenty-nine, hardly old enough to be called "Mister." But his unkempt appearance, with a scruffy beard, probably made him look closer to thirty-five or forty.

Suddenly, Qin Mo found the "Mister" label appealing. Maybe it could be part of his persona, something to boost his standing in the industry. After all, in showbiz, being over twenty-five already puts you at a disadvantage age-wise.

Qin Mo looked her up and down. The girl had her hair in a cute bun, wore an off-white dress, and a light pink cardigan over it. She seemed no older than eighteen or nineteen, at that fresh age where youth practically radiates. Qin Mo remembered seeing her earlier, sitting in the corner of the bar, listening to music.

He shook his head and said to the sweet, innocent-looking girl, "No, I'm not a celebrity, and I don't do autographs. It's late, you should head home."

He pulled his gray jacket tighter around himself and started walking across the street.

"Mister, Mister, don't go!" The girl hurried after him.

Qin Mo had no choice but to stop.

"Mister!" she said with a bright smile. "Don't you recognize me? I'm Ke'er, a new singer. I really admire your talent and would love to be friends, maybe collaborate on a song in the future. What do you think?"

She held out her phone with a WhatsApp QR code, looking at him expectantly.

Ke'er? Is she famous?

His foggy memory couldn't recall anything about her.

Qin Mo chuckled and teased, "Young lady, I'm a thirty-year-old guy. We probably don't have much in common. If you want to discuss a song, have your manager contact me."

Ke'er wasn't pleased and insisted, "I'm not a little girl, I'm already twenty!"

At twenty, life is in full bloom, the most beautiful time of one's life!

But Qin Mo, having lived to forty-five in his previous life, found he had nothing in common with a twenty-year-old girl. Before Qin Mo could refuse again, Yu Ke'er spoke up.

"Mister, don't think I have any ulterior motives. I genuinely admire your talent! Our company really needs an original songwriter like you!" From her tone, she probably had some connections.

"Thank you for the offer, but no thanks," Qin Mo declined politely. In the entertainment industry, "help" often comes with strings attached or is a trade-off; there's no such thing as a free lunch.

It was best for Qin Mo to steer clear of a girl with unclear intentions. Besides, as a divorced middle-aged man, he had no desire to get involved with a twenty-year-old.

Qin Mo turned and walked away. Yu Ke'er, a bit disappointed, called out to his retreating figure.

"Mister, I'll be back at the bar tomorrow. I really love your song 'When Love Becomes a Memory.' I'll be waiting for you!"

Qin Mo didn't look back. He hailed a cab and returned to his apartment.

The apartment in Eastwood Complex was in the heart of the city, where every inch of land was precious. The European-style decor was simple yet elegant.

From the WhatsApp records, it seemed Ling Xuerou had bought it three years ago after she became famous. She was always traveling, and they rarely spent time together as a couple.

Qin Mo understood; they lived in different worlds, and with the original him being a heavy drinker, divorce was inevitable.

Qin Mo felt he owed a lot to Ling Xuerou. He was determined to repay her once he earned some money. Even though Ling Xuerou hadn't asked him to leave after the divorce, he didn't want to overstay his welcome. Qin Mo disliked being indebted to others.

He went to the local grocery store and bought a few cardboard boxes to pack up his belongings, preparing to move out. Qin Mo opened his laptop on the coffee table and searched for rental listings online. He quickly found a place and arranged to meet the landlord the next day to check it out.

Out of curiosity, Qin Mo also looked up Yu Ke'er. A series of trending searches popped up. Wow! The girl was quite famous! She was a major influencer on Conboat with millions of followers and had released an album that was doing fairly well. Recently, she had been appearing on variety shows, gaining popularity with her sweet looks and great on-screen presence. No wonder she confidently offered to help him with resources. With over 30 million Conboat followers, a simple recommendation from her was like a prime-time news broadcast!

While the entertainment industry was rife with stories of people cozying up to wealthy patrons or trying to climb the social ladder, Qin Mo had no intention of taking such shortcuts. He closed his laptop and headed to the bathroom, where he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Tall, unexpectedly handsome, with a perfectly shaped face and refined features. The stubble added a touch of rugged charm, giving him the look of a sophisticated rogue.

No wonder he’s so popular with the young ladies!

However, years of heavy drinking had taken a toll on his body, leaving him easily exhausted after just a few steps.

Ding... Detecting multiple damages to the host's body, initiating repairs...

Repairs complete!

A surge of warmth spread through his body, and he could feel his muscles strengthening. The definition in his arms became visibly clearer.

Qin Mo felt relieved; he finally felt like a normal person again!

He took a shower and carefully trimmed his beard.

After experiencing sudden death, a bizarre journey, a divorce, and the closure of his bar, he just wanted a good night's sleep. There was a lot to handle the next day.

After his shower, Qin Mo opened his browser and registered the copyrights for two songs, "When Love Becomes a Memory" and "Twilight."

He lay down and slept peacefully.

Early the next morning, Qin Mo used online banking to settle the employees' wages, including severance pay, which totaled over $8,000.

The original account had just over $200 left. Now, Qin Mo had less than $3,000 to his name.

He rode a bike to check out some apartments and settled on one in the city center. It was a 750-square-foot, two-bedroom, one-bathroom unit with a modern finish. The rent was a bit steep at $3,100 a month, but Qin Mo accepted it.

He had already decided to start with live streaming and write songs for others to earn some extra money for living expenses.

He signed the lease with the landlord and moved in with his simple belongings.

Qin Mo knew he had to wait for Xuerou to notify him before they could finalize the divorce at the courthouse. He pulled out the divorce agreement and flipped through it. A small paper packet slipped out.

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