Chen Mo naturally knew who Rui'an Luo was. He’d seen him many times while in a soul-like state. Of course, to Luo, Chen Mo must have always seemed unconscious.
Chen Mo flashed a faint smile. "Sorry, Grandpa Luo. In this condition, I can only chat with you lying down."
"Ah, it’s nothing," Rui'an Luo replied, not minding at all. In fact, he was quite pleased with Chen Mo’s politeness.
He’d investigated Chen Mo earlier, right after mentioning that special admission spot at Capital University to Chen’s father. Luo had other plans in mind. The findings perfectly proved this young man was exceptionally mature and outstanding compared to his peers.
Flawless since childhood—excellent grades, courteous manners. No faults in character or conduct. Especially that rare maturity and steadiness for his age, which Luo deeply admired.
His granddaughter Xianxue was too soft. Luo wanted her to change. Granting her freedom and letting her attend university was a good start. But he couldn’t leave her alone.
Thanks to Chen’s father, Luo had taken an interest in Chen Mo. After a brief investigation, he felt this youth could look after his granddaughter at university.
Recent interactions with Chen’s father had been satisfying. Chen Mo’s background barely met Luo’s standards, sparking a test in his mind.
He’d hide his identity, posing as an ordinary old man to chat and learn more about Chen Mo. That was Luo’s plan.
He didn’t know Chen Mo had recognized him at first glance.
Later, Luo recounted how he’d met Chen’s father. He even mentioned luring him to work at his son’s company, skillfully concealing his true status.
Chen Mo feigned appropriate surprise. Both knew each other’s secrets yet played along.
Luo said, "Your dad’s working with my son now. His job’s much lighter than before. Just focus on recovering here."
Chen Mo replied, "Thank you so much, Grandpa Luo. I’d worry about his health if he stayed at his old job. Our family’s truly lucky to have met you!"
Luo chuckled. "As they say, it’s fate. Your father saved my old life. I still don’t know how to repay him."
"Don’t say that," Chen Mo insisted. "We don’t know how to thank you. Without your help, I might not have woken up yet."
"Nonsense, it’s nothing."
"Of course, of course."
After this exchange, Luo grew even more satisfied with Chen Mo.
Just as the reports said—this kid was full of merits.
No wonder he came from a prestigious family. That grace was impeccable. Both surnamed Luo, from the Luo clan... in a simulated life, he’d probably be related to Xianxue.
Thirty minutes later, Luo left, leaving Chen Mo alone with his father.
They stared at each other, neither speaking first.
Truth was, their relationship was like this. Chen’s father wasn’t expressive. Chen Mo was quiet too.
At home, their talks were mostly question-and-answer. When Chen Mo was young, his father tried to act the caring dad.
But after one argument—where Chen Mo proved his father wrong with solid reasoning—his father spoke even less.
Chen’s father was a first-time parent. Chen Mo had an adult’s mind.
Sometimes, his father couldn’t match Chen Mo’s clever arguments.
After a long silence, Chen Mo gazed at the ceiling. "Since you’re working for the old man," he said calmly, "put in extra effort. He’s kind. Don’t overwork yourself."
Chen’s father nodded slightly. "Mm."
Chen Mo asked, "How’s home been lately?"
At this, his father’s brow furrowed faintly. Noticing it, Chen Mo turned serious.
He knew his dad well—unflappable even in disasters. A frown meant big trouble.
His father’s voice was low. "Someone’s pursuing Xiao Ying at school."
"???"
That’s why you’re so grave?
Chen Mo’s lips twitched slightly. "Just that?"
"It’s serious," his father insisted, nodding solemnly. "Other matters... though the hit-and-run driver’s still at large, the parents of the person you saved, plus Grandpa Luo, covered your medical fees. Money’s not a worry."
Chen Mo wasn’t concerned. Their savings were ample anyway.
He alone had tens of thousands in assets.
But his sister being pursued? That was normal. Not being pursued would be weird!
Despite her rough edges, Chen Ying was a standard short-haired beauty.
Chen Mo sighed. "Old Chen, no offense, but your views are outdated. Suitors prove Xiao Ying’s excellence."
"I’ve started using the internet," his father replied, showing he was learning. Then he returned to the point. "Xiao Ying’s only a high school sophomore. Not even eighteen."
Chen Mo waved it off. "Relax. Xiao Ying’s not as childish as you think. She’d probably ignore those students anyway."
"Talk to her when you can," his father pressed, still uneasy.
Chen Mo rolled his eyes. "You’re her dad. Why not you?"
"I..." His father struggled for words. He couldn’t admit Chen Ying was rebellious and rarely listened. Instead, he muttered, "An elder brother is like a father."
That nearly choked Chen Mo to death right there.
Where did your fatherly authority go?!
"Fine. I’ll talk to Xiao Ying later," Chen Mo sighed again, resigned.
"Also, the college entrance exam..." His father glanced at Chen Mo’s body and trailed off.
Chen Mo understood. "Don’t worry. I’m recovering well. The final stretch is just practice tests and review. I’ve already learned everything. My grades—you know better than to doubt them."
He’d never resent his dad for bringing this up.
His father had missed university by a few points. It haunted him. Chen Mo knew this. He’d never let his dad down on grades.
If the father couldn’t fulfill it, the son would.
Parents worked hard so their kids could live better.
As Chen Mo spoke, his father added quietly, "Your classmate brought you some test papers. He said you could study during rehab. There’s still a good chance."
Chen Mo: "..."
