Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"If you don't mind, may I give you a ride?"

The towering detective agency president, Jiang Tao, who stood at two meters twenty, respectfully bent down and opened the rear door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom for Chu Mo. Just as he was about to step into the vehicle, Chu Mo paused, looking at Qian Bingxue in the car, her face flushed and eyes wide. He slightly curled the corner of his mouth, his expression gentle.

Inside the taxi, Qian Bingxue's heart was beating rapidly as she swallowed hard. She opened her mouth, intending to say something, but no words came out.

After seeing the indifferent expression on the face of the young man opposite her, she hesitated for a moment. Then, after taking a deep breath, Qian Bingxue stepped out of the taxi and joined Chu Mo in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

Shortly after, a fleet of twelve luxury cars, each worth millions, began to move slowly. When the motorcade entered the main road, the distance before and after the twelve vehicles, over ten meters, kept any other vehicles from daring to come close.

Such a luxurious motorcade would make room even in the super-city of Modu; not to mention in a small county beyond the third tier, nobody dared to challenge them in the slightest.

In the back of the Rolls-Royce, Chu Mo and Qian Bingxue sat side by side, with just a fist's width between them. However, it was just this small distance that completely separated them, like a chasm.

"Chu Mo, you really are too cunning. No wonder you dodged the question several times at the dinner table when asked what you do. So you've become a big boss and really made it big. Among our classmates, I think you're the most impressive!"

Qian Bingxue's voice carried a touch of slight excitement and some surprise she hadn't noticed herself. The woman, with a face full of seductive charm, had a flushed face, even her small ears had turned pink.

At this moment, the woman's gaze would occasionally drift toward Chu Mo's cheeks, her expression tinged with a faint shyness.

Chu Mo sighed gently. It wasn't that he intended to hide anything; it was just that his affairs in Modu weren't easy to explain to others. So, at the drinking party earlier, whether it was Zhou Zilan asking or Qian Bingxue's curiosity, he deflected and did not answer directly.

Chu Mo had never planned to show off in front of his classmates. It was just habit for him to be accompanied by so many bodyguards, given his status and identity. Wherever he went, his retinue consisted of dozens of bodyguards, which had become a rule.

If he had wanted to show off, he could have just brought a few bodyguards to the private room, and certainly, no one would have looked down on him. The reason he walked at the end, waiting for everyone else to leave before he did, was that he did not want to be seen.

As for Qian Bingxue, insisting on staying till the end and wanting to walk with Chu Mo, she only witnessed this scene.

Chu Mo did not want to elaborate further, and he said offhandedly:

"Actually, I wasn't planning to attend this gathering. It's just that I couldn't bear to refuse your invitation... I don't really like these kinds of occasions. As for me now... I just had some good luck, made a little fortune in Modu, and have a bit of clout."

After explaining, Chu Mo sighed softly. He hadn't intended to hide anything, nor did he want Qian Bingxue to overthink. At this moment, the woman beside him suddenly covered her mouth with her hand. With sparkling eyes, she looked directly at Chu Mo and laughed softly:

"You're still the same Chu Mo, just like before, still so low-key!"

Chu Mo turned his head, looking into the woman's bright eyes. For a moment, he could still see the shadow of her youthful self. Time indeed was a cruel butcher; the young girl he remembered, who once sported pigtails and dimpled when she smiled, had now become a mature, charming woman—a wife and mother.

Perhaps because there were no longer any thoughts in his heart, Chu Mo felt none of the previous nervousness and anticipation. There were no longer any possibilities between them, and perhaps becoming friends was a good choice after all.

The motorcade kept moving and, after about fifteen minutes, the Rolls-Royce slowly stopped in front of a residential complex. Qian Bingxue stepped out, giving a slight wave to herself, still with a smile on her face!

Her husband and child were waiting for her at home, so it wasn't convenient for him to visit her at this time. Chu Mo, too, waved goodbye, and as the motorcade slowly departed, Qian Bingxue took out her phone by the roadside. She answered a call and seemed to be gently saying something to the person on the other end.

Chu Mo turned his head, looking through the car window for one last glimpse of the receding figure—perhaps the last time he would see her. Tonight, he would wave goodbye to the youth he had long cherished.

"What's meant to be will come eventually, and what's not will only be in vain... It's time to say farewell to the past!"

In the back seat of the car, Chu Mo murmured to himself. He glanced one last time at the increasingly blurry figure behind him, then sat up straight, tipped his head back slightly, and closed his eyes.

However, before the motorcade had gone far, just as Chu Mo was resting with his eyes closed, a woman's desperate shouting suddenly echoed in his ears!

"Chu Mo!"

The motorcade had already traveled a distance, and her forceful voice had grown very weak as it reached his ears, but just this faint shout made Chu Mo's heart start pounding violently again. He abruptly opened his eyes and called out anxiously:

"Stop the car!"

The next moment, the Rolls-Royce in the center of the fleet came to an immediate halt. Chu Mo turned his head and instantly saw the woman behind him waving this way.