You are all bad women! Don't come over!-Chapter 344 - 335

"I don't think it's that difficult," Shen Mochen whispered in objection, always quick to respond.

"You wish!" Xia Qingrou retorted sharply.

After all, she was from an elite family in the Capital, naturally aware of how enormous these prestigious families were. Ordinary people might think that after reading some novels, they could "rise to high position and great wealth as easily as turning one's hand," but only those who could truly engage with that social stratum knew how colossal these people were.

Almost without exception, they had accumulated their wealth and power over several generations. Even a family like Xia Qingrou's felt an immense chasm that was simply unreachable when faced with theirs.

So, of course, she didn't believe that Shen Mochen could achieve what he said. She thought that Shen Mochen was just being fanciful, not realizing the gap. This was way harder than getting into National University!

"But what if I could do it?"

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"What are you daydreaming about? Do you think just because you're a male Superpower User you can become part of that kind of prestigious family?" Xia Qingrou rolled her eyes dismissively. "You should just be more realistic!"

Shen Mochen clicked his tongue, seeing her take the bait, and looked even more dissatisfied, "So what if I could do it?"

Xia Qingrou waved her hand impatiently, "Enough already. I won't spout nonsense with you. If you really can do it, I'll marry you as your junior wife, okay?"

Shen Mochen felt a surge of joy inside, "Is that what you're saying?"

Xia Qingrou was both angry and amused, "Yes, I'm saying it, but how long do you plan to take to do it? Don't tell me you want me to wait until I'm old and gray, making me a widow all my life?"

"Ptui, ptui, ptui, talk of widowhood is so inauspicious!" Shen Mochen spat, "No more than five years!"

"Five years?" Xia Qingrou scoffed, her face showing even more mockery, "I'll give you ten years, okay?"

Shen Mochen nodded vigorously, "Deal!"

Xia Qingrou's lips twitched slightly as she felt she had been tricked, but she had never taken this bet seriously.

It was like someone in class suddenly having a whim and saying, "I'm definitely going to become a billionaire when I grow up," to which you'd just respond with an "Okay, okay," too lazy to crush their dreams.

Just a passing smile.

"Go on, get out of here. Don't wander around in front of me; I'm sick of seeing you!" Xia Qingrou waved him off impatiently.

"I'm not bothering you," Shen Mochen said, turning his attention to the TV.

Xia Qingrou pouted; this guy was really shameless. She had never noticed it before.

The two sat on the sofa, watching TV, silent. Only the sound of splashing water from the bathroom could be heard.

And within that sound of water, there was a faint singing voice.

"I didn't expect Xuexue to have such a nice singing voice," Shen Mochen commented.

"Sounds good, right?" Xia Qingrou deliberately raised her voice, "You have some taste. Our Xuexue's singing is heavenly!"

"I seem to have heard her hum some songs before, they were pretty good too," Shen Mochen shrugged and cocked his head towards her, "It's just that I've never heard them before. The songs you girls listen to are quite unique."

"I haven't heard the songs Xuexue hums before either; I guess she composes them herself…" Xia Qingrou said softly.

"Then she's quite talented!" Shen Mochen expressed surprise.

Xia Qingrou nodded, with an indecipherable expression on her face.

"What's wrong?" Shen Mochen asked.

"Nothing." Xia Qingrou stood up. "Xuexue is coming out; I'm going back to my room. You keep Xuexue company and watch some TV, will you? Be nicer to her, you know? Your life is in her hands. If you make her happy, she'll protect you with all her heart and effort in battle!"

"I got it." Shen Mochen's expression was inscrutable as he watched Xia Qingrou stand and leave.

He knew that over the past half a month, the relationship between Han Muxue and Xia Qingrou hadn't returned to normal. They only appeared normal on the surface, but their interactions were always tinged with an indescribable awkwardness.

Shen Mochen knew the reason, but he was the least capable of solving it. Even Liu Chaoyan couldn't unravel it, could she?

When Xia Qingrou returned to her room, she took her phone with her, abruptly ending the TV's streaming. Shen Mochen's phone was left in the room, and feeling too lazy to retrieve it at the moment, he aimlessly flipped through channels with the remote control.

Coincidentally, he landed on an entertainment channel where several young idols were singing and dancing. Thinking of Fei Yumo, whom he was going to meet in a few days, he stayed on this channel to get some initial understanding of this whole idol business.

He knew Han Muxue disliked the Nuclear Girl group, especially Fei Yumo, but she probably didn't hate other idol groups.

Typically, even if ordinary people don't like a particular idol or group, they wouldn't go out of their way to hate them, unless they were the so-called "rivals" competing with their favored idols.

Bored to death after a while, Shen Mochen found it increasingly uninteresting. He didn't like the music, and his artistic sense didn't allow him to appreciate the girls' dancing.

The only thing keeping him watching was the group of energetic young girls hopping and twirling, their skirts flying up to reveal their thighs.

Before long, Han Muxue came out in a wheelchair, dressed in a new outfit, a small dress, a short skirt, with her delicate legs covered in snow-white knee socks, looking like an incredibly delicate doll, both beautiful and cute.

"...Where is she?" Han Muxue was surprised to see only Shen Mochen in the living room.

"She said she was a bit tired and went back to sleep," Shen Mochen replied. "Let's watch some TV together."

Han Muxue wheeled herself to the edge of the sofa and, looking down, said, "With pork prices soaring lately, she does need to save up..."

Shen Mochen glanced at her; her biting wit was still there.

The electric wheelchair came to a stop beside the sofa, and Han Muxue pressed her hand against the sofa armrest, trying to shift her body and sit down on the couch.

Shen Mochen looked at her and rose to help.

"What are you doing?" Han Muxue suddenly became agitated, glaring at Shen Mochen. "You think I can't do it?"

"I know you can, but wouldn't it be a bit easier if I helped? You've helped me plenty in the past."

Shen Mochen bent down slightly, his hand passing under her arm, embracing Han Muxue's waist.

Though he had anticipated it, her lightness still took him by surprise.

He wondered if she even weighed seventy pounds.

Han Muxue hadn't expected Shen Mochen to hold her directly, her body trembling slightly, her heart pounding with nervousness. In that moment, she forgot to speak and to rebuke him.

She felt her heart pounding so hard, like it was going to jump out of her throat.

What was that scent on him? It smelled so good. Did all guys smell like this... He must be looking down on me, thinking I can't do anything right. Just too meddlesome, get away already!

Han Muxue's face blushed with a myriad of thoughts.

"You're really light," Shen Mochen said softly as he placed Han Muxue gently on the couch.