The cafeteria was originally bustling with noise.
But Zhao Zixin's loud shout still managed to draw everyone's attention.
Many turned their heads to look.
Shen Ji'an and Zhang Shuo also turned around.
However, Shen Ji'an quickly looked away.
Everyone's so shallow—his sister wouldn’t be like that.
Yet the next second, he saw his sister already standing up, her eyes sparkling. "Where? Where is it?"
Shen Ji'an: "..."
No shirtless man with abs was in sight, but Lin Mo's gaze still paused briefly.
The stunning woman with wavy hair walking toward them looked eerily familiar.
Zhao Ziling!
Compared to her youthful, delicate appearance back then, she had matured into a much more alluring and sophisticated beauty.
Zhao Ziling hadn’t even heard Zhao Zixin's voice.
The moment her eyes met Lin Mo's, it felt like an electric current surged through her body, her mind going blank for an instant.
Her walk turned into a jog.
When she reached Lin Mo, she immediately pulled her into a tight embrace, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
She burst into loud sobs. "Momo!"
Zhao Zixin tried to grab her sister but only managed to clutch the hem of her dress.
Watching her sister hug Lin Mo, she gasped in shock and rushed forward, forcefully pulling her sister away. "Let go of my goddess—let me have a turn!"
Lin Mo: "..."
Zhao Ziling's sudden movement left Shen Ji'an momentarily stunned.
Hearing Zhao Zixin's words, his eyes flashed with sharp vigilance.
Zhao Zixin had accidentally blurted out her true feelings, her face turning as red as a ripe tomato.
She fumbled for words to backtrack.
Then she saw her sister hugging Lin Mo again—and Lin Mo wasn’t pushing her away.
Ahhh! So jealous!
Zhao Zixin's outburst didn’t faze Zhao Ziling.
Still overwhelmed by the joy of seeing Lin Mo's "ghost," she choked out between sobs, "Momo, how are you back? Do you have any unfinished wishes? Did you get the ten male models with eight-pack abs I burned for you by the river? Were they not good enough... Mmmph—!"
Lin Mo's mind buzzed. She quickly covered Zhao Ziling's mouth, forcing a smile. "I know you're excited, but calm down first!"
There were so many people around—she couldn’t just say anything!
After all, the persona she’d built outside was that of a studious, academic-focused top student!
With her mouth covered, Zhao Ziling couldn’t speak.
She regained some clarity, her wide eyes fixed on Lin Mo.
More and more students began gathering around.
Lin Mo had mostly finished eating anyway. She grabbed Zhao Ziling's wrist. "Let’s go talk outside."
The bright, youthful girl with a lively aura pulled the elegant, enchanting woman along as they dashed out.
The wind from their run lifted the red hem of the woman’s dress.
Sunlight streaming through the cafeteria entrance illuminated the two figures.
Many were left staring in awe.
Zhao Zixin’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, utterly baffled by what was happening.
Was her sister’s charm really that powerful?
Had she just won over her goddess that easily?
Shen Ji'an was equally confused.
Now he had to watch out not just for guys—but girls too!
Still, that red dress seemed vaguely familiar, though he couldn’t quite place it.
By the pond behind the cafeteria.
Zhao Ziling scrutinized Lin Mo from every angle. "So you’re saying you’re not a ghost? You’re actually alive?"
Lin Mo nodded solemnly. "Genuine and real! I didn’t die!"
Zhao Ziling gaped. "But you still look eighteen!"
Lin Mo saw no reason to hide the truth from her friend. "I traveled here from eleven years in the past."
Zhao Ziling shook her head. "How is that possible? I must be dreaming!"
Lin Mo sighed. "Here, touch me. I’m solid."
Zhao Ziling reached out. "So big and perky—you’re real!"
Lin Mo: "..."
Lin Mo smiled stiffly. "I meant my face!"
Lin Mo usually wore loose clothes that hid her figure.
Only Zhao Ziling, who had shared a bed with her, knew just how stunning her body really was.
Burning male models for her in the afterlife had always felt like a stroke of luck for them.
Zhao Ziling shrieked with excitement. "Ahhh! You’re really alive! This is amazing, so amazing!"
She lifted Lin Mo and spun her around, nearly tossing her into the pond.
Lin Mo, dizzy and nauseous, gasped. "Put me down—I’m gonna puke!"
Zhao Ziling set her down but kept staring, then crossed her arms, her lips puckered enough to hang ten oil pots.
"You’ve been back for a while, haven’t you? Why didn’t you come find me?"
The moment the words left her mouth, Zhao Ziling’s heart sank.
Stupid mouth—how could she blame Lin Mo?
Of course, it was because they’d fought before.
Her lips instantly straightened, and she grabbed Lin Mo’s hand. "I’m sorry, Momo."
Lin Mo chuckled. "It’s fine. That was so long ago."
Zhao Ziling shook her head. "For me, it’s been years. For you, it’s fresh. I really am sorry. I’ll make it up to you."
"Let’s exchange WeChat first. Send me your bank details."
Lin Mo frowned. "Why?"
Zhao Ziling: "Just do it."
A minute later, Lin Mo’s account received a transfer of 52,000,000.
Lin Mo’s peach-blossom eyes widened like saucers. "This much? Zhao Ziling, did you strike gold?"
The Zhao family had deeper roots than the Shens—they were an established elite clan.
Zhao Ziling had always lived comfortably and been generous.
But never this extravagant.
They sat on a bench by the pond.
Zhao Ziling rubbed her nose. "Nah, I married into the Huo Family through an arranged marriage. Not much else, but money’s endless. Spend it all—there’s more where that came from! Don’t you dare transfer it back!"
Watching Zhao Ziling’s sudden CEO-like demeanor, Lin Mo frowned. "Arranged marriage? Have you been happy all these years?"
The question shattered Zhao Ziling’s composure. She nearly burst into tears again.
Friends envied her "good marriage." Her family only cared about the benefits she brought.
Her clueless little sister only knew how to ogle pretty girls.
Lin Mo was the only one who asked if she was happy in her marriage!
She sniffled, tilting her chin up. "It’s fine... Wuwuwu... really, I’m fine... Wuwuwu..."
Lin Mo hugged her, patting her back gently.
Zhao Ziling wiped her tears and pouted. "I’m not crying. I’m just... negatively smiling."
They only chatted briefly.
Lin Mo had afternoon classes and needed to rest.
After evening self-study ended.
Lin Mo stepped out of school to find a red sports car parked by the roadside.
The window rolled down, revealing a glamorous beauty with crimson lips waving at her. "Momo!"
Lin Mo hadn’t checked her phone during class.
Only after leaving did she see Zhao Ziling’s messages.
She dismissed her driver and got into Zhao Ziling’s car.
As she settled in, Zhao Ziling tilted her head toward her. "I’m staying at your place tonight—I’ll keep you company!"
