Great Young Master Qin Mo

A young man, who seemed to be soon entering his 20s, walked across a long corridor, holding stacks of papers with him. It was rare seeing someone hold stacks like that in this age, due to the invention of the cyber-band.

The man's face was Fu Jiu's nightmare and the previous one's daydream.

Qin Mo.

The same face that the previous Fu Jiu photoshopped himself together, the same face which made Fu Jiu throw his phone even though he was open-minded. The face which caused a major rift in "Fu Jiu"'s name.

The fair visage, with navy blue eyes and dark hair. His lips were red, and his skin looked tender. His features looked sharp, yet refined. His ocean-blue eyes, deep as the water, had a swirl of emotions like a whirlpool. It was enchanting, his face a glacier, but the deep pools with them, contouring a strange curve, which made his should-be-looking innocent face to a noble aristocrat - a thinker unrivaled, a flower which has bloomed in the tallest of mountains, within storms.

He entered into the distant room, which was a room which was originally organized, but tons of files and wires made the room look tainted. The sentiment of the room, even with the messy demeanor felt royal but it reminded the owner was a bachelor.

Qin Mo placed the stack on a small glass table and looked over to the corner of the room, where a helmet was placed, with several electrodes. He stared at it for a fine time, before his heart feeling strange. His lips parted and he looked like he wanted to say something before his door was knocked on several times.

"What is it?"

"Young Master, you have an invite from your alma mater, and the Fu Conglomerate's young heir also wanted to meet you there" An old voice was heard from outside.

"No." A single worded reply and with that, he tapped his cyber-band, quickly viewing some data about sales and getting ready to work again.

"Your father asked you to... Young Master... The school is powerful, you need to have some good relations with them, he says..."

Before the old man could finish his words, Qin Mo opened the door, and simply stared at him for a second without blinking his eyes and said - "No."

He began to walk out but closed the door shut, quickly enough for the old butler to not know what was inside.

The old butler looked anxious and followed him and said, "Young Master, your father... You should go..."

He didn't reply this time, giving out a feeling as if he had been forced to talk too much. His pace was fast, and he quickly overtook the old butler and an assistant ran to him and called him over for a meeting.

"Your father knows you too well... young master..."

Qin Mo followed the assistant, only to be led to a room with his father. He stared at him again, sighed. He slightly parted his lips but didn't let out a sound.

He was a middle-aged man, who showed traces of experiencing vicissitudes but hailing victorious. He gave a mild and restrained aura, similar to his son.

"Business couldn't lure you."

"Can feelings do?"

"Old Hao wouldn't know it, so he told the heir of the Fu Conglomerate, but that really doesn't matter does it?"

"Your old teacher wanted to meet you, or... I want you to meet him. I know you're stubborn, but I know you like your teacher a lot...-"

He was interrupted by a beautiful, yet sombre voice, which was slightly clouded with age. "Dear, how could you say that? I knew his teacher was retiring, so, I suggested it to you! Now you're saying, you wanted to? How could you?"

A woman, who had a gentle face and a slightly pouted lips arrived. She was as old as the man, but her spirit was cheerful.

"Ah Fei, you and I are one, why bother~~"

"Hmph, if it's good things it's you and me huh?"

A sense of mild disgust emanated from Qin Mo, and he really wanted to get out of the suffocating room.

"I know."

"Huh?" The couple questioned simultaneously.

"I wanted to meet him privately."

Qin Mo's parents understood the underlying manner quickly. - "I'm not an idiot, I know what my teacher is doing."

"Ahh, Momo! Do you know what's best? When your old student, suddenly surprises you, great and successful, arriving at your school! What's better? An arranged formal meeting?"

Qin Mo remained silent and got up to leave.

Qin Xu simply grinned and let him evacuate the area. He knew his son could be brighter in other areas, other than being a light bulb near him and his pretty wife.

......

Qin Xu: I love you wife~

Wang Feifei: Hmph, I don't think I do!

Thousand-watts bulb Qin Mo: Wait till I attack you with PDA!

Fu Jiu somewhere: *shivers*