FVN Chapter 213 : My Son Has Made Something of Himself
Chapter 213 : My Son Has Made Something of Himself
Chapter 213: My Son Has Made Something of Himself
“Hey, your dad, look at this necklace—doesn’t it look beautiful?”
After dinner, Lin Mo’s mother, Zhou Min, stood before the mirror admiring the golden necklace hanging around her neck, the corners of her lips curling upward uncontrollably.
She had already been admiring it for more than half an hour and still hadn’t had enough. Clearly, she was in an excellent mood at the moment.
Everyone knew that if a family wanted a good atmosphere, the lady of the house must be happy. Otherwise, the home would be unbearable.
Having been married for so many years, Comrade Old Lin clearly understood this principle. Not only did he show no impatience, but he also kept piling on the flattery, one line after another, making his wife beam with joy.
“It looks great. That necklace on your neck is simply perfect. But then again, no matter how beautiful the necklace is, it’s only because you make it shine. Without you, it’s just a plain chain—I wouldn’t even glance at it,” Comrade Old Lin said with a smile.
Sure enough, upon hearing that, Zhou Min’s smile grew even wider, though she still playfully scolded, “You old fox! If you think it’s so nice, why didn’t you buy it for me before? It’s still my eldest son who feels sorry for his mom. Ah, I can die happy now!”
Watching from the side, Lin Mo gave his father—who was sitting on the sofa smoking—a thumbs-up and whispered, “Dad, you’re amazing. One compliment, two layers deep—respect!”
And who wouldn’t admire him? His mom had only asked a casual question, and his dad first praised the necklace, then said it wasn’t as pretty as his wife—a perfect example of emotional intelligence.
Lin Mo seriously suspected that his father, who didn’t have much to show for himself at work or in looks, had managed to win his mother over purely with his smooth tongue. Otherwise, there was no way the two of them could’ve ended up together.
“Kid, you should learn from me. Your old man’s got a lot of tricks up his sleeve,” Comrade Old Lin said proudly.
At that moment, Zhou Min came over and sat down, asking, “By the way, son, you said earlier you made some money during your internship? How’d you do that? How much did you make?”
Although she was still giddy from the gift, she wasn’t stupid. Her son was just a senior college student—how much could he possibly earn from an internship? She had still been sending him living expenses every month.
Yet this time, he came home with Moutai liquor and a carton of cigarettes for his dad—nearly three thousand yuan already—and a gold necklace for her on top of that.
Gold was expensive these days, and that necklace weighed at least twenty to thirty grams. Counting craftsmanship, it could easily cost twenty or thirty thousand yuan. There was no way her son could’ve earned that from an internship.
Hearing her question, Lin Mo took a deep breath and said, “Since you asked, I’ll be honest. You and Dad should sit tight—I’m afraid I might shock you.”
Old Lin:
Zhou Min:
Such arrogance—was this boy getting too full of himself?
“Son, tell your dad honestly—did you win the lottery?” Old Lin asked.
That seemed like the only reasonable explanation. He couldn’t imagine how else his son could’ve made so much money.
Lin Mo rolled his eyes. Sure, he’d thought about using that excuse before, but still—how little faith did they have in him?
“No, nothing like that. You see, during my internship, I met a wealthy benefactor, and we got along really well.”
Old Lin: “So you became sworn brothers—she’s your patron now?”
Lin Mo: “No, Dad, stop interrupting! And she’s a woman!”
Zhou Min: “So, you’re dating her? Living off her?”
Lin Mo: “…Would you two let me finish?”
Honestly, even though they had raised him, his parents always gave off this slightly unreliable vibe. But to be fair, Lin Mo had probably inherited some of that—he wasn’t exactly the most grounded person either.
Zhou Min coughed. “Ahem, fine, fine, let our son talk! Don’t mess around!”
Old Lin: “I’m not messing around—it was you who said he was mooching off a woman. Okay, okay, my bad. Go on, son, Dad won’t interrupt anymore.”
Zhou Min: “And don’t forget about me!”
Lin Mo:
Sighing, he explained how he had once bought two Angong Niuhuang Pills at a low price and later sold them at a high price to a wealthy acquaintance—Yuan Meng—earning his first bucket of gold.
Then, he made another fortune from the stock market. Now, he could be considered a modest young rich man.
“You mean to tell me you’ve got over a million yuan in your hands?” Old Lin exclaimed.
Zhou Min, overjoyed, said, “Really? Where’s the money, son? Let Mom save it for you. That’s enough for a house in the city, maybe even a car. I’ll take care of your dowry!”
Lin Mo wasn’t surprised by their reactions. He had already expected this. It was one of the reasons he hadn’t told his cousin—if she found out, she’d tell his mom, and his mom would definitely come after his money.
Although both his parents worked, buying a house was still stressful, and everyday living expenses plus his college costs were a burden too.
Originally, they had planned to let him work a couple of years after graduation, then buy a house with a down payment and pay it off using their housing funds. They never expected such a pleasant surprise.
“Cough, Mom, don’t worry about the money. I’ve got plans—I’ll be graduating soon, and I want to start something of my own,” Lin Mo said.
Even though he’d taken out a hundred thousand, he still had around four hundred thousand left. He wanted to keep it as a safety net.
“No way. What would you even do with that much money? You listen to me—let Mom hold onto it—”
Before Zhou Min could finish, Old Lin interrupted, “Let the boy keep it. Dad supports you!”
“What do you mean? He’s just a student—with over a million yuan? What if he wastes it?” Zhou Min protested.
It wasn’t that she wanted to take his money. After all, he was their only child. She was just worried he was too young and that the money, earned through luck, might be squandered.
“He earned it himself. He’s almost graduated, got ideas of his own. Even if he loses it, that’s his decision. If you keep his money from him now, how’s he ever going to grow up? Have you ever seen a successful person whose parents kept a tight grip on their wallet?
Besides, our boy’s always been responsible. I trust him. That’s settled,” Old Lin said firmly.
At home, even though he usually let his wife have the last word, when it came to serious matters, it was always him who made the final decision.
Zhou Min clicked her tongue and waved her hand impatiently. “Fine, fine, do whatever you want! You’re both Lin anyway!”
It was obvious her husband’s words had struck a chord. It was true—they were just an ordinary family. They couldn’t offer much help, but at least they shouldn’t drag their son down when he was doing well.
Sure, she could insist and take the money. Then what? He’d buy a house, get a car, pay a dowry, and live out the same kind of life they did? That wasn’t progress.
“Hah, wife, come on, even though we share the same surname, I always listen to you, don’t I?” Old Lin said, smiling slyly like a simple man.
Lin Mo couldn’t help but sigh—his dad’s smooth tongue really was something. Why hadn’t he inherited that? If he had, his love life would’ve been a breeze.
“Ahem, well, there’s something else,” Lin Mo said, drawing their attention again.
“What now, son? Say it. While your mom’s still in a good mood, you won’t get scolded for small stuff!” Old Lin quickly prepped his wife.
Lin Mo:
“It’s good news! One of my professors thinks I’ve got potential and wants me to pursue graduate studies. But her field isn’t really my strength. Her husband, though, is a professor of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Jiangning Medical University and also the vice dean at Jiangning Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He thinks I have a knack for it and wants to take me as his apprentice.
I’m free these days, so I’ve been learning under him. And this time, I brought back some health supplements for you two.”
As he spoke, Lin Mo took out the items he had prepared.
“Mom, this honey is wild—it helps digestion and improves skin. I tried it myself; it works great.
And this fish oil and tonic—my teacher got them through special channels. They’re really good for the body. But don’t buy the same brands outside—the ingredients aren’t the same.”
However, his parents’ attention wasn’t on the health products at all. Instead, they were thrilled. “Son, you’re not lying to us, right? Your professors really want you to go to grad school? And that other professor wants to teach you medicine?”
Those supplements were nothing compared to their son’s future.
“As true as gold, you can trust me. They even let me call them teachers now. Whether it’s grad school or studying medicine under Professor Li, they’re all willing to teach me,” Lin Mo said, showing them the professors’ profiles online.
Seeing the genuine information, Zhou Min clasped her hands together in joy, hopping in place. “Hahaha! My son’s made something of himself—really made it! Your dad, this must be our ancestors blessing us! Who would’ve thought our family would produce a graduate student?”
She knew her son’s grades well—barely scraped into a second-tier university. Graduate school had never been on the table.
Old Lin couldn’t stop laughing either. It had only been half a year since they last saw him, but their son suddenly seemed so accomplished.
Then Lin Mo quietly added, “Uh, Mom, maybe it’s your family’s ancestors blessing us?”
“My family’s ancestors? What’s that got to do with you? My nephews haven’t gotten any of that luck—why would it go to you?” Zhou Min said with a smirk.
Lin Mo’s mouth twitched. Right—none of her ancestors’ blessings had anything to do with him. Whenever there’s trouble, they can go find his cousin instead; he was innocent.
“Anyway, that’s not the point. Here, both of you take two of these tablets a day. It’s my teacher’s secret formula—cleanses the lungs. You can’t buy it anywhere.” Lin Mo took out a bottle with the label removed—it was Poria Throat Lozenges.
The real reason he’d brought up Professor Li was so his parents would take this seriously. Otherwise, they’d probably dismiss the tonics and fish oil—or worse, give them away. That would make him cry.
Sure enough, upon hearing that, both parents suddenly became serious.
“This really works?” Zhou Min opened the bottle, finding only plain white tablets inside.
Lin Mo said, “Would I ever harm you? Just take two each tonight—you’ll see results in the morning. Especially Dad, with all those years of smoking. Mom, you’ve been breathing secondhand smoke for years too. Tomorrow morning, you’ll both cough up black phlegm.
This medicine is only available through my teacher. Once you finish it, don’t tell anyone—the herbs are hard to find.”
Lin Mo truly believed this was the best thing he had ever gotten online. The effects were strong and fast. He’d taken half a bottle himself, and when he no longer coughed up black phlegm, he stopped.
Seeing his serious tone, his parents exchanged glances. Then Old Lin immediately took two tablets, swallowing them down with tea.
“Doesn’t matter if it works or not—if it’s from our son’s teacher, it must be good.”
Zhou Min rolled her eyes. “You didn’t even look this serious when he said he made a million yuan. Of course it’s good—I’ll try it too.”
After they both took it, Lin Mo finally relaxed. Tomorrow morning, once they saw the effects, they’d treat everything else he brought back—fish oil, honey, all of it—as precious.
“Son, Mom’s so happy today. Tell me, what do you want to eat? I’ll cook it tomorrow,” Zhou Min said, smiling warmly.
The surprises today were overwhelming. Her son had become handsome, made over a million, and now professors wanted to mentor him. For a mother, that was pure joy.
“Anything’s fine, I’ll eat whatever you make,” Lin Mo replied.
Hearing that, Zhou Min’s excitement deflated a little—but then Lin Mo saw what a perfect answer looked like.
Old Lin: “What do you mean ‘whatever’? Your mom’s cooking is amazing—especially the braised pork and fish tonight! Better than any restaurant!”
Zhou Min: “Really?”
Old Lin: “Of course! You doubt my taste?”
Zhou Min: “Hehehe, you’ve got good taste!”
Old Lin: “If you practice hard, you can be like me—lying with a straight face.”
Zhou Min: “Hahaha! You get lost! If you don’t like my cooking, why don’t you cook yourself!”
Even though Old Lin teased her, it was clear that Zhou Min loved it. She laughed with genuine delight.
“I just wasn’t born with the cooking talent!” Old Lin said, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist with a grin.
Zhou Min asked curiously, “Then what’s your talent?”
Old Lin thought for a moment, released her waist, raised his arm, and said, “My talent is being able to shorten my arms!”
“Shorten your arms? How did you find that out?”
“When I was holding you just now,” he replied.
It took Zhou Min a second to realize what he meant. Then she smacked him playfully, laughing. “Hahaha! You jerk! You saying I’m fat?!”
Lin Mo stood frozen for a while before realizing what had just happened. Watching his parents flirt right in front of him, he felt as though they’d just force-fed him a mouthful of pig feed.
Fuming, Lin Mo stood up and struck an Ultraman pose, aiming his “light beam” at them:
“Cha!!”