Chapter 75: Song Mo Is Going on a Blind Date?

Song Tiancheng looked at Song Mo.

He, who had never been good at expressing paternal love, actually smiled gently at Song Mo today—a rare sight.

His face showed none of the cold severity of a CEO dominating the business world, nor any trace of a tycoon's aura.

Song Tiancheng said:

"I'm in my forties, still in my prime, so I certainly won't choose to retire now."

"Though I do wish to rest sooner, I feel empty inside if I don't do something, and I've left too little for my son."

"Like at the last banquet, I saw An Chenglan, An Yinuo's father, and Lin Haisheng, Lin Weiwei's father—I'm not as outstanding as them, nor as wealthy."

"But my son shouldn't be made to suffer, right?"

Song Wanrou came out of the room at this moment.

"Dad, Mom."

She called out to Song's father and mother.

"Oh, Wanrou is here too."

Bai Jiaojiao went up and linked arms with Song Wanrou.

Song Mo looked at Song Tiancheng; the man still had full black hair, only a few strands of silver, clearly still in his prime, yet he had thought so thoroughly of him.

Song Mo shook his head slightly.

"Forget it, Dad, just keep doing what you're doing."

"If you still have energy later, there'll be even more things for you to manage."

Song Mo was about to start a company, but every company needed a CEO.

This position wasn't as simple as many thought—just sitting around collecting money; in reality, a leader with decision-making power and execution ability was the core of a company's growth.

In Song Mo's vision, the vast commercial empire he would build was truly like an "empire."

In entertainment, medicine, knowledge, services…

He had ambitions in many fields.

At that time, he would certainly need to find suitable partners, and there would be countless details to handle—all consuming time and energy.

And Song Mo's most precious resources were time and energy, because of the Proficiency System, he had already developed a habit of learning.

He spent most of his day grinding Proficiency.

Rather than delegate stress to others, it was better to entrust it to someone he trusted absolutely—and Song's father was undoubtedly the most trustworthy candidate.

It would also save Song Mo even more time.

Hearing Song Mo's words,

Song Tiancheng looked puzzled.

But Song Mo clearly didn't want to elaborate, so he didn't press further.

Song Mo hadn't started anything yet; when the embryonic form of the commercial empire took shape and he needed Song Tiancheng, he would tell him naturally.

Bai Jiaojiao suddenly remembered why she had come to find Song Mo, so she let go of Song Wanrou's arm and pulled Song Mo over to her side.

"What's going on? You're acting weird."

Bai Jiaojiao said excitedly:

"Son, you've got to thank Mom this time."

"Mom found you a future daughter-in-law!"

Song Mo felt as if scalded by boiling water—he shot up from the sofa, stunned:

"Mom, what did you say?"

Bai Jiaojiao lifted her head proudly.

"I say you're useless—you've been in college and still haven't found a girlfriend, forcing Mom to worry for you."

"Luckily your appearance is decent and you're talented—ahem, most importantly, it's Mom's own personal charm."

"Other girls said they thought you were pretty good."

"That's why I came to tell you—I've made an appointment with the girl for you to go on a blind date tomorrow."

"I thought it was too hard to explain over the phone, so I came to tell you face to face."

Song Mo felt his head itch.

Like his brain was about to grow.

He looked at his mother with a complex expression, as if trying to see what was inside her head—couldn't she just watch dramas and go shopping like normal people?

Song Mo made a stop gesture.

"Mom, let's not talk about this yet."

"Let me ask you first—who in their right mind sends a 20-year-old son on a blind date?"

"Are we poor? Or are our conditions so bad that we're rushing to get a daughter-in-law?"

Bai Jiaojiao snorted.

"Big son, from the way you talk, are you accusing Mom?"

"Are you thinking, 'Dating is my own business, why is Mom interfering?' 'I'm so great, how could I fail to find a girlfriend?'"

"Are you feeling like your wings are grown and you want to fly off on your own?"

Song Mo's head felt like it would explode.

"Mom, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Bai Jiaojiao huffed:

"Do you really think I'm stupid?"

"Relax—I wouldn't rush under normal circumstances."

"But this time is different—her conditions are just too good."

Song Mo, utterly uninterested, rested one hand on his forehead and said:

"How good?"

"Look at you!"

Bai Jiaojiao said unhappily:

"This time, you're really the one climbing up."

"Her family background is far better than ours, and she's still a virgin—never dated anyone before, completely clean."

"She's also sweet-looking, like a porcelain doll. I even met her in person—she really is, her chest isn't small, every part of her is refined, I guarantee even her toes are beautiful!"

"Most importantly, she's well-mannered—clearly the polite type—and I found out she's especially family-oriented, generous to her in-laws. We'd only known each other a short while, and she already gave me a necklace worth tens of millions. Holy crap, even your dad wouldn't have given me one..."

Song Tiancheng coughed awkwardly beside her.

"Jiaojiao, what are you saying? I didn't refuse because I didn't want to—I just thought the necklace was too flashy, didn't suit your clean vibe. Didn't I buy you another one later? That one was expensive too."

Bai Jiaojiao shot Song Tiancheng a glare.

"Who asked you to speak? I haven't even tried it yet—how do you know it doesn't suit me?"

She turned back to Song Mo.

"If you don't want this daughter-in-law, others will fight over her!"

"Oh."

Song Mo's expression was blank.

"So, Mom, this daughter-in-law of yours—who's basically a celestial fairy, so far above me I feel unworthy—who is she?"

"You know this person."

Bai Jiaojiao suddenly fell silent.

Her gaze turned slightly suggestive toward Song Mo.

And she let out a cackling maternal chuckle.

Song Mo's hair stood on end.

"Mom, don't look at me like that."

Bai Jiaojiao asked:

"Son, weren't you really popular in school?"

Song Mo was baffled.

"I guess so."

"Hehe." Bai Jiaojiao grinned. "Actually, this person you know—she's your classmate!"

Song Mo frowned, thinking hard.

Classmate?

The first person who came to mind was Xia Rou.

But Bai Jiaojiao said the girl's family was richer than theirs—Xia Rou's family was merely middle-class, so it couldn't be her.

Song Mo sifted through his memories.

Suddenly—a flash of insight!

He exclaimed in shock:

"Holy shit!"

"Mom, it's not An Yinuo, is it?"

(End of chapter)