The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 14

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She was in a good mood when she woke up. After washing up, she headed downstairs, where all the maids greeted her respectfully with smiles.

Now that Mo Zhengtian had come back and kicked out Zhang Xiufeng and her daughter, the Mo family had only one heiress left—Mo Keyu. Of course they had to treat her like royalty.

Breakfast was already ready downstairs, and when Mo Zhengtian heard that Mo Keyu was up, he came out of the study and sat across from her.

Without those two loudmouths, the Mo house really did feel peaceful.

She'd thought they'd take longer to deal with, but this worked too—less trouble if they vanished early.

"I've got some free time lately," he said, casually taking a sip of his porridge.

"Okay, Dad." Mo Keyu didn't really know what to say—it was kinda awkward.

"If there's anywhere you want to go, just let me know," he added.

"Oh, okay, Dad." Same answer again.

She focused on eating breakfast. Compared to Mo Zhengtian's weird behavior today, she cared more about confirming one thing, "Dad, what were the results from last night's test?"

The moment he heard that, Mo Zhengtian instantly put down his bowl, his tone cold, "No blood relation."

Mo Keyu let out an "oh," but still looked a little uneasy. "Then where's Mo Xiaoyun now? Why haven't I seen her?"

"I told her to go make a living on her own. Starting today, she has nothing to do with the Mo family. She can forget about ever stepping foot in this house again."

Mo Zhengtian spoke word by word, like he was making a serious announcement, and even glanced at Mo Keyu.

Mo Xiaoyun used to rely on the family's wealth and had pissed off a lot of people. Now that she'd lost her rich-girl status, the people in her circle naturally kicked her out. No idea how many were mocking her now.

In her last life, she just drifted through the days—no real skills, a useless degree. Without the Mo family, even surviving would be a problem.

"I'll take you to the company tomorrow," he said. "You're my daughter and the only heir to everything I have."

Mo Keyu's expression turned serious.

"What, not happy?" Mo Zhengtian frowned slightly.

[Managing such a huge family business must be exhausting, ahhhhh, does having money mean I don't get to have freedom anymore?]

[But I just wanna be a salted fish...]

Salted fish? Mo Zhengtian didn't really get what that meant.

Even though he didn't understand "salted fish," judging by his daughter's expression, she probably wasn't too thrilled.

"If you don't like it..." Mo Zhengtian started to say something, but Mo Keyu cut him off.

"No, Dad, I'm really happy. I'm old enough to learn something useful and help you out."

Mo Keyu said, finally deciding to go where the money was.

She needed to keep that money tightly in her own hands. As long as she could get her hands on the Mo family's nearly ten billion fortune, being the chairman didn't sound so bad!

Seeing his one and only daughter being so sensible, he finally felt relieved.

After breakfast, Mo Zhengtian transferred five million to her bank card, saying it was for her to have fun today. Starting tomorrow, she'd be going to work with him.

Mo Keyu accepted the five million with tears in her eyes and ran outside to splurge like crazy.

Because starting tomorrow, she'd have to show up at the company by nine sharp—and for someone who liked to sleep in and then lie around a bit after waking up, that was pure torture!

First day of work, Mo Zhengtian didn't reveal her identity. He wanted Mo Keyu to start as a regular employee and get to know the company better.

To help cover up her identity, he even had a few people around her age transferred from branch offices to headquarters.

Mo Keyu caught a lot of attention the moment she arrived—pale skin, pretty face, long legs, and suddenly transferred in.

"Ah, System, looks like Old Mo really wants to train me, huh? But do I have to actually come to work?" Mo Keyu grumbled, slacking off in the restroom.

Mo Zhengtian even planned out her whole day: working during the day, and in the evenings, he'd teach her how to read contracts.

Since it was just a life experience kind of thing, he placed Mo Keyu in a relatively chill department.

[Host, life is all about experiencing things.]

She hadn't even slacked off for long when her current supervisor started blowing up her phone:

"Hey, Zhao Keyu, where are you? The manager's looking for you."

"Oh, I'm coming." Mo Keyu walked out from the restroom and ran over to find her supervisor.

To avoid exposing her real identity, Old Mo had specially changed her last name. In the Mo Corporation, anyone with the surname "Mo" would immediately be suspected of having powerful connections—especially someone who got suddenly transferred in.

Mo Keyu ran into the supervisor's office. The guy was on the phone, beer belly stretching his shirt, and the room was filled with stale cigarette smoke.

When he saw Zhao Keyu come in, he raised his voice on purpose and bragged loudly into the phone. After finishing the call, he finally turned his gaze to Mo Keyu.

His undisguised stare made her feel kind of gross.

"Zhao Keyu, first day at HQ, settling in okay?" he asked, his eyes practically squinting shut.

Mo Keyu didn't flinch and answered confidently, "It's fine."

"What does your family do?" he kept digging. Supervisors loved to gossip about their employees' backgrounds.

That one caught Mo Keyu off guard.

[Shit, I can't let him find out who I really am.]

"My family's in busin—" Mo Keyu suddenly had a flash of genius. "Oh no, I mean, we run a shop that sells pancakes."

If she said someone in her family was a senior exec, it would definitely raise suspicions. Her dad had sent her to start at the bottom to help her see the company from a different angle—regular employees often saw more problems than top brass did.

Besides, having a shop in Shanghai wasn't exactly poor, just not on the same level as families running huge businesses or working in government. As for saying they sold pancakes—that was just because she figured a guy like her dad must be great at selling pipe dreams.

Manager He raised an eyebrow. "Pancakes?"

Seeing how good-looking she was, he figured she probably used some kind of backdoor.

His gaze got more and more sleazy.

[Why didn't you say chili sauce?]

[Because that'd be too obvious. Everyone knows about Mo Corporation's chili sauce.]

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