Huo Cifeng cut off a small piece of steak and put it in his mouth without a change in expression.
Only after chewing slowly and swallowing did he say, "What's the rush, Father? You won't lose much. At worst, I'll transfer the shares back to you."
Only then did Father Huo's constant anxiety and worry ease a little, but he was finding this son of his harder and harder to understand.
He had clearly played the obedient son perfectly properly before. What was going on now? The moment he got the shares, his ambitions had ballooned.
"Speaking of which, there's something I'm puzzled about. Why did you do that, Father?"
"What?"
"Sending Luo Beishi to Huo Cixiao. Who planned that?"
"I suggested it to the old master. Stop asking." Lin Lan, who had remained silent all this time, slowly spoke. Her voice had the charm and beauty of a mature woman.
Lin Lan was the mistress Luo Beishi had spoken of, the woman brought into the family in marriage just seven days after Huo Cixiao's mother died.
Even at home, she wore a blue-green haute couture gown from Brand A, a string of pearls around her neck and an exquisite emerald-green bangle on her wrist.
Her looks were not particularly outstanding, but her skin was like that of a woman in her thirties, showing no signs of age.
Her advantage was that every smile and frown could move Father Huo's heart. That was how she had securely held the position of Madam Huo for twenty years.
Huo Cifeng hadn't expected his own mother to have instigated it. His expression nearly cracked with anger, and he forced down his discomfort as he asked her, "Why?"
"What other reason could there be? Seeing that no one sincerely cared for or looked after your eldest brother, I simply found someone for him. Is that so hard to understand?" Lin Lan was very composed. She also knew that even if she said nothing, her son would find out, so she might as well lay her cards on the table early.
Father Huo said nothing, but his eyes darkened as he listened quietly.
"You certainly knew how to pick someone." Huo Cifeng nearly laughed in anger. What temper could he possibly unleash on his own mother?
"The Huo Family already has someone surnamed Luo now. As for that sickly Luo Bai, I think you'd better rein yourself in." Lin Lan's expression remained unchanged, and she continued to sit with dignified elegance.
"Impossible." Huo Cifeng refused outright. He had already spent ten billion on Luo Bai. There was absolutely no way he would back off.
Even if he was going to discard him, he had to get a taste first.
"Haven't you read the news? Young Master Shen has made the news several times for the Luo Family. Could you do that?" Lin Lan chuckled to herself. Compared with Luo Beishi, Luo Bai disgusted her even more.
When the people she had sent to investigate told her that her son had spent ten billion on Luo Bai, she had nearly lost her temper on the spot.
Now she just wanted to see her son's frustrated expression. How lovely it was. This was the consequence of disobedience.
Huo Cifeng had been looking for people to buy up shares these past two days without getting any results, and now Luo Bai had hooked up with someone else?
"Enjoy your meal, Dad. Mom. I have work to do." Huo Cifeng rose from the dining table with a great deal of noise.
The chair abruptly scraped backward, its piercing sound echoing throughout the dining room.
Only after returning to his room did Huo Cifeng see the trending searches online.
#Shen Dong bought dirt#
#Shen Dong is Luo Bai's simp#
#Shen Corporation Group responds#
#Luo Bai responds#
He clicked into them one by one and soon understood the whole story.
Huo Cifeng laughed in outright anger. Lowering his head, he gritted his teeth and called Luo Bai, but no one answered.
No wonder he hasn't answered my calls these past few days. So he's found a backup...
For the first time, Huo Cifeng felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly. This wasn't the pure, considerate, innocent boy he knew.
The online comments called Luo Bai a white lotus, a green tea man...
Huo Cifeng's eyes were now bloodshot and gloomy, with none of his usual suave public demeanor left. He called his assistant.
The call connected quickly.
"Assistant Zhang, find two private detective agencies and have them watch Luo Bai day and night," Huo Cifeng said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, Second Young Master. Any other instructions?"
"Also, look into Luo Beishi's schedule. Send it to me when you find it."
"Understood."
There were three advanced mathematics classes that morning.
Luo Beishi now only needed to make a special effort to study this subject, but when money could solve something, he got lazy too.
"Tongtong, give me a boost in advanced math too?"
"Host, what does 'give you a boost' mean?"
"Transfer all the advanced mathematics material to me. How much will it cost?"
"Ten million. Would you like to proceed, Host?"
"Yes, yes." Luo Beishi immediately closed his eyes and accepted the knowledge appearing in his mind out of nowhere. There was no need to organize it; when he had no use for it, he wouldn't think of it at all.
But when he needed it, it would surge forth furiously.
"All right, for this calculus problem, I'll pick a student to come up and solve it."
He had only just opened his eyes when he heard the teacher call his name again.
"Luo Beishi, please come up and solve this." The mathematics teacher was Gao Beibei, a female professor nearing fifty. She usually looked kind and approachable, but she was very strict when teaching.
Luo Beishi had merely closed his eyes, and the teacher had noticed.
His husband was still listening to the audio drama. The progress bar on the phone was in the middle, so there should be enough time.
Of the forty-odd students in Accounting Class A, only four were male, so it would be very obvious if a boy skipped class. The teacher could tell at a glance.
At that moment, the girls all looked toward that head of white hair from afar.
Luo Beishi was simply God's favorite. From a distance, his skin looked very fair, but not the white of albinism, and his hair was naturally silver-white too.
Although he was only 178 centimeters tall, he had practically perfect head-to-body proportions and a palm-sized, high-fashion, world-weary face, like a man who had stepped straight out of a recent hit comic.
If Luo Beishi were cast as a comic character, probably only a sophisticated, beautiful, exceptionally resourceful villain would suit him...
The young man walked down the tiered lecture hall step by step, his air of indifference making them feel all the more that they could only admire him from afar...
The girls had already begun regretting it, regretting how they could have been so blind back then as to help that white lotus.
Now it seemed they really had mistaken a pearl for a fish eye.
Utterly blind.
The young man in the brown cashmere coat stood with his back very straight on the platform. He picked up the capacitive stylus for the electronic whiteboard, selected black in the settings, and began working through the solution on the board swiftly and methodically.
His handwriting really was beautiful. The elegant, graceful black characters were arranged across the whiteboard with effortless, orderly flair, yet formed an answer they couldn't understand.
The more the female students watched, the stronger their rose-colored filter became. A boy like this was not only rich, handsome, and academically accomplished-even his handwriting was so handsome...
Luo Beishi soon filled the entire whiteboard. Even Teacher Beibei saw him in a new light. She had known Student Luo was outstanding before, but not that he was this outstanding.