msmithbooks Chapter 214 : The First Day of Everyone’s Holiday
Chapter 214 : The First Day of Everyone’s Holiday
Chapter 214: The First Day of Everyone’s Holiday
Some people were simply born with talent — his dad had clearly put all his skill points into “coaxing his wife.”
Comrade Old Lin was indeed very accommodating toward his wife, Zhou Min. He could always say sweet things at any time, yet he wasn’t the kind to blindly flatter or act like a simp. Rather, he had a way of humorously tiptoeing across his wife’s minefield — and somehow, she never got angry.
For example, when his wife cooked something unappetizing, or when she’d put on a bit of weight.
If an ordinary man dared to say something like that to his wife, it would probably end in a full-blown argument. But his dad could make his mom laugh out loud instead — if that wasn’t a talent, what was?
The two of them had maintained this dynamic for years. It was probably thanks to his father that his mother, a teacher, could keep such a good mindset and live such a comfortable, cheerful life.
After all, when there’s someone humorous in a family, the whole home naturally feels lighter and easier.
Lin Mo, of course, wouldn’t stay in the living room to “eat dog food,” even if it came from his own parents. Dog food was still dog food — and he’d just eaten dinner; there was no more room for anything else.
Besides, after sitting in a car all day, he was exhausted. The last thing he wanted was to become part of his parents’ “play.” So he went off to wash up, then dove straight into bed for a good rest.
Seeing this, the two elders naturally knew their son was tired and lowered their voices considerably.
Meanwhile, at Lin Mo’s Aunt’s house, his cousin Su He was lying sprawled on the couch. Beside her sat a woman who bore a faint resemblance to Lin Mo’s mother — her own mother, Lin Mo’s eldest aunt, Zhou Hui.
“So, my girl, what do you think of that boy?”
Su He shook her head. “Mom, you work at a marriage agency, yet this is the best you could find for your own daughter?”
“That Xiao Wang is pretty good! He’s got a car, a house, no loans, and a stable job. What’s there to complain about?” Zhou Hui asked, puzzled.
Working at a marriage agency, she naturally knew the guy’s background well. She’d even found that job specifically for the sake of helping her daughter find a decent partner — so of course she wouldn’t introduce someone with poor conditions. Otherwise, what would be the point of her job?
“Yeah, a car and a house, no loans — but the house is an unfinished shell, the car’s secondhand, and though his government job is stable, he only makes just over five thousand a month. He spent all his savings on that house. During dinner, he even asked how much I make and whether I could help pay for renovations.
I said that was fine — but the house should have my name on it too. He went quiet after that and even hinted that we could just use one car between us if things worked out, meaning he’d sell his.
Mom, do I look like an idiot to you? And is your daughter’s appearance, job, or education really that bad?” Su He rolled her eyes helplessly.
She hadn’t even mentioned the looks part yet — the guy wasn’t ugly and wasn’t short, but he was certainly nothing special, just a very average face.
Even before Su He started using Lin Mo’s facial cleanser, she could already pass as a little beauty. Now her skin was soft and fair, so of course she looked even better. Facing such a man, she couldn’t help feeling a bit indignant.
“Ah? That scheming? Still, his job’s great — a government post! That’s really stable!” Zhou Hui said.
Indeed, such jobs were always a hot commodity in the matchmaking market.
“Stability doesn’t fill your stomach. And sure, I don’t mind working hard with someone, but I do mind being calculated against,” Su He said calmly.
Hearing this, Zhou Hui sighed. “So, that one’s a no, then?”
“Yeah, forget it. I even split the bill when we left, and I’ve already deleted him on WeChat,” Su He waved her hand, clearly done with the topic.
“Alright then, I’ll set you up with another one tomorrow!”
“Oh, come on, Mom, I just got back — I’m exhausted!”
“Oh, hush, it’s just a meal. What’s so tiring about that? Think of it as meeting more people. It’s settled!”
Unable to win against her mother, Su He simply fled to her bedroom.
On the other hand, Liu Rushuang didn’t do as Lin Mo had expected — she didn’t leave after a short while. Instead, she stayed the entire day. Even when Mrs. Cheng called her home, she didn’t move, as if she were glued to the spot.
She suddenly realized that although this place was far less fancy than her own, living here felt surprisingly comfortable.
She was even planning to move more of her daily items here so it’d be easier to stay over next time.
At that moment, Liu Rushuang was sitting lazily on the living room sofa, video chatting. She was wearing a loose T-shirt on top and a pair of men’s shorts below, looking completely relaxed.
That’s right — her clothes were all Lin Mo’s. She didn’t know whether it was just that men’s clothes were comfortable, or whether it was the psychological effect of wearing Lin Mo’s things — either way, she felt perfectly at ease, maybe even a little thrill, like doing something slightly naughty.
They say when genders swap, reactions differ. If Lin Mo did something like this, people would call him a pervert. But when Liu Rushuang did it, somehow it didn’t seem like a big deal.
“Xiao’e, the holidays have started — why haven’t you come home yet?”
On video, Mrs. Cheng’s voice came through.
Liu Rushuang replied, “Mom, I’ll come back tomorrow. I’m too lazy to move today.”
“Alright then, but remember to bring that fan back for me. Oh, and did you wear the clothes I gave you? Have you managed to win over that college boy yet?” Mrs. Cheng asked curiously.
Liu Rushuang:
She knew it — her mom hadn’t called out of concern. Ever since Mrs. Cheng had seen the fan she confiscated from Lin Mo, she hadn’t stopped thinking about it.
“Mom, if you’re free, just go play mahjong with Aunt Jiang and the others,” Liu Rushuang said, unwilling to engage with her gossip-loving mother.
But Mrs. Cheng was no fool. From that line alone, she knew her daughter hadn’t succeeded yet. She scolded angrily, “You! What a waste of that face I gave you! You can’t even get one man to fall for you. Forget it — just remember to bring the fan tomorrow!”
With that, Mrs. Cheng hung up. Liu Rushuang held her forehead helplessly — I’m already living in his house, okay? Who’s looking down on whom here?
As for Miss Yuan, she was having a great time — off traveling with her parents on a flight. As for her older brother, Yuan Hua? He could stay far away.
Old Comrade Yuan didn’t like him much, and Young Miss Yuan was happy about that. After all, when there’s a struggle for heirship, the one outside is always just a vassal prince.
Meanwhile, Sichuan Girl had also returned home, greeted by her mother’s endless fussing. Her father, however, wasn’t pleased about her ever-lengthening hair.
“Tomorrow, you’re getting that hair cut. Just look at you — what are you trying to be, an artist?”
Since Sichuan Girl had been working as a cross-dressing influencer, she’d been growing her hair out — now it was only a little shorter than Zhao Yun’s.
“Cut it? No way! I think it looks great. My boy’s got such delicate features — with a little styling, he could look prettier than some girls!” his mother said with a completely different opinion.
Sichuan Girl: (⊙⊙)
What a pleasant surprise — could it be that his mom actually supported his career?
Well, no wonder — his hometown was a famously open-minded city.
At school, Wang Chu walked Class Monitor Wang Jing back to her dorm. The two had gone shopping, watched a movie, and had dinner together — the full “couples’ three-step routine.” But clearly, they didn’t know much about the “rules of the Jianghu.” Without their strategist He Xiaoyue around, Wang Jing acted like a total fool.
Even so, she was very happy. Spending time alone together had been wonderful — and this time, it had been her own victory.
“Uh, today was fun. Want to go swimming tomorrow?” Wang Jing asked.
Wang Chu said, “No way. I can’t even dog paddle. I’ll probably just drink half the pool water again. And last time I went, I swear someone peed in it.”
Class Monitor Wang Jing: (艹皿艹)
“Even if someone peed, you’re still coming! That’s final! Now scram!”
After getting punched by the class monitor, Wang Chu rubbed his chest in confusion as he walked toward his dorm, muttering,
“Fine, fine, I’ll go. Geez, why hit me?”
On the first day of vacation, everyone had their own stories to tell — but thankfully, all were doing just fine.