Chapter 248 : Hand Fans
Chapter 248: Hand Fans
If Liu Zhengyuan had known that his beloved tea leaves had been used as ingredients for tea eggs, he would have died of heartache.
Of course, it was fortunate that the two bottles of liquor Liu Rushuang brought were recognized by Old Lin; otherwise, her mom would have used a thirty-year-old bottle of Moutai to pair with crabs.
At the Liu family villa, inside Liu Rushuang’s bedroom, mother and daughter closed the door to whisper in private, completely isolating the only man in the house.
“Come on, tell Mom—how did it go over there these past two days?” Mrs. Cheng shut the door and immediately began gossiping.
Hearing that, Liu Rushuang felt a little embarrassed. “It was... fine. I went to his hometown ancestral house and even met his dad.
The next day, when no one was home, I went to his house again.”
Liu Rushuang briefly recounted what had happened in the past two days. She still had some sense of shame, so she didn’t mention that she had drunk Lin Mo’s father under the table; otherwise, her mom would have surely lectured her again.
Mrs. Cheng, upon hearing this, was quite pleased with her daughter’s progress. The only regret was that she hadn’t met the young man’s mother.
Even though things hadn’t officially begun yet—and even if they did, it wasn’t guaranteed to end in marriage—Mrs. Cheng, being easily bored, loved nothing more than this kind of gossip. Such was the dull and monotonous life of a rich lady.
Aside from having a lot of money, her life wasn’t much different from that of ordinary people—at most, she didn’t have to worry about making a living.
As for enjoying life and traveling, after so many years, she had played enough. The family had been wealthy for decades—what places hadn’t they visited, what foods hadn’t they tried?
When one had seen and tasted everything, naturally, it all became dull.
However, if her daughter were to fall in love, get married, and give her a grandchild, Mrs. Cheng would still have something to look forward to.
After all, she felt her life had been quite fulfilling—she had experienced everything there was to experience, and the only thing missing was becoming a grandmother.
“My daughter, not bad at all—you’ve even learned to take the initiative! So, what now? Are you really interested in this one? If you like him, then go ahead and date him.
Dating a college student is better than dating an old man or a middle-aged one. If you get tired of it, change and date someone else. Date a few more times, and you’ll settle down eventually. Even if you find someone you like, date for a few years before deciding.
Don’t be like me—I got married too early. Let me tell you, once a woman gets married, it’s like having shackles on her feet—no freedom at all.”
Mrs. Cheng began imparting her “wisdom.” Marriage was a serious matter that required caution, but it indeed came with its share of constraints. Even in her family’s position, that still held true.
“Oh, Mom~ I just went over to hang out with a friend and happened to stop by his house.” Liu Rushuang was a little embarrassed.
But how could Mrs. Cheng believe that? “Heh~ who was it that rushed over the moment she heard something happened there, huh?
But from what you’ve told me, that college kid doesn’t seem ordinary, does he?”
Liu Rushuang blinked. “Why? What’s wrong, Mom?”
“What’s wrong? Everything’s wrong! Look—according to what you said, his family is ordinary. His father’s a worker, his mother’s a teacher, they live in a regular apartment, and it’s not even that big. He hasn’t even graduated yet—so where’d he get the money to give you such an expensive fan?
I had your fan appraised these past two days—it’s genuine. Even though we can’t tell which generation of craftsmen made it, the workmanship is finer than the one I have. It’s worth two to three hundred thousand, easily collectible.
Now you tell me, how could a college student from a regular family afford something like that?” Mrs. Cheng explained.
If the fan had been gifted by someone else, that might have made sense—but given Lin Mo’s family background, it was highly questionable.
“It’s fine, Mom. The Angong Niuhuang Pill I gave you? He sold that to me. The other one was bought by Aunt Jiang’s Yuanyuan—each for four hundred thousand.” Liu Rushuang quickly explained.
She even mentioned how Lin Mo had borrowed money from them, made nearly two million in just a few days, and how he had recently earned another two million from Yuan Meng’s father.
Mrs. Cheng immediately sat up straight. She didn’t know the details, but she knew exactly who Yuan Guocheng was. For Lin Mo to earn money from that man—now that was impressive.
As for where his goods came from—that was his business.
“Not bad at all. At his age, with no family backing, making that much before graduation—that’s definitely potential. You’ve got good eyes, girl. How about arranging for me to meet him someday?” Mrs. Cheng’s peach blossom eyes glimmered with curiosity.
Even in their circle, it was rare for someone that young to have such ability—especially without family support.
If her own daughter were thrown out there without their family’s connections or resources, she probably couldn’t make that much either.
As for Lin Mo borrowing money—if he hadn’t paid it back, Mrs. Cheng would’ve suspected ulterior motives. But since he repaid it quickly and even profited, that meant he was smart—a solid investment, a “potential stock.”
“Ah? Um… maybe later!” Liu Rushuang’s heart skipped a beat.
Things hadn’t even gone that far yet, and her mom already wanted to meet him—it just felt awkward.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo was in the living room grinding through the prerequisite tasks for Wednesday’s God of Cooking.
He had both his laptop and tablet playing different shows simultaneously—each at triple speed.
To save time, he even subscribed to a premium membership to skip ads.
The prerequisites only required him to “watch all three shows”—they didn’t say he couldn’t speed them up or multitask. So technically, he was exploiting a loophole.
With two anime playing at 3x speed, the noisy chatter was driving him crazy, but he had no choice—time was short.
It was already Sunday, meaning he only had two more days before school started on Wednesday. He needed to finish the task before then.
One anime had 132 episodes, the other 52—if he watched them normally, he’d be dead tired in two days. So this was the only way. If he missed the deadline, he’d have to wait for the next Wednesday.
Just then, Lin Mo’s phone rang. When he checked, it was Sichuan Girl calling. He immediately answered.
“Hey, Old Mo! I heard from Wang Chu you’re back?”
The moment he picked up, Sichuan Girl’s lively voice came through, sounding a little excited.
“Yeah. What’s up?”
Sichuan Girl said, “There’s this lady who’s been DM-ing me nonstop, asking me to contact you. She wants you to draw a portrait of her younger self. She says she’s a huge fan—like, super into you! Do you have time?”
Lin Mo frowned. “A fan? I’ve never even shown my face—what kind of fan could I possibly have? You actually believe that?”
Sichuan Girl replied, “She said she likes your hands—calls herself your hand fan.”
Lin Mo let out a cold laugh. “Get lost! ‘Hand fan’? So she’s not my fan but likes me? Ask her how much she ‘likes’ me!”
“Huh? Hold on, I’ll ask,” Sichuan Girl said, then went quiet for a moment—probably typing to the woman. A moment later, she burst out laughing, “She says she likes you at least 10 grams a day! She’s almost at 100 grams now—and she wants to know if you want to see it!”
Lin Mo: ???
“What the hell? Since when can ‘liking’ be measured in grams—and be shown?”
Even Sichuan Girl sounded confused, but continued, “Yeah, that’s what she said. Wait—she says she’ll show us, but she needs to grab some paper first.”
Lin Mo froze for a second—then his face turned red-hot. “Get lost! What paper—damn it, she’s messing with you! No—she’s messing with both of us! You idiot! Turn back into Li Shiya, you brainless creature!”
The next second, Sichuan Girl’s shocked voice came through the phone. “Holy crap, Old Mo—it really is a hand fan!”
Lin Mo: “…”