The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 2

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"Calm down, Xiaoyun. That girl's just gone insane. You're way better than her. She's twenty-five and still doesn't have a boyfriend. Look at you—you've got Young Master Xu from the Xu Group. Once you marry him, you'll be a proper rich wife. Not like her—completely unwanted."

Zhang Xiufeng said, then glanced at Mo Keyu, who was currently looking down at her phone.

Before Zhang Xiufeng could even finish her sentence, more loud, grating laughter rang in their ears—

[These two idiots—how could a hot young heir ever fall for someone like Mo Xiaoyun? There's definitely some secret they don't wanna talk about. The guy doesn't even like girls! If he did, he'd have had dozens of girlfriends by now. But nope, tsk tsk, only countless boyfriends.]

"Enough!" Zhang Xiufeng suddenly shouted.

Mo Keyu, who was already seated and playing on her phone, paused and looked up, deadpan. "Huh? What? Why're you yelling all of a sudden? You still wanna fight?"

She'd just seen the two morons about to blow a fuse, so she sat down, scrolled on her phone, and kept an ear open while casually roasting them with the system. But she didn't expect Zhang Xiufeng to just snap and start screaming.

Zhang Xiufeng froze, as if realizing she'd lost control. No matter what, she was technically the mistress of the house now. She was supposed to act like a proper rich lady, not a rabid street brawler.

Mo Keyu ignored her and kept scrolling.

But the voice didn't stop:

[Rich wife, my ass. She acts like a fishwife. I'm dying here!]

Zhang Xiufeng pinched the bridge of her nose in pain. Mo Xiaoyun stood nearby, calling "Mom," but didn't dare say anything else—afraid that the mocking voice in her head would come back even louder.

In the end, they made the wise choice to stay far away from Mo Keyu.

"Xiaoyun, let's go. I had a gown custom-made for tonight's banquet. You'll blow everyone away," Zhang Xiufeng said, dragging Mo Xiaoyun toward the door. "That jinx doesn't even have a decent dress. She'd just embarrass herself if she came."

Laughter echoed in both their minds, swirling nonstop—only disappearing after they left the hall.

Once they were gone, Mo Keyu couldn't help asking the system:

[Anything else happening today?]

[There's a luxury banquet tonight. All the major finance tycoons and elite professionals will be attending.]

[Oh, so it kicks off tonight. Alright then, I'm going back to sleep.]

Mo Keyu stretched. Her whole life revolved around eating and sleeping. Roasting people was a passive skill at best. Most of the time, she kept to herself and stayed out of everyone's way. But the world was full of annoying pests that just loved bothering her.

She headed upstairs, flopped into bed, and passed out until 2 p.m.

Once fully recharged, she walked over to the vanity. Her hair was a little messy from sleep, and her eyes were still groggy.

But when she looked into the mirror, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Holy crap. A goddess!"

The girl in the mirror had a perfect skull shape, fair and glowing skin, stunning peach blossom eyes that sparkled and drew you in, a sharp and delicate nose, and bright red lips that added the perfect pop of color.

This wasn't just a pretty face—this was drop-dead gorgeous. No wonder those two were so jealous they could bleed.

Just based on looks alone, the eldest daughter outclassed Mo Xiaoyun by miles.

If she showed up to that banquet, she'd totally steal the spotlight.

Mo Keyu opened the wardrobe in her room. It was filled with casual clothes—not a single gown in sight.

She went downstairs and asked the maid who was busy working, "Where's my gown?"

Aunt Zhang glanced up and answered plainly, "Miss, you don't have a gown."

"Not even one? All these years?" Mo Keyu frowned a little.

"Miss, you've always worn the second miss's hand-me-downs."

Mo Keyu clicked her tongue. Everyone in this house clearly knew she was being treated unfairly, but no one said a word. They were all just a bunch of shameless suck-ups.

"Hey, Eldest Miss, where are you going?" Aunt Zhang called out, seeing Mo Keyu walking straight out the door.

"To buy clothes," she said without even turning her head, walking off.

With her long hair down, Mo Keyu got into a car and headed straight for the shopping district.

The thing was, those upper-class gowns were usually custom-designed well in advance by famous designers—there was no way she'd find anything that high-end just by walking into a store now.

Still, she'd rather buy something off the rack than wear someone else's leftovers again.

At the banquet.

Classical music flowed elegantly through the hall as influential figures from all walks of life arrived one after another.

At these rich-people gatherings, the older generation often had their eyes on the younger crowd. Who had potential? Who was capable? Who had recently made a splash? All of it became the talk of the night.

The Mo family barely counted as middle-tier among these elite circles, and as the Mo family's eldest daughter, Mo Keyu was even more of a nobody.

Some of the ultra-rich in attendance tonight were people even her father, Mo Zhengtian, had to suck up to—especially the Gu family, the Shen family, and the Pei family, three of the most powerful clans in the world.

And the thing he was most proud of now was Mo Xiaoyun getting engaged to Xu Rong, the eldest young master of the Xu family.

Because of that, he pretty much granted every wish Mo Xiaoyun had.

On the flip side, Mo Keyu, the daughter with zero presence, had never once caught her father's eye.

Everyone showed up in glamorous outfits, including several major international figures.

It was obvious this banquet had pulled a lot of strings to bring such high-profile guests together. No wonder Zhang Xiufeng and her daughter had ordered custom gowns months in advance—this was their big shot at standing out and networking with power players.

Mo Keyu stood alone in the hall, not knowing a single person, so she just scrolled her phone out of boredom.

Right then, a girl in an ultra-short skirt walked past her and slammed her shoulder hard against Mo Keyu's—whether on purpose or not was anyone's guess. Her phone flew out of her hand and hit the floor.

"Oops, didn't see you," the girl said, with zero remorse in her voice and an annoyingly smug tone.

[Zhang Yan, Mo Xiaoyun's close friend. Been clinging to her ever since her own family fell from grace.]

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