Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"Hahaha..."

Chu Mo laughed heartily, fully understanding the other's meaning. For the sake of his stomach, he dared not eat such spicy food anymore.

"Rest assured, there are countless types of Hua Country's cuisine. Let's try something else," he said.

They had only walked a few steps forward when they stopped in front of a noodle shop.

Chili oil noodles were one of Chu Mo's favorite foods in the past.

They were filling and came in large portions; one bowl was usually enough to satisfy him. Back when his budget was tight, he often ate this dish.

He hesitated, wondering if eating noodles now would leave him too full to try anything else later, but the blond youth beside him had already taken the lead and walked into the shop.

The storefronts on Food Street were all quite small, and this noodle shop only had six or seven tables. Although several tables were occupied, Chu Mo and his companion couldn't find a seat. As Chu Mo was deliberating over what to do, Geng Pan had already approached a corner table where two girls were seated.

"Excuse me, beautiful ladies, may my companion and I join you here?" he asked.

Foreigners really have outgoing personalities, not as reserved as people from Hua Country. If it were Chu Mo himself, he might have waited or turned to the next shop if there was no seat available, but the blond youth was more direct.

The tables in the noodle shop were small, designed to seat exactly four people. With one girl on each side of their table, two seats were conveniently left empty.

With his blond hair and blue eyes, Geng Pan was very handsome. His chiseled features and tall, well-proportioned figure would have scored him at least ninety out of a hundred points in the eyes of an average young woman.

The two girls sneakily glanced at the blond youth and then looked at Chu Mo, who wore golden glasses and exuded a refined air. Blushing, they nodded in agreement.

Geng Pan had already confidently taken a seat next to the girl with the ponytail, and Chu Mo, no longer hesitating, moved forward a couple of steps and likewise sat down next to the other girl.
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"Boss, two bowls of chili oil noodles," Chu Mo called out to the owner of the noodle shop. He noticed two or three black-clad bodyguards constantly peeping inside from the shop's entrance. Ignoring the bodyguards and upon hearing the owner's acknowledgment, he added:

"One with less spice, and one with no chili peppers, please."

"There's nothing but scallions and noodles in these noodles," said the long-haired girl beside him in a quiet voice.

On hearing this, Geng Pan, sitting across from Chu Mo, exaggeratedly reminded, "Chu, you promised me, no more spicy food."

This was the first time the blond youth had addressed Chu Mo by his surname, foregoing the more formal 'Mr. Chu.'

It was surprising how a couple of grilled chicken wings had brought the two men closer. Previously, during a performance at Tianxiang Garden, Chu Mo had spent hundreds of millions and had not managed to bring himself any closer to the young man across from him.

Chu Mo was in a good mood, as he had intended to befriend this heir of the Ross family. After all, the Longevity Club's top scientists were counting on his assistance.

Chu Mo pointed to the noodle soup in front of the two girls, saying with a slight smile, "Look, the noodles here come with only broth and no chili peppers."

Indeed, having been frightened by the spicy chicken wings, Geng Pan nodded earnestly, saying, "That's good, that's good."

At that moment, the ponytailed girl sitting opposite Chu Mo, with a face full of curiosity, scrutinized the blond youth and said shyly, "Did you grow up in Hua Country? You speak the language so well, even more fluently than the foreign professors at our school."

As the ponytailed girl finished speaking, Chu Mo cheerfully responded, "This gentleman beside you is from the United States. Hua language is just one of the many languages he's proficient in. Aside from Hua language, Mr. Geng Pan also excels in Russian, English, Japanese, French, and nine languages in total."

"Wow, you really know nine languages? That's amazing! I'm just learning French as an elective, and it's so hard for me. Can you tell me how you learned them...?"

The ponytailed girl looked at Geng Pan with admiration. Her beauty wasn't exceptional and might only be considered slightly above average in her class, falling short of campus belle status, but she was still pleasing to the eye.

The heir of the Ross family was very polite; he didn't look down on the girl beside him just because she was a student. On the contrary, when the girl asked for help with French, he explained everything to her with patience and detail.

Suddenly, Chu Mo recalled a question posed to him by the beautiful writer he had met some time ago in Villa Number Nine.

Indeed, if given the choice between two girls—one with an interesting soul or one with a beautiful appearance—he had to decide whom to date.

At that time, Chu Mo had chosen beauty.

Now, Chu Mo felt that if faced with the same question, the heir of the Ross family would probably prefer the girl with the interesting soul.

As the direct heir of the Ross family, Geng Pan had been accustomed to seeing countless beautiful women since childhood. The women who made it into his circle were all stunningly attractive, and his aesthetic appreciation for beauty had likely become numb. In such a situation, faced with a choice between a pretty girl and an interesting girl, he would naturally opt for the latter.

This preference was the exact opposite of Chu Mo's.

Reflecting on this, Chu Mo felt a tinge of contemplation. Compared to the heir of the Ross family, who was showered with love and affection from birth, Chu Mo found himself trailing behind in taste, personal cultivation, and even looks. These were things decided at birth, and though he was loath to admit it, the truth was undeniable.