novellhall Chapter 212 : Who Exactly Is the Child Here
Chapter 212 : Who Exactly Is the Child Here
Chapter 212: Who Exactly Is the Child Here
This was just absurd—his own biological mother mistook her son for a health product salesman and shut the door on him?
And he’d even shouted “Mom” before knocking, making it clear who he was. Was she wearing those glasses for decoration? She could at least take a proper look!
Bang bang bang!
“Mom! Mom!! Mom!!!” Lin Mo stood outside the door, knocking furiously—just like that new champion in League of Legends, Little Fire Dragon, who would start yelling “Mom!” at the slightest disagreement, each call louder than the last.
“Mom, open the door! It’s me—your son, Lin Mo, your biological son! Take a good look at me, hey!”
Five minutes later, Lin Mo sat comfortably on the sofa at home, though the woman standing across from him was staring as if she couldn’t believe what she saw, her gaze full of scrutiny. Clearly, Zhou Min still hadn’t completely let go of her doubts.
It wasn’t that she questioned Lin Mo’s identity—if she had, she wouldn’t have let him in at all. His facial features hadn’t changed, just paler now. Upon close inspection, he was still easy to recognize.
But she just couldn’t wrap her head around how her scruffy son suddenly looked like some young master from a wealthy family. Was this really her son?
And most importantly—his voice had even changed. Wasn’t it natural for her to feel suspicious?
“Cough, cough… Mom, could you please stop looking at me like that? You’re scaring me!” Lin Mo said awkwardly.
“My son, what have you been up to lately, huh? Why are you so pale now? And that voice—don’t tell me you’ve been taking some banned drugs? We’re men, you know, there’s no need to care so much about looks, right?” Zhou Min spoke, though her tone was a bit unnatural.
“Mom, even if you’re not used to it, at least call me your son, yeah? Or should I leave?” Lin Mo said helplessly.
Hearing that, Zhou Min’s heart finally relaxed. Though his complexion was fairer and his voice different, that cheeky tone was unmistakably her son’s.
Immediately, she smacked him on the back. “You brat! I’m just not used to your new look! Good thing your face didn’t change much—otherwise, I’d start wondering if I really gave birth to you!
Be honest with me—are you sure you didn’t take any banned substances? I saw online that some whitening products can cause cancer.”
“Aiya, really no, Mom! Why don’t you believe me? I’ve just been taking better care of my skin lately—learned a few things from a friend. And besides, even Dad didn’t doubt if I was his biological son, so what are you doubting me for?” Lin Mo explained.
That last line made his mom furious. She grabbed his face and pinched hard. “Oh? You dare talk back to your mother now?”
“Ow, ow, ow! I was wrong, Mom! Where’s Dad?” Lin Mo quickly begged for mercy.
Hearing his familiar tone, Zhou Min’s last bit of doubt vanished. Then, joy bloomed on her face.
That’s right—joy. Who didn’t want their child to look good? Having such a handsome son was definitely something to be proud of.
After all, she was his biological mother. How could she not be happy that her son looked better? Before, Lin Mo’s looks were decent but ordinary—nothing special. Compared to now, it was like night and day.
Zhou Min had thought she’d have to wait until Lin Mo married and gave her grandkids before she could brag about family. Who knew she’d get to start early?
Thinking that, she immediately whipped out her phone, aiming it at Lin Mo as she said, “Look at that baby face! Your dad’s not off work yet, but soon will be. Sit up straight, let me take a few pictures for my Moments! Don’t curl up on the sofa like a maggot!”
Lin Mo’s dad worked at the steel factory in South City. Though his job didn’t sound as respectable as his mother’s, he was a permanent employee. The family of two workers wasn’t rich, but their life was decent.
The only issue with working at a steel plant was that getting time off was hard. Machines couldn’t stop, even if people wanted to rest. So holidays required shift rotations—never could the whole team take leave together. Clearly, his dad was still on shift today.
Lin Mo had no choice but to let his mother drag him off the sofa for some photos.
Once Zhou Min finally accepted her son’s “glow-up,” she became ecstatic and proudly posted his photos on her social media.
No grandkids yet, but now even her son was worth showing off.
Half an hour later, Comrade Old Lin came home. The three of them sat down for dinner.
“Son?”
“Mm.”
“Son?”
“What?”
“Nothing, just calling you.”
Across the table, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a steel factory uniform, stared suspiciously at Lin Mo. This was Lin Mo’s father, Lin Junmin.
Old Lin wasn’t tall—just over 1.7 meters, four centimeters taller than his wife. Thankfully, Lin Mo took after his mom in height, reaching 179 cm. He was grateful for that—there was an old saying: If the father’s short, the whole family’s short. Men, after all, cared about height.
As for looks, Old Lin was average at best. Lin Mo’s good appearance clearly came from his mother’s genes.
Seeing his dad’s doubtful expression, Lin Mo stood up, took out a pack of Huazi and a bottle of Moutai, and handed them over. “Dad, I’ve been out doing internships these past months and made a bit of money. So I bought some good cigarettes and liquor to show my respect.”
“Whoa, you’ve struck gold, kid!” Old Lin’s eyes immediately widened. He might not know much, but he definitely recognized Huazi and Moutai. His grin spread wide.
“Hahaha! That’s my son! My son for sure, hahaha!”
Lin Mo: …
Zhou Min: …
Seriously? A moment ago, he was suspicious, and now just one look at cigarettes and liquor, and everything was settled? Which mattered more—the son or the gifts?
“Stop wasting money! Put that down! You think you’re old enough to drink Moutai?” Zhou Min glared at Lin Mo, then snatched the bottle of Moutai right out of Old Lin’s hands before he could open it.
Though they were a double-income household, they weren’t the kind who casually drank 2000-yuan liquor.
Seeing the bottle taken away, Old Lin protested, “Hey, hey! The kid bought it for me! My son bought it!”
“Still no. Save it for a special occasion—or better yet, I’ll sell it tomorrow,” Zhou Min said, a hint of jealousy lacing her tone.
But before she could finish, Lin Mo took a gold necklace out of his pocket.
“Son… this is?”
“It’s for you too, Mom. Now put that liquor back.”
In an instant, Zhou Min shoved the Moutai back at her husband, took the necklace, and burst into laughter.
“Hahaha! My son’s grown up and sensible now! All these years of raising you weren’t in vain! Come here, let Mom give you a kiss!”
Lin Mo: …
Old Lin: …
There’s a saying—“Two people sleeping under the same blanket can’t turn out that different.” His parents were living proof.
Their attitudes flipped 180 degrees the moment they saw gifts—not because the presents were expensive, but because they felt loved by their son.
People said parents should treat all children equally, but truth be told, children should treat parents the same way too.
Watching his mom laugh so happily, Lin Mo couldn’t help sighing.
He came home and still had to coax two elders—so who exactly was the child here?