In the end, Lin Qingqiu still ‘softened.’ A delicate flower from a greenhouse had never truly faced bloodshed. Although her parents were harmed by Lin Hua’s family, she still chose to let them live a fate worse than death.
Her decision surprised Mo Cinian slightly. He had thought Lin Qingqiu would opt to send Lin Hua’s family to prison. But she actually wanted them to suffer endlessly?
He had seen many living saints, but it was his first time seeing a living devil.
It seemed the once well-behaved Lin Qingqiu was starting to turn dark.
“Is your foot feeling better?”
“A… a little better.”
“Let me see~”
“……”
The girl seemed resigned, no longer resisting, allowing Mo Cinian to take advantage.
Mo Cinian wasn’t a foot fetishist, but he couldn’t help but marvel. Only a female lead in a novel could have such perfect legs—absolutely crushing those so-called leg models.
With legs like these, it was almost a waste not to have her pedaling a tricycle.
…
As the car passed a supermarket, Lin Qingqiu suddenly called for a stop.
“What’s wrong?”
“I… I need to do something! Wait for me.”
“Mm.”
After speaking, Lin Qingqiu hurried out and returned within a few minutes.
“Buying something?”
“Y-yes.” Her cheeks flushed red, and even her neck was tinged with pink.
How could someone like Mo Cinian not notice her odd behavior? It wasn’t hard to guess what she had bought.
“Heh~”
He merely chuckled lightly without saying more.
“Where… are we going next?” Lin Qingqiu asked softly.
“Where do you think?”
Mo Cinian gave her a meaningful smile.
“……”
…
“It’s great not having to pay to stay in the top suite of a hotel.”
He finally experienced the life of a rich heir—staying in a hotel he owned, enjoying a top-tier suite without spending a cent. It was incredibly satisfying.
This suite cost over a hundred thousand yuan per night. In his previous life, even spending one night would’ve been painful. But now? It didn’t matter at all.
Though the original author rushed his ending and forced a plot death, the background and strength he left behind were undeniably top-tier.
Of course, without such a powerful background, how could the protagonist seem impressive in contrast?
In the past, he had to think before spending, but now? Money was no longer a concern!
Soon, Lin Qingqiu emerged from the bathroom. She wore a pure white nightgown, her long, wet hair cascading down. Water droplets clung to her smooth collarbone, and her fair skin glowed pink under the mist.
She looked like she had stepped straight out of a manga.
If Chen Hong had the style of a Korean mature woman, then Lin Qingqiu was undoubtedly the quintessential Japanese anime beauty.
Under Mo Cinian’s intense gaze, Lin Qingqiu trembled slightly and bit her lip. She was extremely nervous.
“Come here.”
Mo Cinian beckoned with a finger.
Just as Lin Qingqiu hesitated, a phone rang.
“Which bastard has such bad timing?”
Mo Cinian cursed as he checked the phone.
Caller ID: Old Man.
After a moment’s thought, Mo Cinian remembered—this was his cheap old man in this world.
He made a hand gesture to Lin Qingqiu, who nodded.
He answered the call.
The background noise was chaotic, and there were faint sounds of women.
“Hey? Brat, what are you doing? Why did it take you so long to pick up?”
The voice was rough.
“Old man, what’s gotten into you calling me?”
Mo Cinian smirked as he spoke.
Though their conversation seemed disrespectful, he knew well that the original host had always talked to his father like this.
“Brat, is that how you talk to your dad?”
“Heh…”
Having inherited the original memories, Mo Cinian knew this cheap old man well.
Mo Zhanhong—a name that sounded legendary. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Starting from a small-time arms smuggler, he had risen to become a feared arms tycoon with his own company and independent production line. His achievements spoke volumes about his abilities.
Especially in Western countries, where racial discrimination was rampant, it was rare for an East Asian face to rise to such heights.
However… this man was notorious for his womanizing ways. He had countless wives and concubines, living like a perpetually aroused stallion.
Mo Cinian even suspected this old man might be a Chosen One, bound to some ‘Blessed with Many Children’ system—becoming powerful simply by marrying and fathering more children.
…
But due to the death of the original host’s mother, there was a rift between father and son. The original host had always held resentment toward Mo Zhanhong.
“Do you still have enough money? If not, I can send you more.”
“No need.”
“You can’t be broke! Without money, you can’t even get a girl.”
“Heh… I’m not like you. I don’t throw yacht parties or flaunt impras. I have enough money.”
Mo Cinian began to mock.
Mo Zhanhong’s old face twitched. When had his son become so sharp-tongued?
Quickly, he changed the topic.
“By the way… I heard from Chen Jiu… you’re still chasing that Lin girl? Haven’t gotten her yet?”
“Let me tell you, no one can resist money. If you’re rejected, it’s either your method is wrong or you’re not throwing enough cash!”
“How about this, stop driving that crappy Ferrari of yours. I recently snagged something nice—a rare treasure, the only one of its kind in the world. I had to swallow my pride to get it! I haven’t even driven it myself.”
“Oh? What is it?”
If Mo Zhanhong called it a treasure, it had to be extraordinary.
A one-of-a-kind car?
As a sports car enthusiast, Mo Cinian was genuinely intrigued.
“Hehe… I’ve already had it air-shipped to you. You’ll love it. Compared to it, your Ferrari is like a meek little lamb!”
“I almost don’t want to give it up~”
Mo Cinian: “……”
Couldn’t you just tell me what car it is? Stop being so cryptic!
Mo Zhanhong babbled endlessly like an African grey parrot, making Mo Cinian’s ears ache.
“Oh! Right. Little Adele told me yesterday she misses you. She asked when you’ll come back. If you don’t return soon, she’ll come find you herself. And you know… no one can stop her.”
“Adele?”
Hearing the name, Mo Cinian’s mouth twitched involuntarily.