Trillionaire's Slice of Life

The elegant and comfortable café was filled with the faint sound of light music, which suddenly made Chu Mo think of the woman in the corner playing the guzheng yesterday at lunch with a few girls.

The girl who claimed to be a junior at the music academy had a pair of delicate and slender hands, fingers white as jade, with even the blue veins on the back of her hands visible. It was from those jade-like hands that such soft and soothing music flowed.

His wandering thoughts somehow drifted to Chu Xiner, and then, a childhood incident that had long become vague in his memory surfaced in his mind.

It was probably when he was around seven or eight, during the cold winter, when the river was frozen solid, and a group of older children were playing on the icy surface at the village head.

There were those ice-skating, spinning tops, frolicking; Chu Mo couldn't quite remember what exactly happened then, only that his cousin, who was about three or four years old, her hair braided in towering pigtails, chased after her sister and for some reason, a portion of the river's ice suddenly collapsed, and her little cousin's leg fell through into an ice hole.

Then, all he could remember was the sight of the two cousins, faces streaked with snot and tears, crying their eyes out. If he wasn't mistaken, it was him who carried his cousin, her cotton trousers soaked through, back home...!

Perhaps it was from that moment on that Chu Xiner began to cling to him like a little tail, even though he had never shown her any kindness.

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"Hey... Mouse, I've run into some trouble over here... not those guys from Xitangkou, I need some money right now... One hundred and fifty thousand?... Alright, see if you can scrape it together, I'll definitely remember this favor!"

The table in front of her was a mess, adorned with fine Hetian jade, Red South Agate, bags of brands she didn't know, platinum bracelets...!

The most valuable agate was 13 million, and the cheapest was a Chanel lipstick priced at 16,000 RMB!

Altogether, the items scattered on the table were worth roughly 15 million!

Truly a child of a wealthy family, just these random accessories on her person were enough for an ordinary person to strive for a lifetime.

Chu Xiner, four years his junior, was twenty-one this year, around the same age as the girl in front of him, but comparing her to this girl, his cousin who slept only four hours a day and spent every spare moment working, was truly an incomparable ugly duckling.

He didn't stop the girl in front of him from calling friends over; in this moment, Chu Mo really wanted to see how the so-called rich people's circle differed from his past life.

But just from the situation at hand, the difference was indeed huge—the least conspicuous lipstick on the table was almost half a year's living expenses for him in the past.

The café's door swung open, and a handsome young man strode in, dressed in Godard men's clothing, scoring an eighty-five in Chu Mo's estimation. When he reached the two of them, the girl with phoenix eyes, who was on the phone, nodded at him, then scooted over to make space, quickly saying:

"Brother Sun, I'm troubling you this time!"

The handsome man coolly nodded, tossing a bank card casually onto the table. Glancing at Chu Mo, he said lazily:

"We've been friends since we were kids, Yaoyao, I'm happy you came to me first for help. There's three million on this card, take it for your emergency!"

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Is this what it's like to be a child of a wealthy family?

In this moment, Chu Mo suddenly thought of himself.

In his own circle, if he wanted to borrow money from friends, Chu Mo guessed that besides his best friend Li Fei, there wouldn't be anyone else who could come up with ten thousand yuan; maybe he could ask a few classmates he was still in touch with, but definitely no more than ten thousand.

It wasn't a matter of relationships, but simply because in his circle, there were no rich second-generation spending money like water. Everyone came from ordinary families, all running themselves ragged for life, especially a few friends just like him, either out struggling hard or having just married and drained their families' savings.

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At twenty years old, an age meant for play, how many can actually save money at this time!

Because of the disturbed mood, the laptop in front of him still remained void of words, and at the bottom of his heart lingered a restlessness that wasn't entirely due to the presence of Shen Yaoyao across from him; subtly, there was also a feeling of loneliness and solitude.

After graduating from university, Chu Mo had struggled for three years to establish himself in this metropolis just to remain in this city, spending all his energy on producing one quality article everyday just to maintain the most basic livelihood!

Often, when Chu Mo couldn't write anything at all, he had no choice but to move his small stool and sit on the balcony of his rented apartment on the thirteenth floor, gazing down for the whole day.

And so, coming to the café or heading to a bar for inspiration were rare luxuries for Chu Mo, as the wallet in his pocket simply couldn't afford frequent visits to the café.

Naturally, the depletion of inspiration, along with a lack of funds, caused Chu Mo's social circle to dwindle ever more; in the past few years he had often met up with friends, but in these two years, apart from his close buddy Li Fei, he had basically lost contact with many people.

Looking at it this way, deep down he did harbor some envy towards Shen Yaoyao in front of him, at least, for better or worse, her social circle was countless times wider than his own, and now, whether sincerely or not, when truly in need, she indeed had friends willing to spend money to help her!

"What do I have then!"

He uttered this lament softly, just as the café's door was pushed open again, and following that, two girls wearing high heels walked over together.

One had her long hair elegantly coiffed atop her head, donning a professional suit dress, while the other in pantyhose and a short skirt, wore a long string of earrings dangling from her ears; the two pretty girls immediately hugged Shen Yaoyao upon arrival, and while they whispered to each other, three pairs of dewy eyes occasionally cast glances in Chu Mo's direction!

So, you're sisters close as can be, and I'm painted as the villain, is that it?

As the two women took their seats, the table in front of them again became cluttered with a pile of stuff: bank cards, gold and silver jewelry, even the pantyhose-clad girl removed the platinum earrings from her earlobes!

"This Hermès bag of mine was also bought a few days ago, 640,000, let's say 600,000, all of these added up comes to 2.81 million RMB...!"

Shen Yaoyao stared fiercely at Chu Mo across from her, with an obstinate look that also carried a hint of condescension, as if to say, she wanted Chu Mo to write off the remaining 1.9 million RMB difference...!

So, is this the high and mighty way you rich kids ask for favors?

Chu Mo simply raised an eyebrow, not even interested in giving her a glance.

A beauty score of ninety is just on par with my family's piano-playing servant, not worthy of my pity or cherishing.

"Hey, the handsome guy over there is quite aloof, isn't he? Our Yaoyao has already given you a lot of face, you know? With a car worth thirty million, you can't even bear to write off a mere ten million or so?"

The girl in the pantyhose and short skirt had a scornful look; the earrings on the table, valued at 88,000 RMB, were hers.

Seeing Chu Mo still unmoved, the dashing young man who had been eyeing Chu Mo since he came in finally spoke up:

"Buddy, it's better to be generous in life. That car was originally a birthday present for Yaoyao. Everyone in our circle knows how much Yaoyao treasures that car. If you keep up this pretense, it seems you're trying a bit too hard!"

I'm trying too hard?

What am I trying too hard to do?

Chu Mo was somewhat baffled.

Looking at the young man across from him who was admittedly a bit handsomer than himself, a wave of dislike welled up inside Chu Mo!

Could this be the so-called repulsion between members of the same sex?

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