Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"...

The snow falls so deeply, so earnestly,

Reflecting the scars I lie within it,

I don't care about how battered I am,

But who will be with you in the future is my concern,

...!"

In the car stereo, A-Qian's ethereal and unique singing voice continued to echo, and at this moment, the atmosphere inside the spacious Buick was somewhat oppressive.

Chu Mo's gaze shifted out of the vehicle as he looked at the tall buildings outside the window, silent for a moment.

"When I introduced you to my mom before, I said you were just an ordinary office worker, and this Buick was yours. Remember not to blow your cover!"

Yang Xuan, sitting beside him, looked straight ahead. Her complexion was calm, only her fair, jade-like hands gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly.

Suddenly feeling a strong urge to smoke, Chu Mo, who seldom smoked, used to just drink a cup of coffee to boost his spirits while writing, but now, for some reason, he had the desire to puff away. Unfortunately, there was no cigarette in the car to satisfy his craving.

So, even with unlimited money, sometimes money isn't omnipotent.

Money can help solve ninety-nine percent of the problems, but that remaining one percent still needs to be resolved by oneself.

Emotions belong to that one percent, and, unfortunately, emotions are what Chu Mo is least adept at managing.

Chu Mo took a deep breath and then nodded, saying,

"Don't worry, I will definitely make Auntie satisfied."

His expression was unusually serious this time, far from the casual manner he took in dealing with things before.

The two didn't speak again, as one song, "Earnest Snow," ended in the car, and another, "Ambiguity," began to play.

Chu Mo hadn't paid attention before, but now he realized that since he got into the car, the stereo had played a series of more than a dozen songs, all by the singer A-Qian. He glanced at the beautiful woman beside him and quickly began to calculate.

If Yang Xuan liked it, then he would definitely have Qin Zixuan sign that singer called A-Qian. Later, he could arrange a personal concert for Yang Xuan.

At twelve fifty-five, the Buick parked in a spot near the high-speed rail station, and Chu Mo and Yang Xuan got out of the car and hurried towards the exit of the station.

As seconds ticked by, just as they reached the exit and steadied their feet, a large crowd started to flood towards them.

Chu Mo had never met Yang Xuan's mother, so he could only stand by.

However, with Yang Xuan's height of 1.72 meters and her stunningly beautiful face that scored a ninety-five, she truly attracted a lot of attention. If it weren't for Chu Mo, the tall man by her side acting as her chaperone, probably many would have already approached her.

Two minutes later, Yang Xuan's eyes suddenly brightened as she beckoned to a very dignified middle-aged woman in the crowd, simultaneously calling out,

"Mom, over here!"

Unlike those around her laden with bags big and small, the woman approaching them wore an appropriate emerald-green long dress, her neat bobbed hair adding to her style. She held only a small bag with her bracelet-adorned hands.

Logically, since Yang Xuan was already twenty-six, this aunt should be in her forties, nearly fifty years old, but her appearance did not look old, perhaps due to the elegant poise she carried, she seemed not at all like someone over the age of forty.

With a daughter like Yang Xuan, who had a ninety-five in beauty, standing in front of him, the middle-aged woman scrutinized Chu Mo from top to bottom with serious attention, but her eyes revealed none of the pleasure a mother-in-law might find in her daughter's suitor.

"Auntie, I am Chu Mo!"

Upon Chu Mo's words, the middle-aged woman didn't respond. Instead, she took Yang Xuan's hand and the two of them strode forward,

After walking a few steps, Yang Xuan, whose hand was held by the middle-aged woman, looked back gently and then gave Chu Mo a helpless expression.

Chu Mo took a gentle breath, having come prepared, knowing that the middle-aged woman came to take Yang Xuan away, and he was the biggest stumbling block, so naturally, she wouldn't look kindly upon him.

Adjusting his emotions, Chu Mo followed behind the two unhurriedly.

By the time they reached the parking lot, Yang Xuan pulled the woman into the back seat of their Buick. After Chu Mo climbed into the driver's seat and started the car, intending to ask where they should head next, the woman in the back seat suddenly spoke up:

"So, you must be Xiao Mo. I've heard Xuan Xuan mention you many times before."

It was the first time the woman had spoken to him. Chu Mo turned off the car's sound system, then turned slightly toward her with a sincere expression on his face, saying earnestly:

"Auntie, I truly care for Xiao Xuan. If we are together, I am certain I can make Xiao Xuan happy."

Yang Xuan, sitting in the back seat, blushed slightly. She stole a quick glance at Chu Mo's serious face, then looked down shyly. Yet, a special brilliance shimmered from the depths of her bright eyes.

This was the first time Chu Mo had uttered the word "like." He wasn't normally good at expressing himself. Typically, he would silently take action but never took the initiative to say much. For instance, he had quietly arranged villas and luxury cars for Yang Xuan and prepared tens to hundreds of billions for club funding…

He never spoke about these actions, nor did he frequently talk about love or affection. So even now, whether it be Yang Xuan or Tao Yun, the first woman he had been intimate with, he had never taken the initiative to tell any of these women words like "like" or "love."

This was his first confession to a woman.

The already stunningly beautiful Yang Xuan's face flushed with a pink hue, her eyes like pools of water, lending her an air of sweet enchantment.

The middle-aged woman beside her naturally noticed her daughter's coquettish demeanor. She looked once more at her deeply moved daughter, then took a serious look at the young man who had captured her precious daughter's heart. After a slight pause, she spoke in a cool tone:

"Xiao Mo, since you call me auntie, don't take it amiss that I am being nosy. Xiao Xuan is our family's only darling daughter. We as her family, certainly care about her more than you do, and wish for her happiness more than you could. To put it harshly, if one day you two break up, the two of you might become strangers, but Xiao Xuan will always be our cherished daughter.

I say this hoping you can understand a mother's earnest intentions!"

Chu Mo nodded. He couldn't deny the woman's words. He had known Yang Xuan for merely three years, with their relationship confirmed for just two months, while the woman before him had been with Yang Xuan since her birth. As the woman had said, too many uncertainties existed in the world.

It wasn't impossible for him and Yang Xuan to break up, but Yang Xuan and the woman would always be mother and daughter.

The woman locked eyes with Chu Mo, her tone serious as she said:

"I've heard from Xiao Xuan that you're not actually a local from this metropolis, right? Then you definitely don't have a matrimonial home in the city for marriage!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Mo wanted to object. He was about to say that he did have a place to stay in the city, but then he remembered she was talking about a matrimonial home for marriage.

Though Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One was indeed home to him, to be honest, he had been intimate with too many women at the villa, including Tao Yun, others like Yi Yu, Qin Zixuan, and Yang Xuan, all within the 150-square-meter master bedroom on the third floor. That room bore the traces of too many women, and a matrimonial home should be new or at least clean.

If one day he truly were to marry Yang Xuan, he reasoned, a new matrimonial home should be prepared.

Withholding his retort, he kept his thoughts to himself.

Seeing Chu Mo momentarily speechless yet ultimately not objecting, the woman continued:

"You should know how expensive housing in the metropolis is—starting from tens of thousands even in remote suburbs. Near the city center, it would be at least forty thousand per square meter. When you get married, not to say you need a big place, but at least a hundred square meters is essential. That's over four million.

"You also don't need an expensive car—something below four hundred thousand wouldn't be presentable. Plus all the miscellaneous expenses, if you want our Xiao Xuan to stay in the metropolis, you'd need at least five million as a starting point. For a young man like you, a monthly salary of ten thousand is considered good. Being able to save half in a year means you're good with money.

Assuming you save up fifty thousand a year, you expect our Xiao Xuan to wait for you a hundred years before marrying?"

The woman's demeanor remained calm. She didn't curse or act unreasonably, nor did she cause a fuss. She merely stated the facts calmly, hoping to dissuade Chu Mo with the stark realities in front of them.

In fact, if not for the limitless credit card, even if Chu Mo and Yang Xuan had feelings for each other, they most definitely wouldn't have gotten together. It was unrelated to love but, as the woman in front of him said, just the basic conditions alone could crush them both.

However, the world does not operate on "what-ifs," and the current situation was that Chu Mo had a limitless credit card. The formidable obstacles described by the woman were, in Chu Mo's eyes, not even worth considering!

He glanced from the corner of his eye at Yang Xuan, who had her cheeks suffused with redness, warmth glowing in his eyes. He looked back at the middle-aged woman across from him and sincerely said:

"Auntie, everything you said is true. I have parents too, and my mom also constantly worries and checks in on me. So, I understand a parent's concern for their child. The one thing I can guarantee is that Xiao Xuan will never be worse off than anyone else. Auntie, you choose—if you tell me where to buy a house, we'll buy it there!"

Chu Mo's expression was earnest, though his tone was grandiose.

The haughty middle-aged woman had been planning to use the prospect of a house and car to pressure Chu Mo into giving up on his own, not expecting that this straightforward young man wouldn't take the bait and even said she could choose the house. She wasn't familiar with the metropolis, and asking her to choose a house was indeed a challenge for her.

But, after a moment, a location suddenly popped into her head. Seeing Chu Mo's bold talk, she wanted to take him down a peg, so she blurted out:

"Isn't Tomson Yipin the most famous place in the metropolis? Even an outsider like me has heard of it. Since you say you can assure our Xiao Xuan won't be inferior to anyone, then let's choose the very best—Tomson Yipin!"

After her words, she expected Chu Mo to feel embarrassed, then bow his head in shame. However, contrary to her expectations, he nodded without hesitation.

Then, as the middle-aged woman's eyes widened slightly in surprise, Chu Mo started the car and said with conviction:

"Auntie, then let's settle on Tomson Yipin!"