It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

Chen Mo took out his car keys.

The daytime running lights of the BYD Han came on, and two sharp white beams shone from the corner of the parking lot.

The car door pops open automatically, and the hidden door handle slides out.

Zhang Wei's mouth was open, unable to close.

"This car...two hundred thousand!" someone exclaimed. "Chen Mo, have you really struck it rich?"

The students' cars were all parked nearby.

Some people drive cars worth tens of thousands of yuan, while slightly better ones cost around 100,000 yuan.

Chen Mo's brand-new BYD Han gleamed discreetly in the dimly lit underground parking lot, setting it apart from theirs in terms of class.

"Chen Mo, where did you make your fortune? Bring the brothers along!"

"Just starting out with a small business." Chen Mo got into the driver's seat, rolled down the window, and said, "Everyone, I'm off now."

The BYD Han drove out of the underground parking lot and disappeared on the exit ramp.

Zhang Wei stood there, stunned for a few seconds, and then took out his phone.

He ran to his car, started it, and followed them.

The BYD Han drove along Xiangsi Lake Avenue and turned into the entrance of Xiangsi Lake Residence.

The access control system recognized the license plate and automatically raised the barrier.

When he received the house, the property management had already entered his license plate into the system, so he could park in the shop parking space outside the community gate.

The property manager did ask him if he wanted to buy a parking space, and when he asked the price, wow, it was 200,000 yuan each, so he didn't buy it.

Zhang Wei's car was stopped outside the gate, so he made a phone call.

"Sicheng, do you know what I saw? That brat Chen Mo went into the Xiangsi Lake Residence!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Damn it," Wang Sicheng's voice turned sinister, "What does he want? How did he get in?"

"I don't know, the access control let him in! That's a privilege only for the owners! He parked in the parking space outside the shop."

"I'm going back right away to get someone to teach him a lesson." Wang Sicheng lowered his voice. "This kid's acting strangely. He suddenly has money, suddenly appears, looking at Siman, and going into the elegant residence..."

Chen Mo parked his car, got out, and just as he reached the entrance of the residential area, several cars stopped behind him.

As soon as the car door opened, several classmates who had been at the banquet stepped out.

The leader was called Lao Zhou, someone he could talk to a bit back in college.

Old Zhou walked over quickly, his face full of anxiety.

"Chen Mo, you still won't give up? Hurry up and leave."

"Leave?" a voice boomed from behind. "You fucking think you can just leave?"

Chen Mo turned around.

Wang Sicheng strode over, followed by five people.

They weren't classmates; they were locals he found to "get things done." They all had buzz cuts, wore black T-shirts, and had bulging muscles on their arms.

Old Zhou and the other students were pushed aside.

"Wang Sicheng, calm down, don't do anything."

"Get out of my way!" Wang Sicheng shoved Lao Zhou aside and walked up to Chen Mo.

The fake smile from the banquet was gone from his face. "Chen Mo, what exactly are you trying to do? Sneaking into my neighborhood? Are you still not giving up?"

Several men with buzz cuts surrounded them.

Chen Mo didn't move.

"I'm asking you a question!" Wang Sicheng grabbed his collar. "What are you doing at Xiangsi Lake Residence?"

Chen Mo looked down at the hand that was gripping his collar, grabbed it, and pushed Wang Sicheng, making him stumble.

I live here.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Wang Sicheng swung his fist at him.

Chen Mo turned to the side.

The fist grazed his ear.

His combat proficiency and muscle memory automatically activated at this moment. He grabbed Wang Sicheng's wrist with his left hand and twisted it outward. At the same time, he stepped forward with his right foot and used his hips to throw Wang Sicheng away with a standard over-the-shoulder throw.

Wang Sicheng fell to the ground and slid half a meter away.

The five men with buzz cuts were stunned.

The next second, they rushed up at the same time.

As the first person's fist came down, Chen Mo didn't retreat but advanced, rushing into the other person's arms and striking their chest directly with his right elbow.

The man groaned, bent over, and looked pained.

The second man's fist slammed into his shoulder, and he countered with a backhand hook that swept upwards from under the man's chin, sending him sprawling backwards.

The third person tried to hug him from behind, but Chen Mo seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He kicked the other person's knee with his left leg, and as the knee bent, he turned around and delivered another knee strike, hitting the other person's lower abdomen.

Less than a minute.

The five men with buzz cuts were all lying on the ground, some groaning and others rolling around.

Wang Sicheng got up from the ground, his suit was covered in dust, his hair gel was smudged, and a strand of hair was hanging down on his forehead.

He stared at Chen Mo, his eyes bloodshot.

"Wang Sicheng, what are you doing? It's just a little argument from college. You're acting like a woman, holding a grudge until now. I even gave your son 20,000 yuan as a wedding gift."

A dowry of 20,000?

Wang Sicheng was even more furious.

But he glanced at his grumbling subordinates beside him and didn't dare to lash out.

The students watching were all dumbfounded.

Old Zhou's mouth was open, his hand still in the position where Wang Sicheng had pushed him away, and he was completely frozen.

Chen Mo patted the wrinkles on his collar.

Hmm, the hem of my clothes is slightly dirty!

Just then, a car pulled up beside them.

The car door opened, and Zhao Siman hurriedly walked over, carrying the child.

"Wang Sicheng! Why did you hit me?"

"Then you'll have to ask him!" Wang Sicheng pointed at Chen Mo and roared, "Why is he here? Why was he allowed into this neighborhood? Zhao Siman, are you still seeing him? You fucking cheated on me?"

"You..." Zhao Siman's eyes reddened with anger, and she hugged the child tighter to her chest. "Wang Sicheng, are you out of your mind? I haven't been in contact with Chen Mo since graduation, what right do you have to..."

"Then why is he here? Why did you come back with me when I said I was going to teach him a lesson? Are you feeling sorry for him?"

"I'm just afraid you'll cause trouble!"

The two started arguing.

Chen Mo stood still and glanced at the child in Zhao Siman's arms.

Tsk tsk, no wonder he has my genes and Zhao Siman's genes, this kid will definitely be incredibly handsome when he grows up.

The baby was woken up, pouting, about to cry, but hadn't even opened his eyes yet.

Chen Mo subconsciously took half a step forward.

Zhao Siman turned to look at him, her eyes still red, her expression complex, a mixture of apology, embarrassment, and a hint of inexplicable grievance.

"Chen Mo, you should go." Her voice was very soft. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he would do this."

Chen Mo shook his head.

"fine."

He turned around and walked towards the gate of the residential area.

Wang Sicheng's voice came from behind.

"Chen Mo! Where the hell do you live? You say you live here, so tell me your address!"

Chen Mo paused for a moment, but didn't turn around.

At that moment, a group of people rushed out of the residential area.

Leading the group were real estate consultant Sun Ya and property manager Qin Qing, followed by six security guards, each clutching a rubber baton, who came running up breathlessly.

"Quick, control them!" Sun Ya pointed at the five crew-cut men groaning on the ground.

The security guards quickly surrounded them and pinned the men to the ground.

Sun Ya walked quickly to Chen Mo, her chest heaving, her forehead beaded with sweat, and her face full of anxiety.

"Mr. Chen, are you alright?"

Qin Qing followed, holding a walkie-talkie, her eyes red with anxiety. "Mr. Chen, we saw a message in the monitoring room saying someone attacked you at the entrance of the residential area, we're on our way..."

"It's nothing." Chen Mo waved his hand and looked at Sun Ya. "However, the security here is a bit worrying. If I didn't have any fighting skills, I would have been crippled by these people."

"I'm sorry, it was our fault." Sun Ya bit her lip, glared at the person on the ground, then turned back to Chen Mo and bowed slightly. "We've already had the surveillance footage retrieved and have preserved all the evidence. Should we call the police for you?"

Chen Mo glanced at Wang Sicheng.

The guy's face turned pale and then red.

"Never mind, it'll save you the trouble."

He was too lazy to report it.

It's highly likely that the matter will be mediated as a so-called emotional dispute. If Wang Sicheng knows someone and things escalate into a fight, that would be troublesome. Even if these people are detained, it won't cause any real harm.

Wang Sicheng finally realized what was happening.

He walked up to Sun Ya, his voice laced with suppressed anger, "Manager Sun, what did you just call him? Mr. Chen? Is he really the homeowner?"