Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"Love letter...? How did you find out?"

Chu Mo's eyes widened slightly, revealing a hint of surprise in their depths.

In middle school, he had indeed written a love letter to Qian Bingxue, but he was too naïve at the time and didn't dare to confess his feelings, ultimately sending the literary-flavored love letter to a magazine publisher instead of to her. Unexpectedly, the piece got published, and Chu Mo received his first ever payment for his writing.

Strictly speaking, it was because of that love letter that Chu Mo's writing journey began. Back then, he fantasized that if his desk mate, the girl he liked, would discover the article one day, she might realize it was his confession to her.

Due to his personality, Chu Mo never showed the published article to his desk mate. He had always thought she knew nothing about it, but now, as Qian Bingxue suddenly brought it up, a wave of emotions stirred within him. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Pfft... Is it really that surprising? Back in school, you were our class's famous talent. You've published so many articles, many of which I've read, and you've never changed your pen name. I just followed it and naturally found the confession letter. But in it, you mentioned liking a girl with long braids and dimples on her cheeks.

Was that me?"

With a bright smile, Qian Bingxue's eyes curved into crescents as she looked at Chu Mo, her entire body leaning slightly towards him, and the faint scent of mint lingered around his nose.

Qian Bingxue's voice was pleasant, soft as if a songbird was singing, and now, as she leaned slightly towards Chu Mo, they were only a fist's distance apart. It felt like back in school when they were desk mates—a slight movement would cause their shoulders to touch.

Chu Mo's cheeks were tinged with a slight blush, not from drinking. He had barely sipped his drink all evening and was far from drunk. Rather, what quickened his heartbeat was the present scene, recalling the sweet memories of their school days.

"If I'm not mistaken, once after PE class, you tried to buy me a drink, and I didn't accept it... Why did you think of buying me a drink?"

This question had troubled Chu Mo for many years. He had regretted not accepting the drink for a long time, thinking this matter would remain buried in his heart. Yet unexpectedly, today, in such a setting, he found himself asking this question.

The girl with the bright smile took a gentle breath. She didn't answer immediately, instead sitting up straight. After a moment, she murmured to herself:

"What young girl doesn't yearn for love?"

Chu Mo paused for a moment, then he picked up the strong liquor in front of him and took a big gulp. The spicy flavor overwhelmed his taste buds, but he just pursed his lips slightly and then shook his head with a wry smile:

"I... just how much did I miss! If only I had been more proactive back then...!"

"Pfft!"

Seeing Chu Mo's distressed look, the girl beside him revealed her smile again. Qian Bingxue covered her mouth with a giggle and rolled her expressive eyes, speaking with a laugh:

"What are you thinking? Back then, even if two people liked each other, what good would have come from it? We'd have probably gone our separate ways eventually. In fact, I think it's rather nice this way. Because we never got together, the memories are all the more beautiful and poignant."

At the dining table, a group of young men and women were chatting and laughing. The prominent figures were Zhou Zilan and a senior surnamed Tan, one obviously ingratiating, the other speaking eloquently, leaving the others no choice but to flatter them.

Only Chu Mo and Qian Bingxue, the real old classmates, were there reminiscing about old times.

Time passed and as the meal approached its end, everyone thoroughly enjoyed their food and drinks. Just then, Qian Bingxue once again leaned close to Chu Mo, her face full of curiosity:

"Seriously, what have you been up to in Modu these past few years? It's hard to keep in touch with our old classmates. Think about it: our class had dozens of people, and look at today's gathering—only a dozen or so, and most of them are from the previous year. Besides a very few who stayed in town, most have moved away. Only someone with no prospects like me would struggle in such a third-tier city!"

While she spoke, Qian Bingxue suddenly turned around and took out a business card from her bag. Then, very formally, she handed it to Chu Mo with both hands. After Chu Mo accepted it, she continued:

"You know, I opened a flower shop. It's not much, but it gets me by, just enough not to starve. If you ever want to chase a girl and need flowers, just come by my shop. I'll personally prepare a big bouquet for you."

Qian Bingxue had a bit to drink, her cheeks flushed with a captivating red, her entire presence emitting an alluring charm.

With a smile, Chu Mo accepted the business card she handed him. The words "Tong Che Florist" were written in artistic calligraphy, carrying a certain charm. He pocketed the card and, touching his pocket subconsciously, his face turned slightly red, and Chu Mo bitterly smiled and said: