Chapter 166: Xia Yu's Inferiority — Her Family Background Can't Even Compare to An Yinuo's and Lin Weiwei's

Entering the living room.

Bai Jiaojiao still wore a smile on her face, making warm small talk with Xia Yu and Xia Rou.

Along the way, she also took care of the feelings of Song Wanrou, Dushima Yingxue, and Adelin.

Song Mo ducked into the kitchen to cook.

Cooking often, his culinary skills had long since reached the Master level.

There was still a fair distance to go before reaching Transcendental.

Song Mo didn't force it, letting things take their natural course, waiting for his culinary skills to naturally break through from Master to Transcendental.

The dishes were stir-fried and ready.

Song Mo called out, and Xia Yu and Xia Rou hurried over to help.

After carrying the plates out, they set the table with bowls and chopsticks.

Nine people gathered around a large round table to eat.

Halfway through the meal, Bai Jiaojiao opened her mouth with a beaming smile.

"Son, you've got a girlfriend now, and you're still living with so many people — that's not quite appropriate, is it?"

"It's not like our family doesn't have houses. Don't be neglectful toward your girlfriend!"

Song Mo silently gave Bai Jiaojiao a thumbs-up in his heart.

As expected of Mom, still very considerate of her son.

Bai Jiaojiao swept her gaze around the table, her eyes mainly resting on Song Wanrou.

【Sigh, actually Wanrou was a daughter-in-law I deliberately picked out back then. I said I was finding my son a playmate, an older sister who could look after him.】

【But really, I was hoping for a girl I could personally mold into my son's future wife. But Tiancheng always felt my approach wasn't right and held opposing views, saying the boy should be free to fall in love on his own later.】

【That's why I gave up on my plan, though sometimes I still feel it's a pity. These two children grew up together since childhood. Wanrou's thoughts aren't clear to me, but my son has indeed always treated her as an older sister.】

【At this point, the two of them should part ways.】

Song Wanrou, under Bai Jiaojiao's gaze, slightly raised her head and forced a smile.

Bai Jiaojiao sighed.

"Then it's settled."

"Son, you two… uh, you three little ones should move somewhere else. You're all grown up, still clinging to your older sister? Don't bother your sister here!"

"As for where to move, take Xia Rou and Xia Yu to look around!"

"We've got so many houses — not enough for you to pick from?"

Song Wanrou bit her lip and said nothing.

In her heart, there was nothing but regret, only regret.

Actually, from childhood to adulthood, she hadn't been unaware of Bai Jiaojiao's intentions, and had also considered why the Song Family had adopted her.

The answer was for Song Mo.

It was just that she was too thin-skinned to discuss such matters with Bai Jiaojiao. Days passed one after another, and she never expected her little brother to no longer belong to her.

To bring it up now would likely be locking the stable door after the horse has bolted — too late.

Xia Yu quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Living here, her mental pressure had actually been quite great.

Xia Yu was confident that both she and Xia Rou were beauties of the highest order.

But, like Xia Rou, they were both the delicate type from a modest family — pretty, yes, but the aura they carried wasn't the kind of bearing cultivated by great households.

There was a feeling of a small bridge over flowing water, a maiden of eighteen.

By comparison, there was Song Wanrou's intellectual elegance, Dushima Yingxue's stunning beauty, and Adelin's princess-like innocent preciousness.

Even An Yinuo's cuteness and Lin Weiwei's poise.

These were all cultivated by lives of wealth and privilege.

Moreover, these women could all be of great help to Song Mo's career, unlike herself and Xia Rou, who could only help Song Mo with very minor things.

Xia Yu didn't know what her younger sister Xia Rou was thinking.

But she had previously comforted her sister, saying she was fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged, with no shortage of education and a gentle personality — no match she couldn't hold her own against.

Yet now, Xia Yu felt a bit of inferiority.

The words she used to comfort her sister couldn't comfort herself.

Xia Yu knew clearly that she and Xia Rou were like a twin lotus born in the countryside — no matter how pure and elegant, they were merely the moonlight in the eyes of common folk.

If compared to the flowers of an imperial palace's rear court—

They would inevitably appear dim and lost among the crowd.

Actually, speaking of it, she still felt somewhat unwilling to accept it.

Xia Yu always felt that, besides wanting to live alone with Song Mo, her urgent desire to leave here seemed to have another reason.

There was also a sense of fear.

Like being unable to outshine others, and having no choice but to flee in disarray.

Song Mo's brow lifted slightly.

He sensed Xia Yu seemed to have something on her mind, so he reached over and firmly held her hand.

Soft, and really cool.

……

The sensation caused by Huachuang Pharmaceutical Group's listing went far beyond this.

The netizens' astonishment, the heatwave it stirred up online.

These were hardly worth mentioning.

Only the monopoly giants of the pharmaceutical industry clearly understood what the establishment of Huachuang Pharmaceutical Group meant.

This was not only a devastating blow to the exorbitant profits earned by private pharmaceutical companies; even state-owned pharmaceutical enterprises resented the establishment of Huachuang Group.

The reasoning was very simple.

The cake had already been divided up.

But at this moment, someone squeezed in, and in a domineering manner, snatched away most of the cake on the table.

Then some people would go hungry with nothing to eat, and some people would not eat their fill.

Huachuang Pharmaceutical Group was precisely this person who forcibly occupied the pharmaceutical market and destroyed everyone's vested interests.

Then even if he was beneficial to the country and society, and improved the overall medical environment for the masses—

In the eyes of those whose cake had been snatched away, he was still guilty.

For now, it was only within the country.

When Huachuang Group's overseas business began to expand, it would then face boycotts from those shameless capitalists.

Fortunately, Song Mo had reached cooperation with the Allen Family and the Dushima Family.

Their strength was naturally beyond doubt.

No matter how fierce the struggle, it was not something Song Mo needed to worry about.

……

"Damn it, is this idiot's head filled with shit?"

"Not making money when you have the chance, huh!"

In Kyoto, somewhere inside a tall building.

In an office decorated with extreme extravagance and luxury, a pharmaceutical tycoon was watching a video on the screen of Song Mo promoting Huachuang Pharmaceutical Group, and cursing furiously.

He truly could not understand it.

Why did such idiots always show up?

Since Song Mo's drugs had better effects, he should just sell them at a higher price!

If he sold them even more expensive than himself!

Would he have to hate him this much?

But偏偏!

This bastard had lower costs than himself, better effects than himself, and sold cheaper than himself—wasn't this forcing him down a dead end?

The pharmaceutical tycoon was furious and frustrated.

His eyes were bloodshot, brimming with killing intent.

Yes, he personally had already made a lot of money—so much that he could never spend it all.

But he simply wasn't interested in money!

He was considering it for the sake of the employees under him.

What if his company collapsed? What would happen to the tens of thousands of employees under him?

Wasn't this undermining social stability!

As for letting Song Mo annex him, or simply him merging into Song Mo's company himself—

What a joke!

This wasn't about money, it was a matter of principle!

As an outstanding entrepreneur, he had to improve society through his own efforts!

The pharmaceutical tycoon knew that, apart from himself, a large number of people now found Song Mo an eyesore.

It could be said that Song Mo had offended the entire industry.

Without a second word, he made phone calls to several colleagues he knew.

"We can't let that kid get away with it!"

"The good atmosphere within the industry can't be corrupted by him!"

"We must be harmonious, we must all make money together!"

"We have to teach him a lesson!"

(End of this chapter)