The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 23

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After she left, the others started panicking a bit. "What do we do, Brother Wang? She totally heard everything we said."

"It's fine. It's not like we were saying anything bad. I doubt Zhao Keyu's brave enough to run her mouth."

"But didn't you hear her just now? She said the real rich girl is working among us as a regular employee. Doesn't that mean any new transfer could be Miss Mo?"

"Xiao Ya, you transferred in recently, didn't you? Are you hiding your real identity?" someone asked in mock seriousness.

"Oh come on, no way. I do have a rich relative, but that's it. And besides, my last name isn't even Mo."

"Right, none of the people who transferred in from the branch office have the last name Mo either."

"Seriously? You guys actually believe that pancake-seller?"

......

After work, Mo Keyu got home and changed out of the outfit she'd picked up from a street vendor near the office, and into a dress she'd recently bought at a luxury boutique.

The day before she started working, her dad had given her a few million just to have fun with. She bought a bunch of clothes—anything she liked, no matter the price. She spent all the money in a single day and even became a premium member at the luxury store.

When it came time to start work, she didn't want people treating her differently because of who she was, so she purposely bought a few outfits from stalls near the company and mixed and matched them for work.

After changing, her driver took her straight to a restaurant.

Mo Zhengtian was already seated in a private room, chatting with a man about the same age. When he saw Mo Keyu walk in, the man stood up. "Long time no see—this girl just keeps getting prettier."

"Hello, Uncle Yan," Mo Keyu greeted politely.

"Hey, have a seat!" The man beamed at her.

Mo Keyu got a good feeling about him—he seemed like someone trustworthy. Just then, the system suddenly spoke in her ear:

[Every family has its own hard-to-read scripture.]

Mo Keyu didn't respond to the system this time—she just followed Uncle Yan's warm greeting and sat down.

"Yan Hao, why are you staring at your phone and not even greeting your little sister?"

Sitting next to Yan Fangping was another man—handsome, obviously a rich young master. But even when someone entered, he didn't bother to lift his head. It wasn't until Yan Fangping called him several times that he impatiently glanced up at Mo Keyu.

"This is the Mo family's eldest daughter—you met her when you were little, so you could say you're old friends."

The young master from the Yan family gave a cold "oh."

"Don't be rude. Greet Miss Mo properly," Yan Fangping said.

The young master replied lazily, "Zhaozhao doesn't like me talking to other women."

"You—!" Yan Fangping's temper flared up immediately. "It's always Zhaozhao this, Zhaozhao that—I swear, you've completely lost your mind over her!"

"Old Yan, young people's business should be handled by young people," Mo Zhengtian stepped in as peacemaker. The two families had been close for years, and both had naturally thought about the idea of marriage ties. But since Yan Hao already had someone he liked, Mo Zhengtian hadn't brought it up again.

Just as the atmosphere was getting awkward, a confused voice suddenly echoed in everyone's ears:

[Huh? Young Master Yan's girlfriend is one of his company's artists? Never even heard of this name, Qi Zhao.]

Yan Hao, who had been all grumpy just a second ago, suddenly looked toward Mo Keyu. That voice just now—seemed like it came from her. He hadn't expected his dad to spill something like that in front of others.

Already annoyed at Yan Fangping over the whole Qi Zhao thing, Yan Hao's mood only got worse.

"Don't go around telling people about me and Zhaozhao," he said coldly.

Yan Fangping froze for a second. "I didn't even tell your Uncle Mo."

"It's rare for us to all meet like this—let's just enjoy the meal," Mo Keyu quickly stepped in, trying to ease the tension. "To me, Yan Hao is more like an older brother. That's all."

Right then and there, she had a flash of inspiration. Clearly, Yan Hao thought his dad had set up the dinner so he could meet some new woman. And since Yan Fangping didn't approve of his girlfriend, any other girl was bound to get shut down. That was why he acted so cold the moment he saw her.

But hearing what Mo Keyu said, Yan Hao didn't find her annoying anymore. She quietly took the seat next to Mo Zhengtian—making sure to keep far away from the grumpy young master.

"Sigh, this disappointing son of mine..." Yan Fangping sighed.

"Don't say that. Your son's incredible—he's so young and already made several big-name idols. You've gotta hand it to the younger generation," Mo Zhengtian said warmly. He'd watched Yan Hao grow up, and that was probably why the young man still listened when he spoke.

He even turned to remind Mo Keyu, "Keyu, you should learn from him."

Mo Keyu laughed and said, "Dad, I'll definitely work hard to sell our family's chili sauce!"

"Hahaha! Your daughter really is something else," Yan Fangping laughed heartily.

Yan Hao glanced over at Mo Keyu. He'd seen her before—quiet, barely spoke, voice as soft as a mosquito. But now she seemed more outgoing... and definitely sharper than before.

His guard toward Mo Keyu finally started to ease up. It was clear—she didn't have the slightest interest in him...

However, before he could fully let his guard down, that strange voice came again:

[Young Master Yan really doesn't need to treat me like the enemy. I'm not interested in him—I'm only interested in my money.]

[But seriously, after seeing so many people, this is the first time I've met a guy with a romance brain. Kinda rare.]

[Can't believe a CEO actually got played by a newly signed artist. In a novel that might be a fun plotline, but in real life? That's just dumb.]

[Thought she was one of those dream-chasing girls who aren't materialistic, but really... ha, how could anyone "accidentally" show up in front of his car and nearly get hit, twist her ankle and fall into his arms, and ask for an advance on her salary with a pitiful face...]

Yan Hao suddenly looked up, every word of that voice ringing clearly in his ears. But when he glanced at Mo Keyu, she wasn't even talking. There was no way he was just imagining it.

Mo Keyu was happily snacking when Mo Zhengtian suddenly bumped her elbow—hard enough that the mini pancake she'd just picked up fell onto the table.

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