Chapter 242 : Wealth Cannot Seduce Me—Then What Do I Need Wealth For!
Chapter 242: Wealth Cannot Seduce Me—Then What Do I Need Wealth For!
‘Crack, crack—’
“Holy crap, holy crap!”
In the living room, two crisp sounds echoed, followed by Comrade Old Lin’s pitch-perfect exclamation of national essence. His eyes suddenly looked much clearer.
“What are you shouting for? Weren’t you just saying not to? Now what’s all this yelling about!” Mom Zhou Min glared at her husband, then turned to her son curiously. “Son, that’s it?”
Lin Mo took a deep breath, wiped away the thin sheen of sweat from his forehead, and nodded. “Almost done. Dad, try walking a few steps.”
Hearing that, Comrade Old Lin cautiously stood up from the sofa—and immediately felt the difference in his body. “Eh? This is amazing! Not only does it not hurt anymore, my whole body feels light!”
Feeling that newfound lightness, Comrade Old Lin didn’t just walk—he even gave a little jump in the living room, performing for his wife and son.
Not only was the waist pain from today gone, even the fatigue accumulated from work seemed to have vanished. He felt absolutely fantastic.
Mother and son stared speechlessly at the family’s pillar of support acting like a maniac in the living room, completely unable to bear watching.
“All right, that’s enough! Don’t twist it again—your waist still needs rest. Take it easy for a few days,” Lin Mo said, waving his hand to calm his dad down.
Good thing it was already dark out, or else they’d be disturbing the neighbors.
“You hear that? Your son told you to take it easy. Come on, son, give your mom a massage too—my waist and neck have been sore.”
“Sure thing, Mom, have a seat.”
His mom had been a teacher for many years. After so long, her waist, neck, and shoulders all suffered from occupational strain—especially her neck, which often hurt.
If it hadn’t been for his dad throwing out his back this time, Lin Mo might’ve forgotten he even knew massage and bone setting.
Half an hour later, Mom Zhou Min sat comfortably on the sofa, turning her neck around with a satisfied sigh. “That really does feel a lot better. Impressive, son! I didn’t quite believe it before, but looks like your teacher really taught you something good.”
“Of course! Look who your son is. I’ve always known my boy would make something of himself. Now he’s in graduate school—maybe he’ll even become a famous traditional doctor one day. Son, you make sure to learn well from your teacher. Go visit him often during holidays. Oh, right—your dad and I went out today and bought some farm eggs, millet, sorghum, and mushrooms. Take them with you tomorrow and give them to your teacher.”
Comrade Old Lin sat on the other end of the sofa, smoking happily, his face full of pride. The more he looked at his son, the more satisfied he felt.
Hearing this, Mom Zhou Min rolled her eyes at him. “Do you need to say that? You’re like that smoking Zhuge Liang—always wise after the fact!”
Comrade Old Lin: …
Lin Mo: …
What a “Zhuge Liang after the fact.” It took Lin Mo a moment to react—come to think of it, that comparison wasn’t exactly wrong.
After giving both parents a full round of massage, Lin Mo felt a little tired himself. After all, he’d also gone sightseeing with Liu Rushuang earlier that afternoon. He went to the bathroom to wash up.
Meanwhile, his parents were still basking in the joy of their son’s massage and bone-setting skills.
At the same time, everyone else’s holiday was going splendidly in their own ways.
Sichuan Girl, unable to transform into Li Shiya at home, could only post from her old photo stash to keep updates going. Still, she was now a major influencer with two million followers, and her inbox was flooded with messages daily.
Especially after Lin Mo had shown his hand on her livestream—the messages from female fans had skyrocketed, filled with all sorts of bold and flirtatious comments.
But with fame came traffic, and most importantly, a family searching for a lost loved one had already reached out to her. They’d seen Lin Mo’s sketches and wanted him to help draw an age-progressed portrait.
Sichuan Girl was thrilled and had already started preparing. Everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.
As for Wang Chu at school, he had planned to relax for a few days. But now, he was being tormented by his class monitor daily—up early, back late, exhausted like a dog. He felt he might as well not have had a holiday at all.
Lying in his dorm, Wang Chu took a drag from his cigarette and sighed softly. “Old Mo, Chuanzi, hurry back, man. I can’t take this anymore!”
Meanwhile, Wang Jing was feeling quite happy. With the holiday, she suddenly had much more time to spend with Wang Chu. No matter what he thought, she felt their relationship was heating up nicely.
“Today’s task complete—our bond has gotten even closer. Tomorrow I’ll keep helping him lose weight. Together, we’ll be slim as lightning.
Turns out love isn’t that hard, hehe!”
Class Monitor Wang Jing muttered to herself while sketching in a small notebook—her personal “Romance Strategy Guide.”
Some ideas were from He Xiaoyue, others from online “girl-chases-boy” guides. It was already a very thorough plan.
As for Miss Yuan, her family was now in Yunnan. Mr. and Mrs. Yuan spent their days sightseeing, eating, taking photos, either by boat or car—relaxing and carefree.
Miss Yuan, however, got a burst of bravado and decided to climb Haba Snow Mountain. After a full day of being “walked like a dog” by her guide, she was now lying face-down asleep in the hotel.
Even so, she still posted a refined social media update—a selfie with the beautiful mountain scenery captioned: 【Mom, life is wild】.
Just before bed, Lin Mo happened to scroll past that post and gave it a like.
He hadn’t been to Haba Snow Mountain, but he’d heard the stories online—those climbers were tight-lipped types.
The guides smoked and strolled while getting paid, while the climbers paid money to be walked like dogs just for a photo. Fair exchange, he thought.
The next morning, after breakfast, Lin Mo’s phone rang—it was his cousin Su He, saying she was already at the gate of their community.
“Son, did you pack everything?” Mom Zhou Min asked while stuffing apples into his backpack.
“Mom, enough already! I can’t carry more. Just mail the rest to me later.” Lin Mo stood at the door, left hand holding millet and sorghum, right hand carrying mushrooms and eggs—he looked like a refugee.
“Nonsense! Why would I mail it when there’s a rideshare? Besides, these are for your teacher. They’re not expensive, but they show your respect. The millet and sorghum are pesticide-free, all organic. The eggs and mushrooms are from the mountains—more nutritious than farmed ones. You can’t find these in the city,” Mom Zhou Min scolded.
After experiencing her son’s massage and bone-setting skills yesterday, both parents agreed they should maintain a good relationship with Professor Li. Expensive gifts would seem like bribery, but these local goods were perfect—simple yet sincere, reflecting respect for the teacher.
“Got it, Mom. Okay, Dad, Mom, I’m heading out. Cousin Su He’s waiting for me at the gate.” Lin Mo said quickly and bolted for the door before his backpack could be stuffed with anything else.
“Ah, this kid—let me see you off!”
“No need, Mom! Take it easy, I’m going!” His voice echoed down the stairwell as he disappeared.
Seeing that, Mom Zhou Min could only sigh—she hadn’t finished nagging yet.
“All right, as long as the gifts are ready, let him handle it his way,” said Comrade Old Lin calmly.
“I just don’t want him to mess it up—it’d be impolite.”
Meanwhile, Lin Mo, walking downstairs, pulled some fruit and drinks from his backpack and set them on the two cars parked below his home.
Then, lighting a few cigarettes, he bowed toward both vehicles and poured the drinks over their hoods.
“May the cars run thousands of miles safely; man and machine, protect each other! Time’s tight—please understand!”
The Machine Soul was pleased. Lin Mo had nearly forgotten to pay his respects to his family cars—good thing he remembered before leaving. It was like adding an extra layer of insurance for his parents.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing? Get in already!” At the community gate, cousin Su He’s 2888T rolled down its window as she shouted.
“Coming, coming!”
Lin Mo walked up, lit three cigarettes, and bowed toward the car hood.
“What? You don’t trust your cousin’s driving skills?” Su He leaned out of the window, annoyed.
Lin Mo: “If I trusted you, I’d be an idiot!”
Su He: “You—!”
Just then, Liu Rushuang’s Maybach rolled slowly up. “Little brother, get in my car. Your sister’s an experienced driver—steady as they come! Besides, aren’t you worried about traffic if you go with her?”
“Bullshit! You’re the one who’ll get stuck in traffic! Cousin, get in—let this old cucumber drive herself home!” Su He shouted.
Liu Rushuang: “Little brother, I came all the way here. You really want to make me drive back alone? Come with me!”
Su He: “No way! Get in mine!”
Both women wanted Lin Mo in their car—after all, it was a long drive, and having company made the trip much livelier. Being alone was just too dull.
Liu Rushuang: “My seats are more comfortable!”
Su He: “My car’s got more space!”
“Mine’s more luxurious!”
“Mine looks better!”
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
Liu Rushuang: “Get in mine—”
Lin Mo: “???”
Su He: “…”
“Hey! What happened to your principles, huh? Little brother, remember—wealth cannot seduce you, poverty cannot move you!”
The moment she finished, Lin Mo turned and got straight into Liu Rushuang’s car, leaning out the window with a grin:
“If wealth can’t seduce me—then what do I need wealth for!”
Su He: “…”