novelraw Chapter 90 : The Gentleman’s Righteousness, Entering the Game and Winning Half Against Heaven
Chapter 90 : The Gentleman’s Righteousness, Entering the Game and Winning Half Against Heaven
Chapter 90: The Gentleman’s Righteousness, Entering the Game and Winning Half Against Heaven
As a direct descendant of one of the Four Generations and Three Dukes, Miss Yuan had absolutely no ability to resist in front of Liu Rushuang, not even when she drew her treasured sword.
It really did echo that saying: “Brine curdles tofu, one thing subdues another.”
Not only was Liu Rushuang not inferior to her in terms of appearance, but even in family background she was in no way lacking. Most importantly, in certain other areas, she could even surpass her.
For example, her academic performance since childhood, and the height and figure that Miss Yuan could never hope to reach in this lifetime.
She might have had Zhang Wei completely under her thumb, but when it came to others, she was powerless—Liu Rushuang was her lifelong rival.
“Director Liu, Miss Yuan, Mr. Lin, enjoy your meal!”
During lunch break, Secretary Xiao Tian brought back six dishes and one soup, along with staple food, from the restaurant.
Originally, Lin Mo had intended to call Miss Yuan along to meet Zhang Wei so the three of them could grab a casual bite outside and catch up.
But Liu Rushuang directly said that she had already ordered food, insisting he stay and eat here.
And looking at Miss Yuan’s calm and unruffled expression, it was obvious that this was not Liu Rushuang’s first time doing such a thing.
It had to be said, for the highest-ranking leader of a company to eat in her office every day was indeed a little too diligent.
Once Secretary Xiao Tian left, Lin Mo patted Miss Yuan, who was sitting on the sofa, on the shoulder and said with a smile: “Don’t be mad, Sister Yuan. Things have come to this, let’s eat first!”
Indeed, ever since her “sword was shown” but she lost to Liu Rushuang, she had been rather dispirited, looking completely defeated—exactly like Wang Chu after being rejected.
“I won’t eat, I’m already full from being angry!” Miss Yuan crossed her arms at her waist, turned her head away, and refused to look at him.
Lin Mo gave a wry smile: “Come on, I already turned her down, didn’t I? We’ve got hands and feet, how could I rely on a woman to feed me?”
“Is it that you didn’t want to eat, or that you knew you wouldn’t get any?”
At those words, Liu Rushuang, seated at the table, laughed: “Xiao Mo, eat your food. If she doesn’t want to eat, then let her go hungry.”
As she spoke, Liu Rushuang kicked off her shoes and curled up in the chair, paying no attention at all to her image as the majestic Emperor Rushuang.
Everyone had their own quirks, and so did Liu Rushuang. She didn’t like wearing shoes, especially when eating—she loved to curl up in her chair while she ate.
It was just like some people who couldn’t relieve themselves sitting on a toilet, and even if they had a sitting toilet at home, they would still squat on top of it. A matter of personal habit.
Of course, in public or in front of acquaintances, Liu Rushuang could restrain herself. After all, she still had to maintain appearances.
But at this moment, the two in the room were hardly “outsiders” to her. One she had known for many years, and as for Lin Mo—he had already seen her like this before.
Back when she was at Su He’s home, she had eaten this way too—barefoot, running around the house—so naturally she didn’t feel embarrassed.
Seeing Liu Rushuang like this, Miss Yuan pouted: “After all these years you’re still the same. Would it kill you to put your shoes on? Who on earth likes looking at your feet!”
Saying that, she angrily stood up, plopped herself onto a chair, and stabbed her chopsticks viciously into a braised lion’s head meatball, as if she were stabbing Liu Rushuang herself.
Lin Mo sat down and had just picked up his chopsticks to eat when, in the next second, two fair legs landed across his lap. Looking down, it was Liu Rushuang.
“I like it this way. And who says no one likes my feet? Little brother, what do you say?” Liu Rushuang batted her eyes and smiled.
Lin Mo looked at the pair of jade-like feet resting on his lap—the arches slender, toes crystal-clear, the soles flushed red, contrasting with the pale tops of her feet. He quickly shook his head. Anything he said now would only bring disaster on himself.
Professor Li had told him his kidney qi had only just begun to recover. He had to stabilize his growth, not squander it.
He was about to speak when Miss Yuan beat him to it—grabbing his chopsticks and smacking them down onto Emperor Rushuang’s feet.
Lin Mo: …
“Ow~ what are you doing~”
Liu Rushuang yelped in pain and quickly pulled her legs back.
“Didn’t think you were such a little rascal.” Yuan Meng said, then tossed her own short little legs onto his lap: “Hmph, stop pretending, it’s not like you’re the only one who’s got feet!”
Lin Mo looked down at the short feet in little white socks resting on his lap. Somehow, something felt off, but he couldn’t say what.
Liu Rushuang rubbed her foot, then glanced over, suddenly bursting into laughter: “Pfft! Hahaha! I just realized—you don’t even have ankles! You… hahahaha!”
She couldn’t stop laughing.
At those words, Lin Mo suddenly understood—so that was why it had looked strange.
Miss Yuan, however, looked like she’d been struck by lightning. She instantly pulled her legs back.
“You… you’re the one with no ankles! Hurry and eat!” she said, burying her head down into her food.
Lin Mo sighed, picked up another pair of chopsticks, and was about to eat when Liu Rushuang started acting up again.
“Who says so? Look, my ankles are slim and well-defined. Xiao Mo, come touch and tell her I have ankles.”
Once again, Miss Yuan snatched the chopsticks from his hands and smacked them down. This time Liu Rushuang withdrew her legs quickly and wasn’t hit, but Lin Mo’s brand-new chopsticks were sent flying to the floor.
“Hmph! Count yourself lucky. This topic ends here. Eat!” Yuan Meng huffed.
She was already worse off than Liu Rushuang in so many ways, and now another flaw had been exposed. How was she supposed to play this game anymore?
Watching the two women eat, Lin Mo sat motionless, his eyes sweeping the table to see if there were still any unused chopsticks left.
“Hey? Why aren’t you eating?” Miss Yuan asked.
Lin Mo: →_→
“How am I supposed to eat? Tell me, how?”
Miss Yuan noticed there were no chopsticks left, and with some embarrassment said: “Oh, this is nothing. Dirty food doesn’t make you sick. I’ll… help you!”
With that, she stood up, meaning to pick up his chopsticks from the floor. But she lost her balance, stumbled, and stepped squarely on the chopsticks, grinding them under her ankle-less foot.
Lin Mo: …
Liu Rushuang: …
Yuan Meng: “Hehe, it’s fine, still usable.”
She picked them up, wiped them twice with her hands, and handed them over: “Here, eat!”
Lin Mo was silent for two seconds, then clasped his fists and declared: “The gentleman’s righteousness—entering the game, winning half against Heaven. But honestly, it’d be better if they’d just stayed on the floor.”
Yuan Meng: …
Liu Rushuang: o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓
If he’d known, he would have just picked the chopsticks off the floor himself. That would have been much better than this.
In the end, Liu Rushuang had Secretary Xiao Tian fetch another pair of chopsticks, and only then could Lin Mo finally eat his meal.
It wasn’t that he was being squeamish about using chopsticks that had touched Emperor Rushuang’s feet—it was just that, doing so right in front of her, would have been a bit too perverted.
After the meal, Secretary Xiao Tian came in to clean up. The three of them sipped tea and chatted. Suddenly, Lin Mo received a photo from Sichuan Girl—it showed a neat and stylish one-bedroom apartment. But the landlord said it could only be rented by the half-year, at 2,500 a month. She asked if it was worth it.
Lin Mo glanced at it and saw the place really was nice. He replied with a voice message: “If you like it, rent it. I’ll transfer you the money now?”
Hearing this, Miss Yuan leaned over for a look: “You’re renting a place?”
“No, it’s for my roommate.” Lin Mo then explained about how his roommate wanted to do self-media, but their dorm wasn’t suitable.
When Yuan Meng heard it was that Li Shiya—whom she had seen before—renting the place, she was immediately thrilled. Ah, now this was going to be fun.
“So it’s her! Renting a place? Leave it to me, sis will handle it!”
At that, Lin Mo gave Miss Yuan a skeptical look: “Since when did you moonlight as a real estate agent?”
Yuan Meng glared at him and spat: “Did you trade away your brains for that face of yours?”
Lin Mo: …
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