The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 29

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Meanwhile, Mo Keyu had already stepped into the elevator—alone. Her eyes were locked on the floor indicator, waiting to see just how high this girl was going.

The numbers above the elevator doors climbed steadily:

2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...

As the digits increased, Xiao Ya's eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth subconsciously mouthing the numbers, heart pounding like crazy:

"11... 12... 13... 14... 15... 16... 17... wait—18?!"

"N-no way. It can't be... 18?!"

She was about to lose it. The 18th floor meant director-level—right under the executive suite. Above that was the CEO's office. And at the very top, the chairman.

The very same Zhao Keyu their entire team had secretly mocked behind her back had just gone straight from the second floor... to the eighteenth?!

"No way. This doesn't make any sense. Her surname is Zhao, not Mo. How could this be..."

And just like that, it finally clicked—what kind of person she had messed with.

Zhao... Mo... If she really was the heiress, creating a fake badge would be nothing. And come to think of it, had anyone ever actually seen her ID?

Xiao Ya had no idea how she made it back to the second floor. One moment she was staring at the elevator, the next she found herself standing outside the office, dizzy and dazed.

"Xiao Ya, you're late too?" Team Leader Wang glanced at the clock and asked, but didn't press her much—after all, they usually got along.

But Xiao Ya's face had gone ghost-white. She glanced at Team Leader Wang, then at the empty desk where Zhao Keyu used to sit. Her vision went black—and she fainted on the spot.

A few days later, everyone in the team—except one employee—was transferred to departments that were notorious for being overloaded with work, high-pressure, and severely understaffed.

Meanwhile, the floor's department head, Supervisor He, was found to be accepting bribes and possibly even engaging in illegal activities. He was fired on the spot and would be fined and detained.

And the one employee who remained from the original team?

She was transferred straight from the second floor... to the eighteenth.

Mo Keyu sat in her private office, feeling like the only thing missing was a personal assistant.

Maybe she could ask her dad to hire her a hot male secretary. That didn't sound like a bad idea at all.

The 18th floor was basically a luxury zone—it had a gym, pool, café, and even a library. Not many people worked there, but those who did were all top-level executives. The social circle was completely different.

Within a day, news that Miss Mo, the heiress, had arrived at HQ spread like wildfire.

All eyes were on her now—wherever she walked, people greeted her with nods and bows. It was a bit overwhelming at first; she still wasn't used to the change.

So yeah, the "hot male secretary" plan would have to be put on hold. For now, she had to focus on establishing herself as a capable future successor.

"Keyu, how's it going with learning from Uncle Lin lately?" Mo Zhengtian asked as he popped into her office—just two floors down now, super convenient.

Other employees often saw the chairman himself making visits, and that was enough proof: the heiress spot was hers and hers alone.

"It's... alright." She sounded a little tired, eyes on the mountain of paperwork in front of her, feeling utterly lifeless.

[Is being a boss always this exhausting? Aaaaah! All the other execs have assistants—I want a secretary too!]

[I want a hot male secretary—at least 180 cm, eight-pack abs, long legs! Aaaaah! Dad, when are you gonna get me one?!]

Mo Zhengtian's mouth twitched.

"Keyu, learning to manage is just the start—you've got to take the reins yourself eventually. Look at your Uncle Yan's daughter, Yan Yueqian—she built her own company from scratch and raked in billions within a few years."

"A business doesn't make money easily, and growing it takes real skills. You're my daughter too—there's no reason you can't do the same..." he said, launching into one of his classic pep talks.

[Ahhhhhhh, I wanna give up and rot, I just wanna be a happy little salted fish! Let me be the silly rich kid who lies flat all day!]

[Dad, even if we just keep things the way they are, we're still rich for life. But what if I start a business and it crashes and burns? That'd be a disaster!]

[Can't believe at this age I'm still being lectured with "look at so-and-so's kid" stories, ughhh...]

Mo Keyu screamed internally, loud enough in her own head that Mo Zhengtian squinted one eye at her suspiciously.

"Dad, Sister Yueqian is pretty great. I really should learn more from her." Mo Keyu forced a smile.

Even though all parents wanted their kids to be healthy, every time he stood next to his longtime friend and saw someone else's child fighting on the battlefield while his own was still at home calling him "dad," he couldn't help feeling a little defeated.

At their age, it was all about comparing their kids.

"Keyu, you still need to go through more life experience. The chairman position will definitely be yours in the future. Before that, I'll give you some funding."

"Huh?" Mo Keyu had a bad feeling about this.

"Start your own company. Get a taste of real life."

[Ughhh, seriously? At my age, I still have to be a tiger cub in training?]

[Did Dad get triggered or something? I mean yeah, some second and third gens are amazing, but I'm not that bad either, right?]

"Dad, do we really have to do this?" Mo Keyu tried to talk him out of it.

"Keyu, just think of it as a life trial. If you succeed, I'll be proud. If you fail, it's fine too—just chalk it up as life experience. It'll enrich your journey. Even if you hit a crisis someday, the things you've learned will stay in your head. The experience you buy with millions or even billions is something no one can take away from you..."

Mo Zhengtian spoke with conviction. Mo Keyu knew her dad had made up his mind, so she didn't have a choice. At least if she failed, the family could still back her up.

"All right then," Mo Keyu sighed. "Let's start with a small goal—earn a hundred million."

[Pfft—] The system's mocking laugh echoed in her ears.

"Nice, nice, I like the motivation!" Mo Zhengtian's face relaxed. Hearing that made him genuinely pleased.

[Why are you laughing? Is making a hundred million really that hard? Okay yeah, it might be tough short-term, but I believe with my genius brain, I'll rake in serious cash!]

[Oh.]

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