novelapdf Chapter 203 : Liu Rushuang — Revealed, Then What?
Chapter 203 : Liu Rushuang — Revealed, Then What?
Chapter 203: Liu Rushuang — Revealed, Then What?
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to the city? If Yuanyuan hadn’t come to the company, I wouldn’t have known at all,” Liu Rushuang said with a smile.
Looking at Lin Mo, she still felt a little embarrassed deep down, but the moment she heard the news, she rushed over in a hurry.
She had wanted to come over on Friday night, but Su He wouldn’t let her. She herself was too shy to insist. Yesterday, she was still thinking that since the holiday was coming up, she had to meet him at least once more—but she didn’t expect the opportunity to arrive so soon.
Even though Lin Mo would have gone to the company later even if she hadn’t come to pick him up, once a person started thinking of someone, it felt like a cat was scratching at her heart—itchy and restless, unable to focus on anything.
So she thought, she might as well take the initiative—first, she could see him sooner, and second, she wouldn’t have to suffer in suspense.
“Came to drop off a classmate, figured I’d just head over afterward. I feel bad troubling President Liu to pick me up in person—next time, just send a driver,” Lin Mo said with a smile.
Ever since Liu Rushuang had pushed her luck and teased him last time, he’d been thinking about finding a chance to get even. But these past two days had been so busy that he nearly forgot about it.
“Get lost, you smooth-tongued brat!” Liu Rushuang rolled her eyes at him with a flirtatious glare.
Hearing that, Lin Mo didn’t argue. Instead, his gaze slid downward and finally rested on her feet—a pair of black high heels, with her fair instep faintly visible.
Feeling his gaze, the usually composed Liu Rushuang blushed for once. Flustered and a little angry, she said, “What are you staring at? Want to try them on? Get in the car!”
After shooting him a glare, Liu Rushuang quickly sat in the passenger seat.
Seeing Lin Mo still standing there dazed, Liu Rushuang rolled down the window and said half-jokingly, “Aren’t you going to drive? Don’t you see I’m wearing high heels? I didn’t even have time to change shoes just to come pick you up!”
Lin Mo sighed helplessly, then got into the driver’s seat and adjusted the chair. After all, their heights were different—if he didn’t adjust it, sitting there felt like he was about to nurse the steering wheel.
“Hey, aren’t you going to say goodbye to your friends?” Liu Rushuang asked with a laugh, glancing at a few sneaky figures in the distance.
Following her gaze, Lin Mo indeed saw four people hiding behind a pillar. Especially Wang Chu, whose bulky figure left his rear end sticking out. Seriously, could the man only hide half his body?
These people loved tailing others but never did it right—it was almost like they were playing around.
“Don’t mind them. Not one of them is normal,” Lin Mo said calmly.
Then he started the car and slowly drove off, preparing to turn around ahead. Just as they passed by where the four were hiding, Liu Rushuang suddenly rolled down the window and waved cheerfully. “Hi there! Go home early, okay? Sister will treat you all to dinner sometime!”
Lin Mo: …
Everyone else: …
The car didn’t stop—it flashed by. Only Liu Rushuang sat in the passenger seat, laughing so hard she nearly doubled over, clearly delighted.
She loved teasing people like this—boys or girls, it didn’t matter. It always put her in a good mood for the whole day.
Class monitor Wang Jing said, “Wow, she’s so beautiful! If I looked like that, I wouldn’t even close the door when I poop!”
Sichuan Girl gritted her teeth. “Old Mo deserves death!”
Wang Chu said, “Told you he’s the main attacker!”
Beside them, He Xiaoyue covered her face with both hands and swallowed hard. “I’m in love. Mom, I’m actually gay!”
The other three: …
If Liu Rushuang heard that, she’d understand why Lin Mo said none of his friends were normal.
Liu Rushuang’s greatest charm was that she captivated not only men but women too—she conquered both. Just look at Zhao Tingting and Mrs. Zhao for proof.
Lin Mo drove all the way to the company and parked. The two got out and walked upstairs together.
It was the last day of the National Day short holiday. College students were already sneaking back early, while office workers were still grinding overtime—pretty miserable, honestly.
But since it was the final day, the office atmosphere was a bit lighter. Every department was rushing to finish their monthly summaries before the break, just to avoid any headaches during the holidays.
“Cabbage, bok choy, lettuce, romaine, green veggies, white veggies—whatever kind of veggie, fry it all! Pleasant Goat, Beauty Goat, Lazy Goat, Boiling Goat~”
The moment they opened the door, they heard Miss Yuan lounging on the sofa, playing games on her phone while singing happily. Her mood seemed excellent.
“You’re this old and still watching Pleasant Goat?” Liu Rushuang teased as she entered, naturally slipping off her high heels and putting on slippers.
Ever since Lin Mo and Su He both complained about her walking barefoot on the floor, saying her feet got dirty, she’d been paying more attention. After all, someone had a foot fetish—she might as well keep things clean in case she decided to “reward” him someday.
That alone showed that no matter how much a woman loved beauty, wearing high heels was always uncomfortable.
“Mind your own business. That’s still better than you—an adult who doesn’t wear shoes,” Miss Yuan countered without missing a beat.
Miss Yuan once said that at thirty, a woman could be elegant, confident, and poised—long wavy hair, high heels, and a slip dress. But she herself wanted to stay the kind of girl who’d see a sausage skewer, buy two immediately, and skip around happily all day.
Different attitudes toward life—Miss Yuan was just naturally cheerful. Even though her chest was practically flat, she lived joyfully.
Seeing Liu Rushuang and Miss Yuan together always gave the impression of watching two generations at once.
Lin Mo guessed Miss Yuan’s mental age wasn’t over seventeen—maybe sixteen, tops.
“Oh right, my dad sent a secretary over. He’ll transfer the money to you—let me call him up!” Miss Yuan said and made a quick phone call.
Soon, a middle-aged man walked in.
“Hello, Young Master Lin. I’m Secretary Shen, President Yuan’s secretary.”
“Hello, Secretary Shen. Just call me Lin Mo,” Lin Mo said, shaking his hand.
It was his first time being called “Young Master Lin.” The title left him a little embarrassed—he’d only ever heard it in novels.
But Secretary Shen, being a savvy man, would never call him by name directly. The fact that President Yuan had sent him personally showed how important this young man was—and with the president’s daughter and Liu Rushuang both here, he knew this wasn’t someone to take lightly.
Lin Mo then handed over his bank card, letting Secretary Shen handle everything. He didn’t need to lift a finger.
He noticed that this was how rich people operated—small change they’d transfer casually, but for big sums, they always had subordinates take care of it.
Not long after, Lin Mo received a transfer notification—two million yuan.
Secretary Shen handled things efficiently. Once it was done, he left immediately.
“Wait—what kind of private deal do you two have going on? Little brother, if you’ve got something good, your sister wants some too~” After Secretary Shen left, Liu Rushuang suddenly sounded jealous, even acting coquettish—the last few words trembled like a purr.
Lin Mo: …
Miss Yuan: …
“Did she just have a stroke?”
Lin Mo shook his head. “No idea—but she looks possessed.”
As soon as he said that, Miss Yuan suddenly flipped off the sofa like a carp and, to their shock, pulled a peachwood dagger and a yellow talisman from under her skirt.
“Bold demon! Reveal your true form, retreat! Retreat! Retreat!!”
Liu Rushuang straightened her chest proudly and turned on her “wave detector.”
“Revealed, and then what?”
The two: …