Chapter 245 : Who the Hell Drained Your Yang Energy
Chapter 245: Who the Hell Drained Your Yang Energy
No matter how mature or rich a woman was—even a female CEO—she could still curse. Especially when she saw that smug expression on Lin Mo’s face, Liu Rushuang couldn’t help but spit in disdain.
Though she looked down on Lin Mo’s childish competitiveness, Liu Rushuang at least knew how to give a man face when they were out in public.
That was something her mother had taught her since she was little, so she was still willing to back Lin Mo up when needed. But now that everything was over, what was that proud look on his face for? Who was he showing off to?
As for her suppressing an entire carload of girls with her aura alone, Liu Rushuang didn’t feel any sense of achievement—if anything, she just found it boring.
After all, in terms of looks, there weren’t many girls who could make her feel pressured. Not to mention the difference in social status—the two sides weren’t even on the same level. What sense of accomplishment could there be?
Soon, their car reached the site of the traffic accident ahead. It was at a fork in the road—a sharp turn where two cars had collided head-on. The crash had been quite severe, with both front ends crushed. The damaged vehicles had already been moved to the roadside, though it wasn’t clear if anyone was injured. Several traffic officers were directing cars through.
Under the police’s guidance, their car quickly passed through the site. The road ahead opened up, and Lin Mo immediately hit the accelerator.
Feeling in high spirits, he angrily pushed the speed up to 75, entering what he proudly called “racing mode.”
When Liu Rushuang saw the so-called “racing speed” that barely beat a snail’s pace, she couldn’t help but say, “You’d better just stick to driving in the side lanes. Don’t you dare get on the highway, or you’ll be the reason for the next traffic jam!”
Lin Mo: …
No matter what Liu Rushuang said, the speed wasn’t going any higher. Seventy-five was already plenty fast, okay? There were thousands of roads, but safety was always the first. Drive carelessly, and your family cries in pairs. He wasn’t about to risk his life for a thrill.
Fortunately, Liu Rushuang had driven most of the way. Jiangning wasn’t far now, and by noon, the two arrived safely at the university.
“Wanna come up for a bit?”
At the gate of Chengyue Community, Lin Mo extended an invitation. They weren’t strangers—Liu Rushuang had been there before, even stayed over twice—so there was nothing awkward about it.
Hearing that, Liu Rushuang, sitting in the driver’s seat, waved her hand. “Nah, I gotta get home and return the car to my dad. Next time. I’m still waiting for you to treat me to dinner, remember?”
Lin Mo gave her an OK gesture. “Don’t worry, I remember. Drive safe.”
“See you.” Liu Rushuang lifted her chin slightly, then made a sharp U-turn and disappeared from the gate.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Mo turned to look at the familiar surroundings. Everything felt the same, yet somehow different.
He hadn’t even been gone for long, but it felt like ages. Especially after what had happened with Jiang Xia—it made him feel that just being alive was the greatest blessing. Many things he used to dwell on no longer seemed that important.
After all, compared to those who were gone, their little worries were nothing.
Tightening the straps on his backpack and carrying the “local specialties” his mom had packed, Lin Mo walked straight into the community. He hadn’t graduated yet, so all he needed to do now was enjoy life.
Click.
As the door to the living room opened, Lin Mo returned to his small temporary nest after a week away.
He put the local goods in the fridge, opened the windows to air the place out. It had only been a few days, so there wasn’t even any dust—no need to clean.
But when he went to the bathroom for a shower and came out ready to change, he immediately noticed something was off.
“Huh? Why are there so many new things in my bedroom?”
The bedside table and drawers were now filled with skincare products, and his once-empty wardrobe was stuffed full of women’s clothes—spring, summer, autumn, winter—even pajamas. A row of shoes lined up neatly on the floor.
Anyone who saw it would think this was a Sichuan girl’s bedroom.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Mo immediately understood. These things were obviously Liu Rushuang’s—he’d even seen her wearing some of those dresses before.
As for his own clothes, they now only occupied a small corner of the closet—just a few pitiful pieces scattered here and there.
Sighing, Lin Mo called Liu Rushuang.
“Hello? What, missing your big sister already after just parting ways?”
Liu Rushuang’s teasing voice came through the phone.
Rolling his eyes, Lin Mo said bluntly, “Bullshit. Why are your clothes all over my room? What are you up to?”
“Gotta play the part properly, right? Yuanyuan lives just upstairs, so of course I need to be cautious. I took advantage of the past few days to move my stuff over. No need to thank me,” Liu Rushuang said with a grin.
Lin Mo: …
“Thank you? Yeah, right! You brought so many clothes that I barely have space for my own!”
“Oh, right—don’t touch the box at the bottom of the closet, got it? That’s not for boys to see. Anyway, I’m almost home. Bye-bye!” she said, then hung up before he could respond.
Hearing the busy tone, Lin Mo was fuming. Just as he got up to head to the living room, his eyes narrowed. Slowly, his gaze fell to the cardboard box at the bottom of the wardrobe.
“Don’t touch it? And ‘not for boys to see’? Who the hell do you think you are, giving me orders in my own place? I’m looking!”
He immediately opened the box—and froze.
Inside were two pairs of unwashed white socks, yellowed and stiff. On top was a note:
【Since you didn’t listen, wash them for me. If they get moldy, it’s your fault!】
Lin Mo: …
“Goddamn it…”
She must’ve known he’d open it out of defiance. If he hadn’t touched it, fine—but now that he had, how could he just let stinky socks rot in his room?
Even if Liu Rushuang was a goddess, her socks could still stink!
Meanwhile, Liu Rushuang, having hung up, was grinning slyly.
“Let’s see you escape this one, little guy. Be a good boy and wash big sister’s socks!”
Back at Lin Mo’s, he was indeed washing socks—while messaging Wang Chu to tell him he’d returned.
Just as he hung the socks out to dry, there was a sudden knock at the door—loud and urgent.
“I’m coming, I’m coming! Why the rush?”
Lin Mo was puzzled. It hadn’t even been ten minutes—Wang Chu was that fast?
When he opened the door, standing outside was a pale-faced, hollow-eyed, dark-circle-wearing fat man—none other than Wang Chu.
Except he looked utterly drained, as if his kidneys had been overworked. If it weren’t bright noon, when the yang energy was at its peak, Lin Mo might’ve thought he’d seen a ghost.
“Damn! Who the hell drained your yang energy?!”
Wang Chu: “Waaah~~ Old Mo, you’re finally back!”
Lin Mo: “???”