novelraw Chapter 189 : Yuan Meng – “I Stole Her”
Chapter 189 : Yuan Meng – “I Stole Her”
Chapter 189: Yuan Meng – “I Stole Her”
“Hey, what do you mean by that? Do you think your big sister here is dirty? Didn’t you say you were into feet? And now you’re disgusted? Hmph, men.”
In the living room, Liu Rushuang put on the small white socks that had already dried, speaking with a face full of satisfaction.
However, her pretty face was tinged with red. Clearly, she wasn’t as calm as she appeared — she was merely forcing herself to act that way.
Even she hadn’t expected herself to do something like that. It was as if a surge of emotion had overwhelmed her, and she thought that if she didn’t teach that stinky little brother a lesson, she might just get mastitis out of pure anger.
You like feet, don’t you? You’re a foot fetishist, aren’t you? Then I’ll make sure you enjoy them — thoroughly.
But in truth, she regretted it almost immediately. Firstly, because she realized she had gone too far; and secondly, that real, vivid sensation had made her feel as if she had been electrocuted.
She had never experienced something like that before. She thought it would make her feel relieved, but instead, her heart was the first to collapse.
Fortunately, she had been through big occasions before and had strong self-control. Otherwise, she would have already broken down.
In the bathroom, Lin Mo was brushing his teeth. Hearing her words, he glared fiercely at Liu Rushuang.
He hadn’t expected Liu Rushuang’s “take my kick” to be literal!
You’re a person, not one of my shopping pages — do you have to be so serious about everything?!
Gurgle—
Lin Mo rinsed his mouth, spat out the foam, and looked at Liu Rushuang as she was putting on her shoes, clearly about to flee. He said unhurriedly, “I don’t know whether your feet are dirty or not, but I do know I haven’t mopped my floor for days. You walked barefoot all over it last night, then went to sleep in my bed without washing your feet — I didn’t even say anything about that. And now you dare to act all high and mighty?
What happened today, I’ll remember it well. I’ll pay you back a hundredfold someday.”
The beauty of Chinese lay in how the meaning could shift completely depending on where one paused — some words even carried double meanings. It was truly a language only natives could fully grasp.
And clearly, Liu Rushuang understood perfectly. “Go to hell! I—I’m off to work, not talking to you anymore!”
With that, she hurriedly opened the door and ran off, not even daring to look back or tease him again, her face red to the roots of her ears.
Seeing this, Lin Mo chuckled and shook his head. As expected, Liu Rushuang was all bark and no bite — loud with her words, but scared when things got serious.
Still, he made a mental note of today’s incident. If he got the chance, he wouldn’t mind letting the boomerang swing back her way. Whether she could take it or not would depend on her luck.
Meanwhile, Liu Rushuang jogged out of the community and got into her car. Only after confirming Lin Mo wasn’t chasing after her did she finally breathe out, covering her face and leaning on the steering wheel for a long while before recovering.
“So embarrassing~ Liu Rushuang, oh Liu Rushuang, how could you be so bold?” After a moment, she muttered to herself in frustration.
But then she recalled Lin Mo’s threat before she left and couldn’t help but spit, “Hmph! You think you can bully me? Dream on!”
With that, she started the car and slowly drove off, disappearing toward the city.
After she left, Lin Mo no longer felt sleepy. Sitting on the sofa, he lifted both hands, staring at his ten fingers.
Just now, when he suddenly pulled his hand away — that was because the preliminary task had been completed. Otherwise, would he have let go?
Since the task was done, there was no more need for Empress Rushuang. Holding hands had no meaning anymore. Sure, her fingers were slender and delicate, but he couldn’t keep holding them forever.
At this moment, though, his fingers felt completely different from before. Outwardly, there was no change, but as soon as he focused, all ten fingers began to move in perfect sync.
They seemed boneless. It was like one of those finger dances online that made people’s fingers cramp just by watching. His fingers rippled gracefully, carrying an odd kind of beauty. It was hard to believe a man’s hands could move like that.
Not only that — his dexterity had vastly improved. When he sped up, he could only see the afterimages of his fingers, and he could keep it up for quite a while without tiring.
It was as natural as walking — it could get tiring, but not quickly. Quite durable, in fact.
If only he had this ability back in middle and high school — those punishment assignments would’ve been no problem at all. He could’ve even written a copy for his deskmate with ease.
“Awesome! My Happy Fingers of the Rich Lady are finally perfected! Let’s see which woman dares to talk back to me again — I’ll show her my might!” Lin Mo clenched his fists and muttered with confidence.
—
By noon, same house, same living room, same sofa. Lin Mo now sat with paper and pencil in hand, looking utterly dead inside as he faced the crowd before him.
“Hey, what are you staring at? What, you drew Wang Bo and Li Chuan, but not us? You think we’re not good enough?” Class Monitor Wang Jing and her roommate He Xiaoyue demanded loudly.
Lin Mo: …
He had just said no woman could talk back to him, and now here came the tigerish class monitor — giving him zero face!
As for Sichuan Girl and Wang Chu, they were currently hiding on the balcony, watching guiltily.
The two women were here because earlier, when Sichuan Girl and Wang Chu accompanied the monitor to class, Wang Chu had accidentally shown them Lin Mo’s sketch of him.
At first, they were just surprised. But when they learned it was Lin Mo who drew it, both of them immediately insisted on coming over and demanding a portrait of their own.
After all, Lin Mo’s sketches looked so lifelike — full of spirit, even better than those by students from the art academy next door.
And indeed, that was the truth. Two female streamers Sichuan Girl knew had posted his sketches online, and several art students had commented that the skill level was shockingly high — definitely professional.
The shading, lighting, composition, posture, and eyes — all expertly handled.
“Sure, sure, I can draw,” Lin Mo said with a bitter smile, tapping his pencil toward the two hiding men. He hadn’t even settled accounts with them yet, and they were already giving him more trouble.
“That’s better. Should we pose?” Wang Jing asked.
“No need. But let me say this first — I only do realism. No beautification. So if you don’t look great in the drawing, don’t get mad!” Lin Mo warned.
He could only draw people as they really looked — both their childhood and adult versions. So if someone was genuinely pretty, he could make them shine. But if not… no amount of artistry could change that.
“No problem! We’re all about the truth!” Wang Jing shouted confidently, completely unaware of the danger she’d invited.
Lin Mo nodded, holding back a grin as he began to draw.
With his now enhanced dexterity and deliberate speed, his pencil hand moved like a blur over the paper.
Swish swish swish—
The scratching of pencil against paper filled the air, and within just two minutes, he had finished a sketch of Wang Jing’s childhood self.
Before, it would’ve taken him over twenty minutes per drawing — now it was nearly ten times faster. Lin Mo never imagined his first use of the Hands of Kato Eagle would be in a situation like this.
These are my Happy Fingers of the Rich Lady — and I’m using them as a drawing speed boost? Really?
Reality and dreams, as it turned out, were worlds apart — so far that he didn’t even want to accept it.
Meanwhile, the others stared in shock — not because the drawing was lifelike (Wang Chu and Sichuan Girl had already seen that), but because of his insane speed.
“Damn, Old Mo, you turned on turbo mode?”
“Lin Chuan hereby crowns you the Fastest Man Alive!”
Lin Mo: “Get lost! You’re the fast one! Your whole family’s fast! This is called talent!”
As he spoke, he wiggled his fingers before them — ten digits rippling fluidly, performing finger-bending motions that looked painful just to watch.
His fingers were long and slender — not quite as elegant as Liu Rushuang’s or a hand model’s, but still very pleasing to the eye.
Sichuan Girl and Wang Chu stared wide-eyed, while Wang Jing unleashed a string of curses in programming language.
Only He Xiaoyue, the bespectacled one, smiled meaningfully — the kind of knowing smirk that said “I know what you did.”
“Ahhh!!!”
A sudden scream rang out. The next second, Wang Jing snatched the sketch to her chest.
“Lin—Mo!! You did that on purpose, didn’t you?!” she glared fiercely.
The reason was simple — the drawing showed a chubby little girl, cheeks drooping from baby fat.
“Wait, you said you wanted it realistic! And I told you not to get mad!” Lin Mo quickly defended himself.
Men and women clearly cared about different things. Wang Chu’s childhood portrait had been just as bad — a plump little boy, complete with two snot streaks. Yet he’d been shouting “666” in delight!
He had already done his best to make the class monitor look decent. And this was the thanks he got?
“So, you were a fat kid, huh, Monitor? Hahaha, so much cheek fat! When you ran, did your left cheek slap your right?” Wang Chu laughed without a shred of mercy.
Lin Mo: …
Sichuan Girl: …
He Xiaoyue: …
Wang Jing: (￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮(￣▽￣///)
The monitor actually laughed out of anger, then coldly smirked and leapt up, slapping Wang Chu across the face.
“You think I won’t hit you?!”
Moments later, the class monitor had him pinned down and crying for mercy. The other three didn’t even try to help — instead, they clapped and cheered.
Served him right. Yesterday he’d called the police auntie on Lin Mo, and today he was getting karma served hot.
Not even Mazu would bless him out of this one.
While Wang Jing was busy beating Wang Chu, He Xiaoyue nudged Lin Mo with her shoulder and whispered, “Lin handsome, huh? Maybe tone it down a bit — or no girlfriend will ever survive you.”
“You know too much,” Lin Mo shot her a glare. “So? How do you want yours? Childhood or what?”
He Xiaoyue shook her head quickly — she didn’t want to be laughed at. She wasn’t that good-looking to begin with, and she knew her childhood had been worse.
In the end, Lin Mo drew her as she might look ten years later — in her early thirties, slimmer, face smaller, her whole demeanor more mature and composed.
“By the way, the sports meet’s in a few days. Are you joining?” Wang Jing asked after finishing her “discipline session.”
“Sports meet?” Lin Mo blinked.
“Yeah, don’t tell me you forgot?” she said, surprised.
Lin Mo slapped his forehead. He had almost forgotten — mostly because third-years didn’t usually participate, and he’d been too busy lately to pay attention.
“Oh, right. Still, I think I’ll pass. Planning to go home for the holidays.” He shook his head.
Honestly, with no classes left, he could’ve gone home already. But he wanted to wait for his cousin Su He.
He wasn’t traveling anyway, so going home early didn’t sound that fun — and at least at school, no one would nag him.
“Alright then. It’s just that the sports meet gives extra credits. But you’ve already earned enough. The others who haven’t are scrambling now, trying to sign up last minute. Typical — panic only when graduation’s near,” the class monitor sighed.
After getting their sketches, the two girls stayed for a bit before heading back, planning to skip afternoon classes and rest in the dorm.
Once they were gone, Lin Mo turned to the two remaining men with a cold grin.
“L-Lin Mo, calm down! I admit I was wrong yesterday! But if we ignore the facts for a second, weren’t you also wrong?” Sichuan Girl said cautiously.
Before he could finish, Lin Mo grabbed him and pinned him down. I just learned this grappling move — you think I’m letting you off?
“You’re Li Chuan, not Li Shiya! ‘Ignore the facts’? Who do you think you are, a fairy maiden?”
Meanwhile, Wang Chu’s brain finally came online. He backed toward the door. “Ahem, Old Mo, the class monitor already hit me. You can’t hit me again, right? I’ve got stuff to do, so I’ll just go now!”
But just as he turned to leave, Lin Mo’s phone rang — it was Miss Yuan.
“Hello, Sister Yuan,” Lin Mo said, putting it on speaker.
The next moment, Yuan Meng’s cheerful voice filled the room: “I’m back! Come play billiards! I brought a girl — pure, cute, soft-skinned, always asking for hugs!”
Before Lin Mo could even react, the two troublemakers’ ears perked up instantly.
Sichuan Girl: “Really? How pure are we talking?”
Yuan Meng: “As pure as can be! Absolutely gorgeous!”
Wang Chu: “Say no more, Sister Yuan — we’re on our way!”
Before Lin Mo knew it, the two had dragged him downstairs.
A few minutes later, the three men stood in Yuan Meng’s secret base’s living room, staring in silence at a little girl standing on the billiard table, stuffing the black eight ball into her mouth.
Lin Mo: →→
Wang Chu: →→
Sichuan Girl: →_→
“What’s with those faces? Pure, cute, soft-skinned, always asking for hugs — doesn’t she fit the description?” Yuan Meng, wearing a matching cute dress, stood with hands on hips, utterly confident.
Lin Mo looked at the little girl, who couldn’t have been older than three, and asked, “Sister Yuan… where did you get this kid?”
The next second, Yuan Meng’s answer was earth-shattering.
“I stole her!”
The three men: (ΩДΩ)