WVKWnovel Chapter 171 : Rushuang Empress Paid a Visit
Chapter 171 : Rushuang Empress Paid a Visit
Chapter 171: Rushuang Empress Paid a Visit
That one sentence nearly scared him into a cold sweat. After all, people driven by love into hatred could do all sorts of twisted things.
He was truly afraid that Mrs. Zhao might take some sort of action against him. Fortunately, he quickly recalled her situation—he was a man, after all, and should not fall within her range of romantic interest. Otherwise, Liu Rushuang wouldn’t have been so troubled.
But come to think of it, Lin Mo had met Zhao Yun twice and shared two meals with her. In her words, behavior, and mannerisms, he hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary.
Other than her short hair, he hadn’t found even the slightest trace of a masculine personality in her.
She was, through and through, a beautiful policewoman with an excellent figure.
Even her dressing style wasn’t unusual—she simply didn’t like wearing skirts like Liu Rushuang did. Jeans and sportswear were her usual choices. If he hadn’t received some information beforehand, Lin Mo would never have thought of Mrs. Zhao that way.
“Hey, you okay? Come on, how much have you even drunk? I’m not even tipsy yet.”
After just two bottles, Lin Mo could barely sit straight, one hand gripping the table as he swayed unsteadily.
“N-no problem. What kind of drink is this? Why does it feel so strong?” Lin Mo felt the world spinning around him.
“‘Strong Delight,’ just a regular cocktail. Seriously, I didn’t expect your alcohol tolerance to be this bad!” Zhao Yun said in surprise.
She herself had drunk four bottles—she felt a bit light-headed, but her mind was still clear and her steps steady.
“M-maybe it’s just stronger than it tastes. I’m fine, I’ll go wash my face,” Lin Mo said, pushing off the table to stand up.
Seeing this, Zhao Yun quickly stopped him. “Alright, alright, that’s enough. You’ve had plenty. Go get some rest. I’ll head back first. You just go to bed—no need to see me off. I live upstairs anyway, not far!”
In the end, Lin Mo still saw her to the door. He watched her enter the elevator before closing the door behind him and staggering back to the bedroom, where he collapsed straight onto the bed.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yun upstairs could only smile wryly to herself.
“Damn it, I was planning to pretend to be drunk and test your reaction, but you’re such a lightweight I didn’t even get the chance.”
She had wanted to learn more about what was going on between Liu Rushuang and Lin Mo, maybe even stir things up a little. For that, she had specifically put on a tight outfit.
If Lin Mo had tried to cross any lines while she “pretended” to be drunk, she could have exposed his true nature to Liu Rushuang and pushed for an early breakup.
Her alcohol tolerance was pretty good, and she could handle herself well—so she hadn’t been afraid. If Lin Mo had dared to cross the line, she would’ve sobered him up with a couple of punches.
But she hadn’t expected that this time she’d run into such a weak drinker—drunk after just a few bottles, leaving her with no chance to act.
Thinking about it, Zhao Yun rubbed her forehead, feeling that she had done something really foolish today. If she had known he was such a lightweight, she would’ve given him fruit juice instead.
Still, it wasn’t a total loss. At least now she knew the two of them weren’t living together, and there were no traces of another woman in Lin Mo’s place. It really seemed like their relationship had only recently been made official.
If that was the case, then maybe there was still hope.
After all, a person’s feelings couldn’t change so easily. Over the past two days, her emotions had been a mess—she couldn’t eat properly, couldn’t sleep properly. If she didn’t do something, she wouldn’t be able to let it go.
“Looks like I’ll have to find another chance to try again… sigh~~”
Mrs. Zhao sighed softly, then casually pulled off her tight vest and walked into the bathroom.
As for Lin Mo, he slept straight through until late the next morning, waking up with a splitting headache.
At that moment, there was a new item in the glass display case in his living room—a gong fan.
Indeed, it was what he had purchased after waking up that morning.
【Smith & Wesson .45 Revolver; 20 Bullets; ¥10.8】
【Four-leaf Clover Sterling Silver Bracelet; ¥0.12】
【Hermès Perfume Sachet; ¥2.45】
【Gong Fan; Zigong Intangible Cultural Heritage, Thin as Cicada Wings; ¥4.44】
None of the four items today came with any special description—they were, simply put, ordinary products. Given that, he naturally chose the most expensive one.
At first glance, Lin Mo’s eyes were drawn to the Hermès sachet. Though he had never bought such things before, he had heard of them—it was a luxury item for women.
But then his eyes caught on the words “Zigong Intangible Cultural Heritage” in the fourth entry. Anything with the term “intangible heritage” attached shouldn’t be ordinary.
He searched it online, and sure enough—it turned out to be a domestic luxury item. Though there wasn’t a reference price, it definitely wouldn’t be cheap. Most importantly, such an item could likely be sold without needing proof of purchase.
Anyone who could afford it could naturally tell real from fake. The fan surface was made of bamboo silk, and most impressively, it had two paintings of elegant ladies on either side—absolutely exquisite.
Without hesitation, he placed the order. Even if he couldn’t sell it, it would still make a fine decoration for his home.
At 10 a.m., Lin Mo was on a video call on the balcony of his living room.
“Yes, right here. Come in—I can see you. Go straight ahead, then turn left, second entrance.”
Indeed, as soon as he woke up, he had told Liu Rushuang everything about last night, scaring the Rushuang Empress so much that she didn’t even go to work. She had driven straight over.
Lin Mo called the elevator for her, and as it ascended, soon enough, Liu Rushuang appeared before him as the elevator doors opened.
Today, Liu Rushuang wore a black horse-face skirt, her hair pinned up with a hair stick, exuding an extraordinary air.
But Lin Mo had built up some resistance by now—this outfit was standard for the Rushuang Empress.
“So, this is where you live, huh? Not bad. The community looks decent.”
As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, Liu Rushuang smiled and handed him a paper bag.
“Hey now, you didn’t have to bring anything. Sister Rushuang, aren’t you being too polite?” Lin Mo joked.
Though his words sounded modest, his hands were anything but slow—he promptly accepted the bag.
At that, Liu Rushuang’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Polite? With you? You’re my little man now—at least in name. I haven’t even asked you for gifts, and you expect me to give you something?”
“Huh? Then this is…” Lin Mo lifted the bag curiously.
Liu Rushuang chuckled softly, stepped past him into the living room, and said, Of course, it’s some of my clothes and personal things. Next time she comes over, take them out and put them on display.
My man’s place, and yet I—the rightful one—haven’t even been here first? And she got here before me? What kind of nonsense is that?
What are you standing there for? Get me a pair of slippers! You expect me to walk in barefoot?”
Lin Mo: .