Chapter 240 : You Two Should Just Keep Quiet from Now On
Chapter 240: You Two Should Just Keep Quiet from Now On
After taking the fever medicine that morning, Lin Mo already felt much better by noon. But to make sure he fully recovered, he took another two pills.
It was just a mild fever, nothing serious. If he had been at school, he probably would have just toughed it out. But since he was back home, things were different.
There wasn’t much else on his own turf, but one thing his mom had plenty of was medicine. From cold and fever pills to painkillers for waist and leg aches, all the way to quick-acting heart pills — as long as it was a common drug, their house had it.
So, being sick at home, he had no thought of enduring it. Minor illnesses were treated with medicine, major ones went to the hospital, and terminal ones… well, death would take care of that.
“You can actually cook? Don’t tell me you secretly enrolled in one of those training classes for gold diggers?” At the dining table, Cousin Su He stared in disbelief at the dishes before her.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cola chicken wings, kung pao chicken, and her mother’s homemade side dish — plus a bowl of seaweed and egg soup. A simple four dishes and one soup, all common home-style meals, yet the flavors were exceptionally good.
It was the first time Su He had ever eaten Lin Mo’s cooking — in fact, it was the first time she even knew her cousin could cook. She had never heard of him having that kind of skill before.
For the past three years, Lin Mo had often come over to her place. And every time, it had been her slaving away in the kitchen. Now he was telling her he could cook? What had those past three years been then? Her bad luck?
And having taken a bite, Su He, who could cook herself, immediately realized that her cousin’s cooking was leagues better than hers.
Her own cooking skills were nothing professional — just learning from videos online and getting used to it over time. But Lin Mo’s cooking was clearly something else entirely.
Especially when he was frying the dishes earlier — calm, smooth, and precise. He looked every bit the seasoned chef.
“Hey hey hey, can’t we just eat without the personal attacks? What do you mean if I can cook, it must be because I joined some gold-digger course? Can’t I just be interested in learning?” Lin Mo said mildly after taking a sip of soup.
Though the dishes were ordinary home food, anything made by his hands turned out delicious. He just hadn’t bothered to go all out — otherwise, she would have seen what true state-banquet-level cooking was like. These dishes didn’t even show a tenth of his skill.
“Ha! I know you too well. All these years, when have you ever shown interest in cooking? Every time my second aunt came over, she complained that you’d sit down to eat, then curl up on the couch right after. You, interested in cooking? Yeah, right!
But lately, I’ve seen online that there are training courses to help gold diggers and male gold diggers polish themselves — you pay a fee, and they help you manage your looks, your body, your charm, your social skills. They also train you in some talents like home organization, tea ceremonies, horseback riding, massage therapy, calligraphy, and of course, cooking. You know, the old saying — ‘to capture someone’s heart, you must first capture their stomach.’ Hey, wait a minute...”
Cousin Su He suddenly paused mid-sentence, squinting at him. She began counting on her fingers and murmuring to herself:
“Your skin’s fairer, your overall aura’s improved, your style’s upgraded — that matches the image grooming part. You know massage and bone alignment, and now you can cook...”
At that, Liu Rushuang joined in, adding cheerfully, “Oh, I forgot to tell you — your dear little brother also knows how to brew tea and ride horses. Just the other day, I saw him practicing calligraphy in my office.”
Su He’s eyes widened. She slammed the table and shouted, “And you still say you didn’t enroll in a gold-digger class? Tell me, how many have you ‘caught’? Who’s your target!?”
“Do you even need to ask? Isn’t it obvious? It’s me!” Liu Rushuang puffed out her chest confidently, the motion causing her to vibrate slightly.
It was a pity Miss Yuan wasn’t here — she’d probably have lost her composure again.
Lin Mo: “...”
“Oh, come on! What nonsense are you two spouting? I don’t know a thing about home organizing. And besides, I can operate an excavator! Does your gold-digger course teach that too?”
He wasn’t even sure if Su He’s claims about those classes were real. But if they were, the syllabus seemed suspiciously tailored for him.
“Actually, I think that’s what the gold-digger classes for women teach. I’ve heard many men are obsessed with women who can operate excavators — bonus points if they can fix them too!” Liu Rushuang laughed so hard she was almost doubled over.
“Get lost! I’m serious here!” Su He punched her friend lightly. “Those classes are meant to attract rich men and women, not to teach heavy machinery!”
Then she turned back to Lin Mo, frowning. “You really do have potential to live off women. And it’s not like you can’t pull it off — I gave you twenty thousand, your Sister Yuan gave you six hundred thousand, Rushuang gave you several sets of clothes, a watch worth tens of thousands, and forty thousand cash. Wow, you really are making money off women!”
Lin Mo’s eyes widened. “I—”
But halfway through, he stopped. Because… she wasn’t wrong.
All his money had come from women. Even that two million from Old Comrade Yuan had only been possible thanks to Miss Yuan’s connections.
Thinking further — even his bravery award came from saving a mother and daughter. So technically, that counted too.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? I hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?” Su He sneered.
Liu Rushuang, watching, could barely breathe from laughing. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense.
“That was all legitimate business! Payment for goods, fair and square. And my stuff was genuine — don’t forget where those pretty faces of yours came from!” Lin Mo shot back.
“Cough, cough...” Both women started coughing in embarrassment, especially Su He. Compared to the tens or hundreds of thousands the others spent, her two thousand yuan had been a steal.
And Lin Mo wasn’t wrong — whether it was the facial cleanser, the Angong Niuhuang Pill, or the Longquan Ink Paste, all were high-end products. He’d just sold them for quick cash.
Of course, that time he’d borrowed money from Liu Rushuang and Miss Yuan didn’t count — that had been pure shamelessness. But he couldn’t afford to miss the opportunity.
As for why he always made money off women? Simple — all the rich people he knew were women. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to meet wealthy men.
“By the way, that secret potion of yours — really gone? My mom’s still talking about it. She said Yuanyuan’s Mom looks years younger. She asked Mrs. Jiang about it, but she wouldn’t tell her. My mom was fuming! If you ever get more, remember to save me some,” Liu Rushuang said.
Though that potion had greatly improved their skin, the effects weren’t permanent. Without proper maintenance, pimples and oil would return. Naturally, she wanted to stock up. Her face was her fortune, after all.
Lin Mo nodded. “Don’t worry. If I ever come across it again, I’ll save you some.”
That stuff would sell for a fortune now. He wasn’t that ignorant poor kid anymore. Looking back, he’d practically given away those cleansers. He had underestimated how much wealthy women valued their faces.
Next time, if he ever got his hands on facial cleanser again, it wouldn’t sell for less than the price of a century-old wild ginseng.
As they chatted and ate, both women praised his cooking endlessly. During the meal, Lin Mo also learned that Su He’s blind date today had actually gone pretty normally.
Even with Liu Rushuang present, the guy had been polite. A doctor with a decent background — just a little too introverted for her taste. So she ended the date herself, paid the bill, and left the poor guy looking mortified.
After dinner, Lin Mo cleaned the kitchen while the two women sat on the couch, looking through Jiang Xia’s belongings. Both seemed intrigued by the late classmate.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Mo took out the letters and put them away carefully, letting the two of them look through the rest. Upon seeing the notes on the backs of each photo, both women were filled with admiration. A person who could face death so calmly was indeed a spiritual giant.
“Wow, such a pity — but also so cool. If I die one day, I’ll definitely leave gifts for everyone I care about too,” Su He sighed.
To her, though Jiang Xia was gone, her brave and graceful farewell made her unforgettable.
Liu Rushuang nodded. “She really prepared gifts for everyone in your class?”
Lin Mo emerged from the kitchen, nodding. “Yeah, everyone — even the subject teachers. But there are still a few that no one has claimed.”
Both women sighed softly. Seeing that Lin Mo’s mood had dimmed, Liu Rushuang spoke gently. “Cheer up. What do you plan to do with all of this?”
“I’ll store them away. When I’m old, I can take them out again — a keepsake, you know. It’s not like I’d throw myself in a river over them.
I do feel bad that she died so young, but I also understand why she chose to say goodbye this way. Maybe she didn’t want to burden us with grief. If we had to watch her fade away, wouldn’t that be worse?
So I just hope that in her last years, she lived well enough to make that goodbye worthwhile.” Lin Mo smiled faintly as he packed away everything except the photos.
Then he waved the photos in his hand. “Come on, since we’re done eating, let’s go to a photo shop. I’ll make a few extra copies — some of her friends want one.”
He hadn’t forgotten that Li Yao and the others wanted Jiang Xia’s photo too. With time to spare today, he might as well get it done.
Soon, the three of them went downstairs. Lin Mo drove Liu Rushuang’s Maybach, taking both women along.
At 3:30 p.m., in front of Yang Guofu Spicy Hot Pot across from Experimental High School, Lin Mo rolled down the window and waved at Wan Chunlong in the distance.
A moment later, the front passenger door opened, and the tall, burly Lao Wan plopped in. “Damn, you said you weren’t rich, yet you’re driving a Maybach? And you even ran out on the bill that day — I despise you!”
“It wasn’t like that — there were circumstances. And this car isn’t mine,” Lin Mo said awkwardly.
“Yeah right. Who else but your parents would let you drive this thing? Either your house got demolished for redevelopment, or you’ve found yourself a sugar mama! You’re treating me to dinner today, no excuses!” Lao Wan shouted.
Lin Mo coughed twice, nervously. “Ahem!”
“What, pretending to be sick now? Even if you were dying today, you’re still treating!” Lao Wan glared at him.
Lin Mo could only gesture toward the backseat with his eyes.
Puzzled, Wan Chunlong turned around — and froze.
In the backseat sat two women, one pure and demure, the other mature and elegant. Both smiled sweetly and waved.
“Hi~” they said in unison.
Wan Chunlong: “...”
“Wha— what’s this supposed to mean?”
“I told you already, the car’s not mine. I’m just the driver,” Lin Mo said helplessly, hands raised.
Lao Wan’s face twisted in pain. “Damn, you do have sugar mamas — two of them! Are you even human?!”
“Hey, you two, say something!” Lin Mo said, turning to the back.
Su He smiled sweetly. “Hello, I’m Xiao Mo’s dear big sister.”
Liu Rushuang added casually, “Hi, I’m his mistress.”
Lin Mo: “???”
Lao Wan: “Ah? You—you guys!”
He flung open the door and bolted out of the car, running for his life. What young man could handle this level of chaos?
“Hey! The photos — I made four extra copies. Give them to Li Yao and the others!” Lin Mo yelled out the window, holding a paper bag.
Hearing that, Wan Chunlong turned back, snatched the bag from him, and roared, “You’re despicable! Ahhh!”
Then he ran off again, clutching the bag, as if too embarrassed to be seen with Lin Mo.
Lin Mo: “...”
“You two should just keep quiet from now on!”