Qi Li had already been helped away. 　　Gou Yiyang followed. 　　"What were you saying to your brother just now?" Gou Yiyang asked. 　　Chen Mo: "Let's talk about boarding school." 　　Gou Yiyang asked in surprise, "You're going to live on campus?" 　　"Hmm. Is there a problem?" 　　"Living on campus is not a problem, but I have to kindly remind you that although our school is a key middle school, the dormitory conditions are really quite average. It's a six-person room. If you can stand living in smelly socks and instant noodle buckets, then never mind what I said." 　　Chen Mo chuckled, "Isn't this kind of life pretty good?" 　　He actually knew what Gou Yiyang really wanted to remind him of. 　　Given his current situation, dormitory living may not be suitable for him. 　　Chen Mo didn't tell him that if he stayed at the Yang family's house any longer, he was afraid that if something like today happened a few more times, he wouldn't be able to resist setting the house on fire. In that case, his retirement life would probably have to continue in prison. 　　Chen Mo paused suddenly as he stepped onto the stairs. 　　"Help me up," Chen Mo said. 　　Gou Yiyang was stunned for a moment, "What?" 　　Chen Mo placed his left hand on the stair railing and said, "Give me a hand." 　　Gou Yiyang then noticed something strange about his right foot. 　　"What's wrong?" he asked, grabbing his arm. "What happened? Did you get a cramp? Or did you hurt yourself when you kicked someone?" 　　Chen Mo exerted himself slowly, enduring the sharp pain. 　　"Rheumatism." 　　Old Gou was speechless. "...If you really feel it's too shameful to kick someone and hurt yourself, you don't have to make excuses." 　　Chapter 8 　　Chen Mo's desire to live at school was met with unanimous opposition from the Yang family. 　　The couple spoke in a very high-sounding manner, saying, "The food, clothing and daily necessities at home are better than at school. Your older brother only started living in the dorms when he went to university. We're worried about you moving to the school alone." 　　Yang Shule was arrogant yet seemed to feel humiliated. "If you're not happy about riding in the same car with me to and from school, I can take the bus every day. Who are you going to show off by going to boarding school? It's like I'm kicking you out." 　　Yang Zhi was the only one who did not express his opinion. 　　It seems that Chen Mo was the first to greet him. 　　Early Monday morning, the Yang family gathered together at the dining table in the living room, a rare occasion. 　　Yang Zhi sat there scrolling through the news. He didn't seem to care much about the unusually quiet atmosphere at the table, only saying, "Let him stay if he wants to." Sooner or later, he'll beg to move back. 　　"Big brother." Yang Shule threw down the spoon, making a clinking sound in the bowl. 　　He looked displeased. "He was the one who wanted to kick me out, but now he's gone to live at school. What will my classmates say about me?!" 　　Zhou Yaoqiong comforted her, "Lele, these kinds of things between classmates will pass quickly if you don't pay attention to them. The most important thing for you now is to focus on your studies." 　　Just then, Chen Mo came downstairs carrying a suitcase. 　　After descending the last step, he casually handed his suitcase to the driver, walked to his seat at the dining table, and asked, with a strange air of nonchalance, "What are you talking about?" 　　“We were talking about your school days.” Zhou Yaoqiong thoughtfully ladled a bowl of soup for Chen Mo as well, and said softly, “You two are the same age and in the same class. Studying hard will help your older brother in the future. He’s working so hard every day.” 　　Yang Shule immediately replied, "I will not work for my family's company. I will make my own achievements in the future." 　　Zhou Yaoqiong smiled with satisfaction and turned to ask Chen Mo, "Where's Xiao Mo?" 　　"Me?" Chen Mo chuckled. "Grandpa said before that as long as the younger generation turns eighteen, they can receive year-end bonuses from the group. At that time, my name will be registered with the company, and my share will be paid to me regularly every year." 　　Zhou Yaoqiong paused for a moment, hesitated for two seconds, and then said, "Well, that's good too. Your older brother will never treat you unfairly." 　　Yang Zhi, who had been silent to the side, suddenly glanced at Chen Mo, as if surprised and unable to suppress his sarcasm, "You really are ambitious." 　　Chen Mo ignored him. 　　However, the head of the family, Yang Qi'an, brought the topic back. 　　"Does it really have to be a boarding school?" 　　Chen Mo readily accepted the good advice, saying it would "be more conducive to concentrating on his studies." 　　Chen Mo thought to himself, since they had already established the image of him as a model student, they naturally had no reason to refuse this excuse. 　　Yang Qi'an paused for a few seconds before saying, "If you want to stay, then stay. If you need money, just let me know." 　　Seeing that her husband had relented, Zhou Yaoqiong looked at Chen Mo and suddenly felt a pang of belated guilt. 　　Chen Mo only stayed at home for a little over a month at most. 　　He's not quite the same as when he first came back. 　　The hostility that had once terrified her seemed to have vanished. The designer clothes fit him perfectly, and when he sat at the long dining table, his movements as he sipped his soup were slow and deliberate, even somewhat pleasing to the eye. 　　She couldn't help but wonder what her son would be like now if she had raised him from a young age. 　　Thinking of this, she called out, "Aunt Zhang?" 　　"Oh, Madam." The kitchen maid, Zhang Sao, came out wiping her apron. 　　"Serve Xiaomo another bowl of the soup that's simmering in the kitchen," Zhou Yaoqiong instructed, then turned to Chen Mo and said, "Drink more. The food at school is definitely not as good as at home. This soup is light today, but if you like it, I'll make it for you again when you come home this weekend." 　　Chen Mo put down his spoon, leaned back in his chair, and smiled with the perfect maternal affection: "Thank you, Mom." 　　Yang Shule, who was standing next to her, unconsciously tightened her grip on the spoon as she watched this scene. 　　“Madam.” At this moment, Aunt Zhang suddenly spoke up. 　　She glanced at Yang Shule, who was looking down and whose only visible feature was a black cowlick of hair, and felt a pang of pity. Her tone was rude as she spoke, "This soup will simmer for two hours, and there's not much of it in total. Didn't you say it was specially made to replenish Xiaole's blood and qi?" 　　Chen Mo almost burst out laughing. 　　Zhou Yaoqiong looked embarrassed, then quickly became angry. "It's not like there's only one bowl left. How much can Xiao Le drink by himself?"

Chapter 17