Chapter 219 : Still Too Green to Change the Dynasty Now
Chapter 219: Still Too Green to Change the Dynasty Now
Too green—far too green. Compared to Comrade Old Lin, that old fox, Lin Mo realized he was just a rookie.
This was what people called the wisdom of life. Comrade Old Lin used his own actions to give him a vivid lesson.
He showed him how a man’s private stash was accumulated. Playing both sides was only one part of it—the key was applying for “funding” under a reasonable pretext.
Most importantly, his timing was impeccable. At first, Lin Mo couldn’t understand why his dad hadn’t just driven straight to work at that hour. Turns out, he’d been waiting for him.
Still, Lin Mo didn’t expose his dad’s shameful little scheme. After all, opportunities like this were rare, and more importantly—his dad had truly helped him today.
If his father hadn’t called in a familiar contact, there was no way he could’ve bought the car at that price. Had Lin Mo come alone, he’d have easily spent twenty or thirty thousand more—and might’ve even fallen into some paperwork trap.
Spending a bit of money to get big results—overall, he’d still profited.
Meanwhile, in Jiangning City, inside Liu Rushuang’s villa—
Mrs. Cheng was sitting on the first-floor sofa, holding two fans in her hands. They looked similar in style, both being Gong Fans, but the patterns on them were different.
“Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao’e, your fan looks pretty nice—seems even more delicate than mine. Where’d you get it from?” Mrs. Cheng asked, wearing a tight black cheongsam.
As the former Rushuang Empress of her generation, Mrs. Cheng had aged gracefully. Her elegance and charm remained. Even at home, she always kept herself immaculately dressed.
As for the fan in her hand—it was, of course, the one Liu Rushuang had confiscated from Lin Mo. But since she’d only told her mother that it was a gift she’d received, Mrs. Cheng had no idea where it really came from.
Across the sofa, Liu Rushuang was wearing a black gauze dress, elegant and intellectual, her figure hot and seductive, her tender, delicate face glowing with beauty—the very image of the current Rushuang Empress.
Because her mother had called her “tacky” the last time she came home, this time Liu Rushuang had dressed especially fashionably—she wanted to show her mother what “the waves of the Yangtze River pushing the waves before them” truly meant.
“A friend gave it to me, of course. What, you think I wove it myself?” Liu Rushuang leaned lazily against the sofa, smiling slyly at her mother.
“A friend gave it to you? Hmm, that doesn’t sound right. Over the years, you’ve received plenty of gifts far more expensive than this, yet I’ve never seen you show them off to me.
And as for those ordinary friends of yours—sure, you’re close, but who among them would think to give you something like this? This fan was clearly chosen with care. Don’t tell me that college boy gave it to you?” Mrs. Cheng frowned slightly, thinking aloud—and directly hit the mark.
Any legitimate Gong Fan would cost at least tens of thousands. The one in her hand was a late-period work by the previous-generation inheritor—she’d paid over a hundred thousand for it back then.
As for the fan her daughter brought back—she couldn’t say for sure if it was authentic, but the craftsmanship was exquisite, easily comparable to her own. If it was genuine, it wouldn’t be cheap.
Given their family’s status, Liu Rushuang had received countless valuable gifts since childhood, but she had never brought one out to flaunt before.
And since her ordinary friends couldn’t have afforded to give her something like this, the only reasonable explanation was the one Mrs. Cheng had guessed.
“That’s right. How did you know?” Liu Rushuang asked, surprised.
Mrs. Cheng frowned. “Didn’t you say you found yourself a younger boyfriend? A handsome one? Does he come from a well-off family?”
“Yes, a younger one. His family background?” Liu Rushuang thought for a moment. “I checked—just an ordinary working-class family.” With Su He’s help, Lin Mo’s basic info had long since been dug up.
Hearing this, Mrs. Cheng looked at her daughter like she was an idiot. Then she flicked Liu Rushuang’s forehead and snapped, “You—honestly! No wonder you still haven’t reeled him in.
You find yourself a younger, handsome one to make you happy—that’s fine! You like him? Then spend money on him! You spend, you’re happy; he doesn’t spend, and he’s happy too.
But you—making a regular guy spend on you—sure, you’re happy, but even if he likes you, you think he can feel good about it?”
Mrs. Cheng was her husband’s original wife and had built their fortune from scratch with him. Though she no longer managed the company, she’d played a major role in its early years—meaning she could see straight through to the heart of things.
This made her quite different from Mrs. Jiang, Yuan Meng’s mother—though both were rich ladies, Mrs. Cheng was half a businesswoman at heart.
To her, since their family lacked nothing financially, the easiest way for her daughter to get the man she wanted was to spend money on him. Throwing money could easily buy love; all she needed in return was emotional value.
They weren’t short on money—why demand both money and emotional investment from a man who didn’t have much to begin with? It made no sense. Mrs. Cheng was speechless at her daughter’s lack of awareness.
Hearing her mother’s scolding, Liu Rushuang felt embarrassed. She honestly just wanted a gift and hadn’t thought that deeply. Besides, she didn’t think Lin Mo had been unhappy about it!
“What are you staring at? Tell me, where did your mother go wrong?” Mrs. Cheng glared at her daughter.
Frankly, if she dressed up and spent a bit, even at her age, Mrs. Cheng was confident she could win over that “college boy” herself.
Men like that were easy to handle—simple, naive, average background, not used to wealth. Spend a little, and he’d be touched to tears.
Sure enough, Liu Rushuang hesitated before admitting, “Um… actually, Mom, I kind of… took the fan from him.”
“Took it?” Mrs. Cheng’s voice shot up an octave, full of disbelief.
Liu Rushuang nodded guiltily. “Yeah, I went to visit him last time, saw the fan at his place, thought it looked nice, so I confiscated it. He didn’t really mind.”
Mrs. Cheng massaged her temples, sighing. “You little bandit. You’d have been better off letting him spend on you! With your looks, one or two times wouldn’t matter—but now you’re just robbing him outright. Unbelievable, Liu Rushuang.
That young man must really like you, huh? Didn’t even protest after being robbed. Well then—this fan’s confiscated by your mom!”
“What? No way, that’s mine!” Liu Rushuang immediately lunged for the fan, but Mrs. Cheng pressed her forehead and pushed her back into the sofa.
“You think I’m taking it for free? Tomorrow I’ll have someone verify if it’s real and how much it’s worth. If it’s cheap, fine, keep it. But if it’s genuine and worth quite a bit, you’d better give that boy a return gift.
You said it yourself—his family’s just average. How could you feel good about taking his money? Our family’s daughter can date whoever she wants, but she shouldn’t owe anyone. Anything money can fix is a small matter; debts of favor are the hardest to repay.”
To Mrs. Cheng, her daughter dating was fine, but making a man pay a heavy financial price was unnecessary. They could afford anything themselves.
Even if things didn’t work out, she didn’t want anyone saying bad things about their family afterward.
The higher your social standing, the more face mattered. She hadn’t met this college boy, but she didn’t want her daughter taking things for free—especially from a guy of modest means. If things ended badly, who knew if he’d snap?
After all, stories online about men going off the rails after spending too much on women weren’t rare.
“I see. Thanks, Mom~” Liu Rushuang reclined lazily again, her tone teasing.
Her languid pose accentuated every curve of her perfect figure.
Mrs. Cheng leaned back as well, smiling knowingly. “What’s this? Don’t believe your mom?”
“Believe you? Of course I do. But if you leave your fan with me, I’ll believe you even more,” Liu Rushuang replied with a grin.
Her mom loved trinkets like these; her eyes had practically lit up when she saw this fan. Liu Rushuang wasn’t stupid—if her mom took it, she’d never get it back.
Mother and daughter—both sly old foxes. Each knew the other’s tricks perfectly well.
“So you don’t believe your mom, huh? Look at you—your looks, your figure, even your gestures are all copied from me. You sure you can outplay me?” Mrs. Cheng’s eyes gleamed with challenge as she faced her younger self across the coffee table.
Rich ladies, after all—Mrs. Cheng’s greatest joy in life was outsmarting her daughter.
Liu Rushuang smirked. “Mom, back in your day, your waist wasn’t this slim—and definitely not this flexible. But don’t worry—with me around, your daughter will surpass the master. You’ve gotten old, Mom. Your tricks are getting rusty.”
Trying to trick her out of the fan? Impossible. Not even her mother could manage that.
Mrs. Cheng hadn’t expected her daughter to catch on—but faced with such defiance, the former Rushuang Empress wasn’t about to back down.
“You don’t think I dare? What if I dress up and go meet that college boy of yours, hmm? Sure, your mom’s older, but I’m rich. And let me tell you—men are weak to temptation. An old A8 is still an A8!”
Liu Rushuang:
“Mom, you wouldn’t dare! You want me to tell Dad?” she said, scandalized.
She knew her mother wouldn’t actually do anything outrageous—but Lin Mo might not be able to handle it! Knowing her mom’s charm and cunning firsthand, she wasn’t entirely confident.
“What’s there to be afraid of? I’m just checking in on my daughter’s boyfriend. If he can’t even pass my test, he’s not worth your time. Any man who wavers in front of me isn’t marriage material,” Mrs. Cheng said smugly, fanning herself with the Gong Fan.
“Ugh, fine, fine, it’s yours already! Seriously, I’ve never seen a mom who’d go to such lengths just to snatch something from her daughter,” Liu Rushuang huffed in defeat.
In the battle between the old and new Rushuang Empresses, Mrs. Cheng had once again proven—the older ginger’s the spicier one.
Seeing her daughter surrender, Mrs. Cheng smiled triumphantly. “Hehehe~ Little one, trying to overthrow the dynasty already? You’re still too green for that~”
Liu Rushuang:
Well, she wasn’t wrong. When it came to feminine allure, Liu Rushuang had plenty of charm, but most of it came from youth—and even many of her gestures and expressions were learned from her mother.
If her mom hadn’t been exceptional in her younger days, would Liu Rushuang have subconsciously modeled herself after her? Of course not.
——
At six in the evening, in a country-style chicken restaurant in South City—
Lin Mo had just walked in when he saw his cousin Su He sitting awkwardly at the table, looking utterly defeated.
“I’m here, Sis. You okay?” Lin Mo asked as he sat down.
Su He gave a bitter smile. “Do I look okay? This morning, my mom saw the video online. Uncle called, and Auntie nearly beat my butt raw with a clothes hanger! And you’re laughing? How about you—did my second aunt go easy on you? Come on, cheer me up.”
Lin Mo: …
He knew it—if his cousin suddenly invited him out to eat, it couldn’t be for anything good. Turns out she just wanted some emotional balance.
But she’d be disappointed today.
“Nope. Mom wanted to hit me at first, but then she saw her dear son working so hard, so she let me off,” Lin Mo said with a grin.
Inwardly, though, he was deeply grateful he’d bought the car today—otherwise, his fate wouldn’t have been so lucky.
“No way! My second aunt? Let you go?” Su He didn’t believe it. She knew her aunt’s temper all too well.
“Check her Moments—you’ll see why,” Lin Mo said.
Su He immediately pulled out her phone and opened his mom’s WeChat Moments. The top post was a nine-grid collage—all pictures of her and her new car.
“This is…”
“I bought it for her today. With the car in the mix, of course she chose forgiveness,” Lin Mo laughed.
Su He: “So I’m the only one who got beaten?”
Lin Mo: “Who else? And honestly, didn’t you deserve it? I wasn’t even driving, didn’t pick the route—why should I get hit?”
Su He: “You’re the worst! I swear, I’m done with you rich folks!”
And with that, Su He stood up, rubbing her sore butt, ready to fight him to the death.
Lin Mo quickly held up his hands. “Alright, alright! Dinner’s on me tonight.”
Su He: “Deal.”
Lin Mo: …