Trillionaire's Slice of Life

Chu Mo stayed at his hometown for a week, during which he almost didn't go anywhere, devoting all his time to his parents. It wasn't until his mother urged him to attend to some proper affairs and stop idling around the house that Chu Mo finally set off on his journey back to the magic capital.

In mid-March, the magic capital was experiencing beautiful and sunny weather. The climate had been warm for some time, and girls in short skirts could already be seen on the streets, as the entire city once again burst into brilliant colors.

World's number one goddess Amy Belle, after completing her concert in Xiangjiang, immediately held her next solo concert in Pole Country.

The entire concert was equally successful. It was said that in Pole Country's National Stadium, a total of eighty thousand fans attended this feast. Her next concert in Los Angeles, USA, was scheduled to take place one week later.

Pole Country is very close to Hua Country, just a few hours away by a direct flight. Chu Mo specifically contacted Amy and sent a private jet to bring her to the magic capital. Naturally, he used his personal connections, and his purpose was to have her endorse Lu Siyue's cosmetics company's new product.

Miss Lu Siyue's new product had already hit the market, and now there was an urgent need for a well-known spokesperson. Chu Mo, interested in investing in the cosmetics industry, also wanted to win over Lu Siyue and tie the entire Lu family of the magic capital to his chariot, all based on his own powerful influence.

And inviting the world's number one goddess Amy to be the spokesperson was a demonstration of Chu Mo's strength.

Clearly, Amy Belle still remembered the favor Chu Mo had done for her not too long ago. This time Chu Mo invited her in his personal capacity, and she readily agreed without much persuasion.

At ten in the morning, the Boeing private jet landed smoothly at Changhong Airport in the magic capital. Scores of mysterious men in black escorted a fully armed blonde down the plane, who then directly boarded a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

A fleet of understated yet luxurious cars drove straight from Changhong Airport to Tianxiangyuan Grand Hotel, where Zhan Bingxue, the Chairman, personally received the world's number one goddess and arranged a presidential suite for her to rest.

At noon, Chu Mo also arrived at the Tianxiangyuan Grand Hotel. As the host, it was his responsibility to properly entertain Amy and her party.

Tianxiangyuan Eighty-Nine Floors' Shangri-La Themed Hall, a venue originally accessible only to billionaires, was emptied today, and the entire hall hosted only two guests—Chu Mo and Amy.

The first time Chu Mo saw Amy, dressed to the nines, even though he had braced himself, he was still floored by her unparalleled beauty.

Just ten days earlier, at the back door of Xiangjiang Stadium, even though he had carried her for several kilometers and nearly lost half his life, it was dark, and the street lights were dim. Plus, she had been wearing a mask, so Chu Mo had only vaguely seen a pair of dazzling eyes that could mesmerize anyone. But this time, it was his first real glimpse of her ultimate beauty.

Ordinarily, people in Hua Country hold a different aesthetic standard for blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners. For instance, the foreign maids Annie and Tina at his home: in foreign countries, their looks might score more than ninety-five points, but in the eyes of Hua Country's aesthetic, Tina's beauty score was only ninety-four.

The missing point arises from the differences between Eastern and Western beauty standards.

However, on Amy, such differences could almost be entirely disregarded.

Even though Chu Mo had been accustomed to seeing various beauties recently, even major superstars falling head over heels for him, he was still astonished by the woman before him.

Unlike the black coat she wore last time, Amy now donned an off-shoulder pure white gown, her beautiful collarbones subtly visible. The fabric of the dress was so white it seemed almost transparent, reflecting light gently, like an angel's wings, yet revealing nothing.

Chu Mo noticed that the hem of her dress formed a low-to-high arc, elegantly puffing out slightly, revealing her jade-like, long, white legs. Diamonds adorned the edge of her skirt, sparkling like countless beautiful dewdrops at dawn.

Such a simple attire brought about an exhilarating feeling, and as Chu Mo's gaze shifted, a deep fascination flashed in his eyes.

The lady before him had golden hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a head ornament on her forehead. The delicate platinum chain made her slightly curled hair appear pure and beautiful, and a diamond hung on her snow-white neck, exceptionally beautiful and dazzling. That radiance seemed alive, like the moon, inspiring awe.

What truly captivated one's gaze was the pair of serene, radiant eyes of the woman. Her beauty could not be described by human language. Even the most elegant and extravagant words couldn't sketch a tenth of her features. It was a mysterious and pure visage, making one wish to lay all the world's beauty at her feet just for a faint smile from her.

Chu Mo stood still, lost in thought for several seconds, until the woman opposite him let out a gentle laugh, which brought him back from his trance.

Taking a deep breath and striving to suppress the waves in his heart, Chu Mo forced himself back to normality and took the initiative to approach and say,

"Miss Amy, has anyone ever told you that you resemble a pure angel? Forgive my vulgarity, but I can't find suitable words to describe your beauty at the moment."