The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 15

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Back in the day, the Mo family made their fortune selling chili sauce. Mo's Chili Sauce was a nationally beloved food brand. Later, the Mo family business kept growing, investing in and branching out into internet, electronic info, and entertainment.

"How many people are in your family?" he asked, lighting a cigarette from the desk.

"Two. Just me and my dad."

Alright, so it was just a father and daughter relying on each other.

Sometimes, this world didn't reward you just for being strong and independent—especially not in the workplace.

The smell of smoke in the office kept getting stronger. Mo Keyu coughed a few times, but Manager He kept puffing away like she wasn't even there.

[This old guy must be addicted to smoking.]

"Keyu, got a boyfriend?" he kept going.

"No," she replied.

[Damn, this greasy old dude is doing a background check or what.]

[Dad told me to do a good job, I have to hold it in.]

[The smoke's way too strong. Can't he tell there's someone else in the room?]

Mo Keyu kept smiling on the surface but was silently roasting him like crazy in her head.

Suddenly, Manager He choked on his cigarette and started coughing so hard his whole body shook, his face turning red from lack of air.

It felt like... someone had just cursed him?

The more he coughed, the louder the laughter in his head got. It didn't quiet down until he finally stopped choking.

He was about to light up another smoke, but the creepy laughing echoing in his brain made him stop and put the cigarette aside.

He forced a smile. "Keyu, how about this—you come to dinner with me and some other execs after work. You're so pretty, and you don't have a boyfriend. It's a good chance to build some connections."

["Networking dinner"? More like booze-and-grope night, huh?!]

[Ughhh, I just got here and I'm already dealing with this crap.]

[After work means after work! I'm not clocking in for overtime!]

"Uh, I'm not going," Mo Keyu said, her tone turning firm.

Getting shut down like that, his face instantly dropped.

"You sure you don't want to rethink that? I only invited you."

[That's exactly why it's shady. Dad's company should at least screen their employees a bit better.]

"No. I have something to do at home this afternoon," Mo Keyu replied without hesitation.

"Selling pancakes at home's gonna make you how much? You stick with me, you'll move up fast. The money you'll make will be more than a lifetime of basic pay!" Manager He dropped the fake nice guy act instantly.

A rookie fresh out of school dared to reject him like this? Where'd she get that kind of confidence?

But even after seeing him get all aggressive, Mo Keyu didn't back down at all. She'd always had a strong personality. That friendly vibe earlier was totally an act. She didn't expect this sleazy dude to take it as a sign she was easy to mess with. If there was one thing she hated most, it was being pushed around.

"Manager He, I said I've got things to do at home, and I meant it." Mo Keyu was visibly annoyed now. She couldn't keep pretending.

Manager He's face turned dark as coal, but Zhao Keyu clearly wasn't someone to mess with. She was a full-time employee—he couldn't really force her even if he was pissed.

The atmosphere turned awkward. In the end, he just gave a couple dry coughs and said, "Fine, go back to work then."

Mo Keyu wasn't about to humor this guy. Working with her dad, painting those big-picture dreams, was way better than dealing with some creepy old man. No comparison at all.

As she walked off, she was going off in her head, roasting him nonstop—beer belly, turned against his own kid, deserves everything coming to him, karma's gonna get him, and so on and so on.

After she left, Manager He couldn't help rubbing his nearly bald head, face looking terrible.

He didn't even know what had just happened—those voices cursing him kept echoing in his brain.

Had he really done too many shady things and now ghosts were after him?

...

That afternoon, Mo Keyu got off work right on time.

The housekeeper had already prepared a big dinner for her. After eating, Mo Keyu went straight back to her room to play games.

Just as she was having fun, Mo Zhengtian called her:

"Keyu, I've got to work overtime today, I'll be home late."

"Okay, Dad!"

"By the way, tomorrow I'll take you to a dinner party. You should get to know more people."

"Sure~"

After a few quick words, they hung up. Mo Keyu put down her phone and complained to her system:

"Now that's what I call networking. That other dude just saw me as some girl to pour drinks."

"Ugh, looks like the company needs some cleaning up."

The next day, Mo Keyu showed up right on time again.

Something felt off today—her coworkers were giving her weird looks.

Groups that were chatting would cough and signal to each other to stop talking when they saw her coming.

Mo Keyu plopped down at her desk and focused on her work.

Tonight, she'd be attending a high-society party, filled with elites from all over and even a few superstars.

Mo Zhengtian had warned her not to hang around those playboy rich kids. He wanted her to learn from capable young professionals.

After finishing her work, Mo Keyu checked her phone and saw that Mo Zhengtian had sent her several photos, asking her to pick a gown for the event tonight.

While she was happily scrolling through dress options, someone knocked on her desk.

It was the team leader from her group, chin slightly raised, staring down at her:

"Done with work and already looking at your phone?"

"Oh, I was just replying to a message."

"There's a set of data that needs checking. Do it right now," they tossed a document on her desk, then added, "Don't even think about going to lunch until it's done."

[Excuse me, who says I can't eat?!]

"I already finished my tasks. I just replied to a quick message. Besides, checking data isn't even part of my job," Mo Keyu fired back without backing down. "Everyone should do their own work. Just because I'm fast doesn't mean you can dump extra work on me. If that's the case, shouldn't I be getting extra pay too?"

"You—!" the team lead didn't even bother hiding their annoyance and glared straight at her.

[You what? Tch. So many people around here slack off all day. Some even stretch out stuff they could've finished in the morning to look busy and still get praised. Why are you only coming after me?]

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