Chapter 6: Seven Days to Cultivate a First Love Face

"Pull your mom, you're the one taking a dump, your whole family is taking a dump here!"

Lin Mo walked away grumbling. It was too damaging to his self-esteem. The kid flying a kite nearby, you don't care about; the old man selling kites, you don't care about; but because I squat in a corner for a while, you say I'm taking a dump?

If it weren't for the fact that everyone around was looking over, Lin Mo would have definitely had a word or two with that security guard.

Mostly, he was genuinely afraid that some kid would run over and ask him, "Are you here to take a dump?" Wouldn't that be the end of it? What about his reputation?

If things went south, he might even end up on the local news. He could already imagine the headline.

【Shocking: Man caught taking a dump in Jiangning City People's Park】

Once he thought it through, Lin Mo felt inexplicably relaxed. Looking at the balance in his WeChat Pay, he suddenly didn't know how to spend it.

Luxury goods? This bit of money wasn't nearly enough. Go for a big feast? Better not; after all, while his family wasn't super wealthy, they weren't struggling either, and they never skimped on his food and drink.

After much deliberation, the only option was to invest in himself.

He headed straight to the mall and bought two outfits, changing everything from the inside out, which cost 3,500. He went for a seafood buffet at noon, spending 89, and in the afternoon, he spent a hefty sum to find the "Tony-sensei" that Yuan Meng often recommended to get a trendy haircut, costing 300.

After all, he usually got his hair cut for 25, so spending three hundred this time was a huge upgrade.

But there are benefits to being expensive; at least he was very satisfied with the hairstyle, and it even included a treatment, though he still felt it was a bit of a loss.

When he walked out of the barbershop, he looked like a brand-new person: black shirt, black wide-leg trousers, short, textured hair—full of youthful energy.

Especially since the new clothes fit so well, Lin Mo felt much more confident. Walking down the street, he felt like people were looking at him—though that might have been an illusion. Truly, clothes make the man.

Dressing up, investing in himself, and pleasing himself—this was the tone Lin Mo set for his life.

As for romance, he had a "cheat code" now, so why bother with that stuff? Besides, he hadn't managed to date in three years of college; would he really manage to in his final year?

He then went to the supermarket to buy a pile of snacks and fruit; his home stock was running low. As for groceries, forget it; he didn't know how to cook anyway.

By the time he returned, it was already five in the afternoon. Carrying bags in both hands, he struggled to walk into his apartment complex.

"Yo, you're back! Went clothes shopping? Looking sharp!"

Suddenly, someone spoke to him from behind. Lin Mo turned and saw He Qiang, the owner of the supermarket at the entrance of the complex.

He saw him straddling an electric scooter, with a massive carp tied to the back seat—it had to be at least thirty-something pounds.

"Whoa, that fish is huge! Must be thirty pounds, right? Impressive!" Lin Mo was a bit shocked.

Hearing this, the corners of He Qiang's mouth curled up just like Wang Yousheng looking at the supplies in *Drawing Sword*, though he said, "Eh, it's alright, 35 pounds and 4 ounces."

"Impressive, impressive. It looks like it's still alive, too. Why didn't you put it in a water tank? Don't let it die!" Lin Mo warned, watching the fish's mouth opening and closing.

Little did he know, the guy had already put it there.

The next second, He Qiang's wife stormed out of the supermarket, pointing at He Qiang and roaring

"He Qiang, get back here! I've seen you three times already—what are you wandering around outside for?! The scooter is almost out of battery!"

He Qiang:.

Lin Mo:.

Good grief, he really did pass his own door three times without entering.

Hearing this, He Qiang smiled awkwardly: "Well, you know, I'm going to the seafood market to sell the fish!"

With that, he rode off on his little electric scooter and vanished without a trace, leaving his wife stomping her feet at the supermarket entrance, insisting she wouldn't let him into the house tonight.

Just kidding—for a fisherman, if you don't show off now, when will you? As long as the scooter had battery, He Qiang was never going home.

Once He Qiang left, Lin Mo quickly retreated too. A Sichuan-Chongqing woman at max anger would even slap a dog on the side of the road.

Just as he reached his apartment building entrance, he saw an A4-printed rental ad.

It read

【House for rent, 4th floor, 402. Newly renovated with all appliances, wife coverage throughout the house. Welcome to move in. Phone: 176********】

Seeing this, Lin Mo couldn't help but open his mouth wide: "Wait a minute, 'wife' coverage throughout the house? Is... is this allowed?"

*Wife*, a married woman, referring to a man's spouse. Although his English grades were average, he knew this word. There was even a special section for it.

*Wife* coverage throughout the house—how many would that be? Could this be the legendary "Cao Cao's Happy House"?

Just as his mind was wandering, a delicate voice came from behind him

"Hello, are you looking to rent a place? I'm the landlord!"

Lin Mo turned and saw a woman around 30 years old. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but her clothes were quite revealing, and she had a curvaceous figure—she definitely had that *wife* vibe.

"I... I'm just looking, *ahem*..."

Perhaps his thoughts were too obvious, making him look a bit guilty.

"It's fine. This is a bridal suite, everything inside is absolutely complete. If you're interested, the price is negotiable!"

"Bridal suite?" So she really was a *wife*. Lin Mo was deeply shocked.

"Of course! You don't have to worry about formaldehyde or anything; I lived here myself!" The woman was very eager to praise her own house.

"Then this..." Lin Mo pointed at the word *wife* and reminded her cautiously, taking the opportunity to gossip and help Zhang Wei ask if it was real.

Hearing this, the woman slowly held up two fingers: "2,000!"

"Huh?"

It wasn't that he had a problem with the price; he just didn't expect the other party to actually name a price. It seemed he hadn't misunderstood.

"N-no need!"

After saying that, Lin Mo grabbed his bags and hurried upstairs. He didn't even dare take the elevator; he was afraid of running into this *wife*. After all, a pure-hearted college student's skin was still a bit thin.

"Is 2,000 megabit broadband not enough?" The woman was a bit confused; after all, her home internet speed was indeed quite fast.

Carrying his things, he climbed six flights of stairs. Luckily, his apartment wasn't on a high floor, or he would have died halfway up.

"Degrading, truly degrading!"

After drinking a large glass of water, Lin Mo couldn't help but sigh. The outside world was indeed full of temptations.

He then sat on the sofa to take stock of today's expenses.

Today's income: 26,240. Expenses: over 4,100—two outfits, the buffet, the haircut, taxi fares, snacks, and daily necessities.

Making money is easy, but spending it is even easier. Still, looking at the 20,000+ remaining on his phone, he felt instantly satisfied.

In the evening, he ordered takeout and had a simple, rushed meal. Exhausted from the day, he went to bed early, not even playing games, because he knew Yuan Meng must be waiting to scold him. He decided to be a coward for once and avoid the confrontation.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, his 12:00 AM alarm went off, and he was instantly alert.

He picked up his phone and looked; sure enough, a purchase page had popped up.

【DBS Shotgun, comes with 30 rounds; ¥7.5】

【Sulfur facial cleanser, classic domestic brand, get a 'first love' face in seven days; ¥3.75】

【One 'Cao Cao's Happy House' experience card; ¥500】

【S999 silver bar, 50 grams; ¥17.4】

Looking at these four options, he was so angry he laughed, clapping his hands and saying

"Good, good, good. It's getting more and more abstract, isn't it!"

(End of chapter)