Chapter 22: Ms. Jiang's Invitation

With the appearance of several "handsome guys" and "beautiful girls," as well as the legendary "Aodubiao," an hour had passed.

Sure enough, techniques regarding horse riding appeared in his mind. It felt just like riding a bicycle—once you know how, you know how. Even if he hadn't ridden for years, the relevant experience remained in his head.

"Tsk~ policies are made at the top, but countermeasures are made at the bottom. I can't hold a horse stance for an hour, but I can certainly sit on a toilet for an hour."

Lin Mo praised his own wit. Could a living person actually be killed by holding their pee?

Never mind that he was just a "fragile college student"; even a middle schooler at the peak of physical fitness couldn't squat for an hour.

But sitting on a toilet was different, especially with a smartphone. Staying in there for two hours was no problem at all.

Getting up, Lin Mo stretched his slightly aching limbs, noting that the intensity this time was mediocre.

After a quick tidy-up, he applied a layer of anti-hair loss serum and went straight to bed.

Although he was still young and his hair volume was decent, his hair loss had increased significantly since he started his internship. Between staying up late and high work pressure, he had decisively snatched this product up when he saw it.

Money could be earned slowly, but he absolutely could not accept becoming a "Mediterranean" (balding); not even in middle age.

On the other side, Liu Ruyan was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

If she hadn't seen Yuan Meng's face today, she wouldn't have felt any sense of imbalance. But since she had seen it, she couldn't just pretend it never happened.

A woman's face is extremely important to any woman, and she was no exception.

In particular, although she never said it herself, she had always been quite confident in her looks and figure. Even if her skin had worsened slightly over the last two years due to work, she had never skimped on her skincare routine.

In fact, if she had to choose, she would rather give up her career to keep her face youthful forever; after all, with a face like hers, she could live a life of luxury without worry.

Seeing Yuan Meng's skin today, she felt a genuine sense of envy.

"There's something wrong. Yuan Yuan's face isn't obviously different, but it has indeed become fairer. But what's more obvious is him..."

Liu Ruyan narrowed her eyes, recalling her first meeting with Lin Mo. Although they were in a car at the time, she had, after all, tasted him.

When they met the next day, she had assumed the lighting in the car that night was just poor and hadn't paid it much mind. But after not seeing him for a few days, the change in the skin on Lin Mo's face was visible to the naked eye—it had improved by more than just a little. Combined with the changes in Yuan Meng, being a smart person, she immediately grasped the key.

"It seems I'll have to find a time to ask properly..." Liu Ruyan murmured. But remembering she didn't have Lin Mo's contact information, and that the next two days were holidays, she felt a bit frustrated. If she had known, she would have taken the initiative to add him.

Although she could have her connections at the company get Lin Mo's contact info for her, that would seem too purposeful.

After thinking for a long while, Liu Ruyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said in a low voice, "Sorry, sister, but this time, even if he were your cousin—even if he were your actual blood relative—I'm still going to take a bite!"

Having made up her mind, Liu Ruyan smiled, planning to start with his cousin, Su He, to take the back door first.

The night passed in silence.

The next day, Lin Mo slept until eleven in the morning. It was a hard-earned holiday; it would be a waste not to sleep in.

After getting up and washing, and considering that his sulfur facial cleanser could now "honorably retire," Lin Mo looked at himself in the mirror and thought he was a real hunk (just like all of you).

In the past, while he wasn't ugly and had somewhat delicate features, he wasn't particularly eye-catching in a crowd—just an ordinary person. But now it was different; after all, fairness covers a hundred flaws.

His entire appearance, both in terms of looks and temperament, had improved by more than a level. It felt as if a Douyin beauty filter had been welded onto his face.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Lin Mo couldn't help but lament: if he had possessed this level of looks before, why would he have worried about being single? He wouldn't have known how many girlfriends he would have cycled through.

He used to think that going to university would mean he could finally date. As it turned out, if no one liked him in high school, the probability was the same in university. After all, if you were good-looking, you wouldn't have been left single until university.

Three years of university. Three whole years, and he hadn't even touched a woman's hand.

He was a man in his twenties, physically strong, full of vigor, and with a normal sexual orientation. Do you know how he got through these three years? Do you know?!

It's you—you know!

Because you went through it the same way! (Wahaha!)

Coming out of the bathroom, Lin Mo opened the fridge to grab a can of Coke while skillfully opening his food delivery app.

Actually, his current apartment had all the kitchenware and gas he needed, but he truly couldn't cook and had no interest in learning.

After all, among young people today, who isn't being supported by those "Yellow-Robed Knights" (delivery drivers)?

He randomly ordered a deluxe version of braised pork trotter rice. Since he had money, he couldn't do himself wrong; if a foreigner saw him, they might think he couldn't afford to eat. Who could be satisfied with the regular version? Add an extra portion of trotter and an egg!

After lunch, Lin Mo did a quick cleaning and then took out the gold necklace he had, preparing to go out and cash it in.

Just as he was carrying the trash downstairs, he ran into that "wife" in the elevator, and she clearly recognized him.

For a moment, there was an awkward silence in the elevator.

Soon, the elevator reached the first floor, and they both stepped out.

"Um... I took down the advertisement. What I meant was that my home internet speed is 2000 Mbps..."

As soon as they stepped out, the woman explained for some reason, her face looking somewhat embarrassed, and even her gaze toward him was a bit evasive.

"Mm, I know!"

Lin Mo smiled, nodded, and walked out with his trash.

Seeing this, the woman couldn't help but feel annoyed with herself. How could she lose so much face in front of such a handsome guy?

That's just how people are; whenever they are in front of a particularly attractive member of the opposite sex, even if they don't have romantic intentions, they instinctively want to show their best side.

If their last meeting was merely mediocre, this one was enough to make the woman remember him.

After stepping out, Lin Mo looked back. Sure enough, the advertisement on the door was gone, and he couldn't help but smile.

He then took a taxi back to the place where he had sold gold last time.

"The necklace is fine, 8 grams. Gold prices have dropped these two days, so it's 6,320 in total. Does that work for you?" the owner asked.

Lin Mo naturally had no problem and nodded in agreement.

After Lin Mo left, the gold shop owner was full of doubt.

"Can a man who grows up to look like that still be treated as a backup by girls? How pitiful. Luckily, I married early!"

Having left the shop, Lin Mo naturally felt the owner's strange gaze and decided that no matter what, he wouldn't come here again; he had to change locations for every "hit."

That day, walking down the street, he began to gradually sense the changes in his appearance. Many young girls gave him a look as they passed by—a look he had never seen before.

How should he put it? It felt quite good. Every young person has a bit of vanity, after all.

But before he could enjoy it further, Yuan Meng called him via voice call.

"Hello, Sister Yuan."

"Are you at home?"

"No, I'm out."

"Send me your location. I'll come pick you up."

"Pick me up? Is something wrong?"

"My mom wants to see you. She wants to invite you to dinner."

Lin Mo:...

(End of Chapter)