The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 11

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In contrast, his eldest daughter Mo Keyu had a face that actually reassured him—eighty percent like him, taking after the best features of both her parents.

"Dinner's ready, Dad. I had the chef make it under my watch," Mo Keyu said. She'd been the one taking care of Mo Zhengtian these past few days.

Even while lying in a hospital bed, Mo Zhengtian still had aides bringing him documents to review. But as soon as he heard Mo Keyu's voice, he waved the others out.

After all this time, Mo Zhengtian was starting to see his eldest daughter differently.

She wasn't the lying, gloomy weirdo Zhang Xiufeng had described.

In fact, it wasn't until now that he realized—he'd never really paid attention to his eldest daughter. After all these years, he barely knew a thing about her.

"How have you been while I was away?" he asked, taking the bowl of soup and sipping gently.

Mo Keyu paused to think for a second.

[While the old man was gone, the eldest daughter lived off leftovers, got mocked, insulted, slandered—people made up horrible rumors about her. Her reputation outside was trash. She even tried to end it all a few times and failed... Honestly, there's so much tragedy I don't even know where to begin.]

[But if I dump all that at once, this old guy's probably gonna get overwhelmed or annoyed. Better play it slow, like in those novels—say it's fine now, gain some goodwill, and then drop the truth later. That way, the old man'll be eaten up with guilt and regret, and finally hand over all his money to yours truly.]

[System, thoughts?]

[Approved.]

[Okay, going with the plan.]

"Lately... I've been doing alright," Mo Keyu answered softly, like she was holding something back.

Mo Zhengtian gave her a sideways glance. What he really wanted to know was—what was that "system" she kept mentioning?

Even if it sounded a bit supernatural, he had come to accept the strange voice in his head.

The voice only came through when Mo Keyu was nearby, so he suspected it was her inner thoughts.

She was his biological daughter, after all. If that really was her inner voice... then his eldest daughter had been suffering years of bullying, completely under his radar.

"If there's anything wrong, you have to tell me right away," Mo Zhengtian said, finally starting to sound like a proper father.

"Okay, Dad," Mo Keyu replied sweetly on the surface.

Mo Zhengtian then picked up his phone and sent a few messages to the family butler, before going back to reading company documents.

Meanwhile, Mo Keyu stayed in the room, playing on her phone and occasionally glancing at the IV drip to check the flow.

Suddenly, after answering a phone call, Mo Zhengtian looked over and said, "Keyu, I'm kinda craving some wontons from Eighteenth Street. Can you go get some for me?"

"Oh, sure, Dad!"

Mo Keyu agreed instantly and left with her phone without thinking much. But she didn't realize Eighteenth Street was a full half-hour drive one way—just the round trip took more than an hour.

When she returned to the hospital, she found someone else inside the room—a housemaid from home.

This housekeeper was fairly young. Mo Keyu normally didn't have much interaction with her; the girl just did her job and stayed quiet.

"Chairman, I told you all this... please, I'm begging you, don't say it came from me. If anyone finds out..." she said nervously, her face full of fear.

Mo Zhengtian's face was stone cold. "Isn't this my house? As long as I'm here, no one can threaten you."

"Yes, sir... it's just... you're not home often. When you go away on long business trips, there's no one left to stand up for the eldest miss."

Mo Zhengtian was pressing his fingers to his brow, visibly frustrated. "What has this family turned into..."

"Dad, what are you guys talking about?" Mo Keyu asked, a little confused by the whole scene.

Only then did he realize she had returned.

"Keyu, you're back," he said, his tone much softer now. Even the way he looked at her had changed—it was complicated.

"Yeah, I'm back," Mo Keyu replied.

"You may go now," Mo Zhengtian said to the young maid. "As long as I'm in this house, no one can threaten you."

"Th-thank you, Chairman." The maid gave a quick, subtle glance at Mo Keyu as she left.

That look said everything—it was clearly about her.

Mo Zhengtian looked a lot better overall. Physically, he hadn't been all that sick to begin with, and now, with the careful care and comfort of the luxury ward, he was recovering quickly.

He got out of bed and walked over to the table. Mo Keyu stepped up and placed the wontons in front of him.

"These past few years... I've been neglectful," Mo Zhengtian said, motioning for her to sit across from him. "Sit down. It's been a long time since we had a proper conversation."

"I'm fine, Dad~" Mo Keyu said, her voice trembling slightly.

She'd already worked herself up emotionally—no sense wasting it now.

Seeing her look so pitiful, Mo Zhengtian could tell she'd suffered greatly. He was just about to say something comforting when he suddenly heard her bright, chirpy voice ring out:

[I'm so pitiful, boohoohoo—HAHAHA. Can't believe the old man actually made that face.]

[Over ten years of mistreatment doesn't just disappear overnight.]

[Still... I'll give him this, at least the guy has a conscience. No worries—so long as he hands over the cash, I'll make sure he lives a long life.]

[Wonder when he's writing his will. Either way, better to keep the money in the family than let it fall into some outsider's hands.]

Mo Zhengtian had pretty much gotten used to that voice by now. Ever since that morning, it had been chirping away non-stop in his head, only going silent when Mo Keyu was completely absorbed in her phone.

From her inner voice, it was clear she still harbored a lot of resentment. After all, she'd been neglected for years. As a father, he had really failed her.

"I just spoke with the maid and got the gist of things. I'll make things right. I should start acting like a proper father," he said.

Then he swallowed a spoonful of wontons and looked up—right into those bright, glassy eyes of his eldest daughter, who was gazing at him with a face full of gratitude.

That same evening, Mo Zhengtian was discharged from the hospital.

When Zhang Xiufeng and Mo Xiaoyun heard he was coming back, they immediately ran to the villa gate to greet him.

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