Late at night.
Lin Mo opened his eyes.
The study door creaked open.
A figure slipped in quietly.
Lin Mo turned his head to look at her.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Yuling just fell asleep, but I... couldn't sleep."
Lin Mo sat up and sighed.
"Should I seal your memories too? Make you forget what happened today. Then you’d sleep fine."
The next moment, Lin Mo saw Chu Miaomiao’s tear-streaked face.
She threw herself into his arms.
"No! I don’t want to forget today. I want to remember you."
Lin Mo patted her back gently.
"It’s okay, it’s okay. You had my talisman—I came right away, didn’t I?"
"I know. I’ve always known. You’re my guardian, Lin Mo."
"Mhm. Maybe I came back this time just to save you."
He rocked her like a child, soothing her.
He didn’t dwell on the warmth in his arms—he just wanted to ease her pain from the memories.
Chu Miaomiao was the kind of girl who made people want to protect her forever.
Soon, her sobs faded into soft snores.
Not loud, but just noticeable.
Probably from crying with a stuffy nose.
At her core, she was still just a girl.
Undeniably, Lin Mo liked that—a girl who needed gentle care.
Holding the sleeping girl, he didn’t rush to send her back or take liberties. He simply breathed in her scent.
Only when her breathing steadied and she clung to him like an octopus did he weave her a sweet dream and carry her back to her room.
Inside, Xie Yuling slept neatly, flat on her back.
Lin Mo gifted her a good dream too.
The next morning, before Chu Lintian could knock, Lin Mo opened the door.
"They’re still asleep. Let’s go. Finish this, and you can come back to make them breakfast."
Hands in his pockets, Lin Mo led the way.
Chu Lintian peeked in to check on Chu Miaomiao and Xie Yuling.
Chu Miaomiao was wrapped around Xie Yuling like an octopus.
Both slept soundly.
"See? Told you they’d be fine."
Soon, they arrived at the Da Jiang Group headquarters.
The car pulled to the curb.
"In a few months, this building will be yours."
Lin Mo’s tone was casual.
Though he’d never worked in such a place in his past life, he knew to keep his cool.
After all, staying cool was a lifetime commitment.
"So Jiang Beihe will definitely face justice?"
"If you want him dead, that’s an option. But I’d suggest surrender first, then suicide."
Lin Mo stroked his chin.
A straight-up death lacked economic benefits.
Dying right after transferring shares would raise suspicions. Better to confess, stand trial, then end it.
Perfect.
"So… you can kill anyone you want?"
Chu Lintian suddenly looked at him, dead serious.
"Technically, yes. But I’m not some Texas Chainsaw psycho or Hannibal Lecter. I don’t do ‘art.’ I just want to be a normal high schooler, go to college, then retire as a landlord. Collect rent, eat, drink—simple life."
Why college?
Because college life is great.
Why no job?
If someone says they love working, they’re possessed.
Checking his phone, Lin Mo noticed Jiang Yunlu’s message from last night.
Probably just saying she got home.
But "Master Lin" had been too busy to reply.
"Didn’t check QQ. Chu Miaomiao’s family came over—dinner ran long."
A quick explanation.
She replied fast.
"Got it. As long as you’re okay. What’s today’s plan?"
"Going home. Lighting incense."
"Ah." Jiang Yunlu didn’t get why, but she wouldn’t pry.
"See you tonight."
"Yeah, tonight."
As the last message sent, the car parked.
A new Volvo.
No frills—just the safest sedan. Boring looks, but crash-proof against interdimensional truck-kun.
After the accident, Chu Lintian chose it.
She could risk herself, but never Chu Miaomiao.
Stepping out, Chu Lintian’s breath quickened with nerves.
Lin Mo grabbed her hand.
Her cold, delicate fingers met his warmth, spreading comfort up her arm to her heart.
"Relax. I’m here."
Chu Lintian stared at their joined hands, feeling an unshakable safety.
Ding.
The elevator opened to a plain-dressed secretary waiting.
"This way."
"You…?" Chu Lintian eyed the secretary’s unchanged outfit from yesterday.
"She stayed to watch Jiang Beihe. My eyes where I’m not."
The executive elevator took them straight to the top floor.
There, Jiang Beihe sat tied to his chair, face haggard and tear-stained.
Last night had not been kind.
In contrast, Zhu Ligang stood polished in his suit, glowing.
"Looks like you had fun, President Zhu."
Lin Mo flopped onto a couch.
"Quite. Very… entertaining."
Zhu Ligang was under Lin Mo’s control—loyalty implanted, but actions his own.
Including what he’d done to Jiang Beihe.
Admittedly, Jiang Beihe had a mature charm.
So Zhu Ligang’s choices were… understandable.
When Lin Mo’s divine sense scanned the lounge, his expression twitched.
"Redecorate that room. Now."
He pointed sharply.
Zhu Ligang nodded eagerly. "Of course."
"What’s in there?" Chu Lintian moved toward the lounge but was yanked back.
"Trust me. You don’t want to see."
His grave tone and last night’s events painted a clear picture.
She could imagine.
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