Chapter 76: Song Wanrou: I

"You're not as dumb as you look."

Watching Bai Jiaojiao's smug expression.

Song Mo was at a loss for words.

"Mom, was it you who reached out to An Yinuo, or did she reach out to you?"

Bai Jiaojiao said proudly:

"Of course it was me who reached out to her."

"Last time, when Leng Wanqiu was pressuring you, that little An girl stood up for you so firmly, and she's so sweet-looking—I ended up adding her on WeChat."

"But guess what? She was the one who started chatting with me first. She seems really concerned about what you've been up to lately—ever since you graduated early, you've been nowhere to be seen, and the poor girl was getting anxious…"

"Later, after we got to know each other better, she started pouring her heart out to me."

"I never expected it—her family's so well-off, yet her dad still pressures her to get married? She told me he keeps setting her up with guys, but she doesn't like any of them."

"It hit me then—I thought, she helped you before, and she's been so overly warm with me… could she have a crush on my little brat?"

"So I just asked the An girl straight out: 'Want to give him a shot?' Hey, she didn't even reply right away—I waited forever for her response!"

"I thought it was a no-go, but somehow, it worked out."

After hearing her vivid, detailed account, the whole story was crystal clear.

Song Mo's head spun.

An Yinuo?

He hadn't seen her in a long time—he'd almost forgotten her.

But the first memory that came back to him was those white-silk-clad, delicate feet…

An Yinuo loved wearing white silk.

It had become her most defining trait.

No!

Song Mo shook his head.

Damn it, how did he end up thinking of that?

Speaking of An Yinuo, Song Mo couldn't help but laugh—her past self had despised him at every turn, even got her dad, An Chenglan, to crush Song Family businesses.

In his past life, his car accident had nothing to do with An Yinuo, but she'd stood firmly on Chen Xi's side—that was an undeniable fact.

Why was this life so different?

An Yinuo clung to him like a stubborn patch of adhesive tape—he'd blocked her, stopped attending Modu University, yet she still wouldn't leave him alone.

An Yinuo likes him? Ha.

Song Mo sneered.

"Mom, I'd go on a date with just about anyone you pick for me—but An Yinuo? No thanks. I don't like her."

Bai Jiaojiao's smile froze.

"What?"

She couldn't understand—such a perfect girl, thoroughly vetted by her, absolutely top-tier, with a family background that could greatly benefit Song Mo.

Why wouldn't he like her?

Bai Jiaojiao reconsidered—teenagers' minds were always full of nonsense. Probably he just resented arranged marriages and craved free love.

She cautiously asked:

"Son, have you already met someone you like?"

Song Mo replied flatly: "Mom, I'm only twenty in lunar age—why the rush?"

Bai Jiaojiao felt as if she'd swallowed a calming pill—she now knew Song Mo likely hadn't met anyone yet; he just hated arranged matches.

She waved her hand decisively, as head of the household:

"Parents' decree, matchmaker's word!"

"It's settled then!"

"Tomorrow, you meet the An girl!"

"If you really aren't compatible, then it's just fate saying you're not meant for each other—you're not destined for luck, and I won't force it!"

Song Mo frowned.

Why did it feel like Mom was siding with An Yinuo?

What kind of witchcraft had An Yinuo poured into Mom's ears?

In truth, Song Mo was too close to see clearly.

From Bai Jiaojiao's perspective, it made perfect sense why she was so eager to bring An Yinuo and Song Mo together: first, An Yinuo's record was spotless—easily verifiable.

Second, during their chats, An Yinuo had clearly shown deep concern for Song Mo—in Bai Jiaojiao's eyes, that was unmistakable affection.

She knew firsthand: better to find someone who loves you than someone you love—and An Yinuo's family background was stellar.

Even if they eventually broke up, Song Mo wouldn't lose a thing.

No matter how you sliced it, her son would never be at a disadvantage—she, as a mother, had thought of nothing but his best interests.

But Bai Jiaojiao hadn't anticipated the tangled history between An Yinuo and Song Mo, so she couldn't understand his resistance.

Song Mo saw that his mother simply didn't get him.

He was helpless.

He knew what had happened in his past life—if he told his mother, she wouldn't send him to a mental hospital, but she'd be utterly frantic worrying about his sanity.

"Looks like to truly solve this mess, I need to deal with An Yinuo herself—make her stop bothering me."

"This is insane. Is An Yinuo just naturally masochistic? I was clearly hostile toward her—I even told her plainly to stay away."

"She's an An Family heiress—doesn't she have any self-respect at all?"

Song Mo felt the world was utterly absurd.

Though he had lived a second life, the plot's trajectory still exceeded his expectations—could it be the butterfly effect brought by rebirth?

Song Mo wasn't sure.

Every word of his inner thoughts had been heard by Song Wanrou.

The small hand that had been tightly clenched because Bai Jiaojiao said she wanted to arrange a "blind date" for Song Mo now suddenly relaxed.

"Phew—"

"Fortunately, Xiao Mo dislikes An Yinuo so much—how could he let down his guard completely and accept An Yinuo just because of a few words from Mother?"

Song Wanrou actually carried a proud sentiment toward the other women appearing in Song Mo's inner thoughts; although she appeared to be a gentle and modest person, deep down she still had her own pride.

She felt that she was different from them.

After all, she was originally Song Mo's older sister, and the relationship between the two had always been very close.

Moreover, back then she had been willing to face even death to gain her younger brother's forgiveness.

Could those other women have done the same for her younger brother's forgiveness?

Song Wanrou felt disdain in her heart.

She told herself that there were many bad women in this world, but her younger brother was the best brother in the world, and she had to protect him well.

She couldn't let him fall into a bad woman's trap!

Even if he really dated someone, Xia Rou or Xia Yu would be fine!

An Yinuo was not acceptable!

Was it truly because An Yinuo was the eldest miss of the An Family, hard to deal with; while Xia Rou and Xia Yu were only from ordinary households, easier to handle?

Or was it genuinely entirely for Song Mo's sake?

Song Wanrou had never thought deeply about this matter.

She smiled and looped her arm through Bai Jiaojiao's.

"Mother, my brother is still young, there's really no need to rush…"

(End of Chapter)