Chapter 46

Song Mo still couldn't resist his mother.

In the end, he reluctantly agreed.

Only then did he leave for school.

According to Bai Jiaojiao, the banquet at Dihao Hotel, though a gathering of the wealthy, would also draw many second-generation heirs.

The purpose…

Probably just to get to know each other's faces.

"Don't worry, son. Just sit wherever the young people are, act tough among those little rich women, and when the time comes, I'll call you—you must come right away, understood?"

Bai Jiaojiao repeated it over and over.

The core idea is, Mom must show off to those so-called "best friends"—you have to cooperate with me!

"Understood."

On the very first day his mother came home, Song Mo wished she'd leave on a business trip immediately.

Song Mo arrived at school for class.

Graduating early requires applying and processing paperwork; during this period, Song Mo still had to attend classes as usual.

Song Mo didn't mind.

Every day he studied as usual, diligently grinding his 【Learning Mastery】 proficiency, waiting for it to max out so he could advance to Master—perhaps there'd be some unexpected reward.

Currently, 【Learning Mastery】 had greatly enhanced his memory; his comprehension and cognitive abilities in both humanities and sciences had improved dramatically.

Especially during his advanced math lessons, the fifty-something teacher kept exclaiming, "Holy shit—I've finally met a truly gifted treasure!"

Song Mo immersed himself fully in the ocean of knowledge, ignoring An Yinuo's occasional glances, and also ignoring the corner.

The resentful stare from someone named Chen Xi.

Did he hate Chen Xi?

Song Mo would have answered with intense hatred in the past.

Even now, he still hated him.

But the nature of this hatred was vastly different from before.

The current Song Mo viewed Chen Xi with condescending contempt—a cold indifference, knowing the man was destined for ruin.

He looked forward to it.

What would they feel when he crushed Chen Xi and his harem beneath his feet, then slowly destroyed Chen Xi right before their eyes?

Would An Yinuo cry?

An Yinuo, hearing Song Mo's inner thoughts, sneered.

【Heh, cry? I'll just clap and cheer!】

"Stupid Song Mo, such an arrogant bastard."

She muttered the insult under her breath, then began pondering something.

That was…

Would Song Mo attend tonight's banquet?

An Yinuo didn't know—but despite her usual aversion to such events, she had broken her habit and decided to attend, driven by some hidden expectation.

Her mind even conjured up countless scenarios.

If he showed up, their positions would shift quickly—how could Song Mo still strut before her? How could he dare ignore her again?

At that moment, she'd make him utterly humiliated!

Thinking this, An Yinuo felt half her inner gloom had already lifted.

Instantly, her thoughts shifted.

Never mind, maybe I shouldn't go too far tonight.

If I just give him a little face, praise him a bit in public, wouldn't that easily ease the tension between us?

Her mind buzzed with ideas, desperate to act immediately!

…

The banquet was scheduled for 6 p. m.

It would officially begin around 7 p. m.

Today, Song Mo told Bruce he wouldn't be doing 【Combat】 training—he was granted a paid day off.

Upon hearing the news, Bruce felt a faint sense of regret—not because he harbored any unspeakable feelings for his boss, but because he couldn't witness firsthand someone's rapid growth, and that disappointed him.

He felt it was like a cultivation game.

He'd taken on a disciple, then watched as the disciple leveled up at a speed no one else could imagine—even though he himself wasn't growing stronger.

But it still felt incredibly satisfying.

Song Mo went home and took a quick shower.

He grabbed any clean clothes and put them on.

But under strong insistence from Song Wanrou, he changed again.

Song Mo hadn't always been this careless about his appearance, but since he'd pulled far ahead in a certain field and gained absolute confidence, he no longer cared much about outward looks.

Even though his appearance was quite good.

But it was his rich inner substance and absolute confidence that truly made Song Mo neglect his exterior.

He drove to Dihao Hotel.

Today, the hotel had been fully booked.

Outside, the doormen stood in neat rows; whenever a guest showed an invitation, someone would lead them in, followed by a synchronized bow and greeting.

It was pretentious—but it made people feel valued.

Song Wanrou, holding Song Mo's arm, walked into the hotel.

The lighting on the first floor was gaudy and flashy.

At first glance, it looked resplendent and magnificent.

But Song Mo sensed that it carried the air of a nouveau riche, lacking artistic touches; he wasn't very fond of such overly bright lighting.

"Mr. Song, Miss Song, this way please."

The doorman was quite capable; facing such wealthy tycoons and second-generation rich, he showed not the slightest nervousness, and instead, with easy composure, gave the two an introduction as they chatted.

Where the drinks area was, where the food area was, who the people over there were, who the people here were, where the entertainment facilities were, and if they had any needs they could press the emergency call button at any time.

A waiter would rush over to serve them.

Song Mo was more interested in the drinks area.

He told the doorman to go attend to his own business, and brought Song Wanrou to the drinks area.

"Sir, Madam, what can I get you?"

Right away, a bartender from the front desk came over to ask their needs—a handsome guy with shoulder-length hair.

"Thanks, I don't need anything."

"But, young man, could you lend me your bartending tools for a moment?"

"Of course."

The young bartender said with a smile.

Clearly, it wasn't his first time encountering such a thing; many second-generation rich with nothing to do, and who didn't like doing anything proper, would choose to pick up all sorts of random entertainment skills.

These skills usually had one characteristic.

Showing off.

A convenient skill like bartending that could dominate the bar scene and even at banquets was naturally a favorite of some second-generation rich.

He only needed to wait until this second-generation rich finished mixing the drink, then use some fairly professional terminology to heap on a couple of compliments, helping the second-generation rich win the beauty's heart.

The second-generation rich is happy, the beauty is happy.

When the second-generation rich is happy and gives a tip, he is happy too.

Everyone is pleased.

Song Mo took the bartending implements.

With practiced ease, he picked up the bottle, gave it a gentle shake, and the liquid shimmered with a dazzling brilliance under the lights, possessing a fantastical beauty.

His movements were extremely light, perfectly matching the brisk music.

There was no superfluous showing off, yet every gesture carried an extremely elegant beauty, like a thoroughly satisfying artistic performance.

Paired with his relatively cool and aloof expression, the youthful, layered bangs, and a well-fitting suit, for looks-loving girls it was absolutely a rare visual feast.

The pouring of ice—utterly pure.

Under the stirring rod, the swirling liquor was like a multicolored neon.

Song Mo took out a sprig of vanilla, placed it atop the glass, and handed the deep blue cocktail to Song Wanrou.

"Sky Dream, a cocktail that looks good and tastes good."

A faint smile—he was quite satisfied with his creation.

The bartender was dumbfounded.

This second-generation rich's technique was even above his own—who was actually the professional here?

He was stunned for a good while.

He didn't even manage to utter the praises he had prepared in advance.

And somewhere in the hotel.

An Yinuo took out her phone and stopped recording.

She smiled triumphantly, revealing two little tiger teeth.

"Song Mo, I finally caught you."

"This young lady has been waiting for ages!"

(End of this chapter)