The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 30

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Mo Zhengtian stood nearby. He could always sense that his daughter seemed to be talking to something. A lot of shocking info had come out of those "conversations."

But she didn't seem to know he could hear it.

Ideas for making quick cash started flashing through Mo Keyu's mind. These days, the real money was in the internet or entertainment industries. Her dad had a ton of connections, and the family already had investments in those areas—perfect for her to tap into.

"Oh right, there's a meeting tonight about a collaboration project with the Shen Group. Keyu, go with Uncle Lin on my behalf. Learn as much as you can," said Mo Zhengtian. "It's about time you made your debut in the business world."

"...Okay," Mo Keyu replied lifelessly.

"The business world is like a battlefield. One missed detail in a contract could lead to a huge loss. Keyu, you need to keep a close eye with your Uncle Lin."

"Got it, Dad..."

After Mo Zhengtian left, Mo Keyu got to work. The system wasn't just good for gossip—it also worked like a hyper-accurate browser. Her work efficiency skyrocketed. She wrapped everything up by midday, had lunch, and even got to spend the afternoon relaxing in the massage room.

That evening, Mo Keyu followed Uncle Lin from the company to a fancy restaurant.

Since it was the Shen family's business, they showed up half an hour early to the meeting spot.

But when they saw who had come from the Shen Group, even the usually composed second-in-command, Uncle Lin, looked a little shocked.

Didn't expect the eldest young master of the Shen family to show up in person. For the Mo family, this was a major project, but for the Shen family, it was just another regular partnership—normally they'd just send some manager or supervisor over, no need for such a big deal.

Mo Keyu, who had just been promoted to a higher position in the company, also didn't get why Uncle Lin was suddenly acting so nervous.

Besides, she had met Shen Mingli before. Seeing him again didn't surprise her. The guy was clean-cut, just had a little too much family drama.

Shen Mingli had a few people with him. The moment he stepped inside, the whole room instantly turned serious. Uncle Lin stood up right away to greet him, his expression even looking a bit stiff.

Shen Mingli wasn't actually that much older than Mo Keyu, but somehow, he had this unapproachable aura that made people instinctively back off.

[Eh? Why is everyone so quiet all of a sudden?]

Mo Keyu had been on one or two business meetings with Uncle Lin before, but never had the vibe been this weird.

She was the only one in the room who didn't get what was going on. Compared to the Shen family, the Mo family really was like a little firecracker next to a firework show.

Shen Mingli glanced at her briefly. Uncle Lin gave her a little tug, signaling her to stand up as a show of respect.

[Why is Uncle Lin's palm sweating?]

[His forehead's drenched too. Do Shen family members come with built-in intimidation? Is Uncle Lin actually scared?]

[LOL but Uncle Lin's over fifty, why would he be afraid of some twenty-something guy?]

[Wait—is this that legendary "king's aura" or whatever?!]

Mo Keyu stared at the group on the other side with her big, innocent eyes. Suddenly, someone over there seemed to let out a soft laugh, but it vanished in less than half a second. That person even snuck a guilty glance at Shen Mingli.

Shen Mingli was the first to speak. "No need to be formal. Sit."

"President Shen, please have a seat first."

Uncle Lin was nothing but respectful, not daring to show the slightest bit of sloppiness.

Shen Mingli took a few long strides to the table—his long legs and perfect proportions instantly left everyone else in the dust.

[Whoa, those legs!]

Shen Mingli casually glanced at the menu. The moment that voice popped up, everyone else froze. Uncle Lin nearly dropped his bowl. 'Even if you're thinking it, can't you act a little more reserved? God knows if someone else heard that voice too.'

Mo Keyu's eyes were practically sparkling. Last time they'd had dinner, she'd been too busy eavesdropping on drama to properly admire the eye candy.

Today he wore tailored suit pants that made his legs look even longer. The employees who followed behind him were tall too, but their proportions were just average. Standing next to this rich young master, they looked downright tragic.

And yet, that voice didn't stop—there were more now:

[I'm hiring my next assistant based on this standard. Rich is one thing, but rich and hot? How's the rest of us supposed to compete?]

[Ughhh, last time I was too busy with gossip to appreciate the eye candy. When surrounded by regular people, he looks even hotter.]

[I feel so personally attacked. How can someone be this good-looking AND rich—and not even a player?!]

...

"Ahem!"

Uncle Lin let out a loud cough. Mo Keyu turned to look at him, confused.

That voice immediately cut off.

"What do you all like to eat?" Shen Mingli looked up slightly and asked.

"It mainly depends on what you like, President Shen. We're good with anything," Uncle Lin said with a flattering smile.

Since Uncle Lin was being like that, Mo Keyu knew it definitely wasn't the right time to be casual, so she echoed, "Anything's fine."

[Man, I really wanna eat stuffed prawns, spicy century eggs, crispy roast duck, golden velvet cakes, roasted pigeon, tender yellow croaker soup, and garlic oysters.]

[If only there were some beer to go with it—that'd hit the spot.]

[For everyday stuff, a couple of homey dishes like potatoes, eggplant, Chinese yam, and cucumber with cilantro would be more realistic.]

[I wonder if Shen Mingli likes that kind of food too? If he does, I might actually get to eat stuff I like.]

[Ugh, I hate dry food the most, especially dried fish and those pan-fried tiny shrimp.]

[Forget it, someone else is ordering anyway—whatever they order, I'll eat. It's a fancy restaurant, the food can't be that bad.]

Mo Keyu stared intently at the menu in Shen Mingli's hand. He was sitting across from her, so she could only see the cover of the menu booklet.

His long, slender fingers were holding the menu up, and his other hand was quickly sketching checkmarks with a pen.

[Wait, this rich young master doesn't even think before ordering?]

[But I guess that makes sense. He probably comes here all the time—ordering must be muscle memory by now.]

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