The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 33

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The Mo family had invested in film and TV before, and the Yan family—who they were on good terms with—specialized in that space. The Yans had way more connections in showbiz. If she started her own company and just floated around a bit, it might actually work.

[Host, I suggest starting an entertainment company and training your own artists.]

"Oh? Since when do you like the entertainment industry?"

[I like watching drama unfold.]

...

The entertainment world nowadays wasn't like the old days. Most people who managed to gain a bit of fame came from wealthy families. Mo Keyu's dad actually knew the parents of some celebs, but since she'd rarely gone out to social events with him, hardly anyone knew her.

Out of all the powerful families she knew, she wasn't close to many—other than Yan Fangping. Even that Shen heir, who she'd only had two meals with, counted as one of the people she'd interacted with most in that circle.

After setting her sights on a target, Mo Keyu contacted Yan Fangping directly.

Yan Fangping warmly invited her over, saying he'd introduce her to his daughter, Yan Yueqian.

Mo Keyu had heard her dad talk about the Yan family's eldest daughter so much that her ears were about to fall off. She'd never met her, but she already had a solid idea of what kind of person she was: a thirty-year-old powerhouse, company CEO, top university grad, and the brain behind countless major projects.

Every time her dad finished telling one of Yan Yueqian's success stories, he'd shoot her a meaningful look, then sigh and say:

"Forget it... forget it..."

Which only made Mo Keyu more curious to meet this classic "someone else's kid"!

"Hey, Dad, I just landed. Where's the guy you sent to pick me up?"

At the airport, a tall, broad-shouldered figure was walking while talking on the phone. Long brown hair draped over both sides, a stud in each earlobe, and despite wearing a simple outfit, the look screamed attitude.

"Yeah yeah, I graduated already, everything went smoothly. Don't worry, I didn't pick up any bad habits. Just grew my hair out, got a perm, added some earrings, a few tattoos..."

"Dad, it's no big deal. Come on, don't try to hold me down with all that traditional crap. Oh, right, I'll give my sister a call too."

The person hung up and immediately dialed another number. The phone rang a few times before it was picked up:

"Hey, sister, I'm back."

"What? Dad actually invited someone else to our family dinner?"

"She's only three years older than me?!"

"He's been paying extra attention to this girl lately? Even asked you to look out for her? Come on, sis, this is clearly him trying to find us a new stepmom!"

"So Second Brother's obsession with love is inherited from Dad, huh? Dude's not even young anymore and still wants to stir up drama."

"Tch, I'd never turn into a love-brained idiot. Not in this lifetime. I don't even have a girlfriend."

As he walked, he was suddenly stopped by a few burly foreign guys trying to hit on him.

Instantly annoyed, he hung up and cussed them out:

"Do I look gay to you? I'm a real man! ***"

After being thoroughly cursed out, the guys had no choice but to leave.

Not long after, a group of men in suits came walking toward him. They approached and gave a respectful bow.

"Mr. Yan, the chairman sent us to pick you up."

He gave them a quick once-over, then casually tossed them his suitcase and said lazily, "Let's go."

"Yes, Mr. Yan."

Mo Keyu arrived at the Yan family's house—it was noticeably bigger than her own.

Mo Zhengtian had something come up last minute, and since Uncle Yan had been so warm and welcoming, she ended up coming alone.

Just as she got out of the car, a sleek black luxury car pulled up behind hers. A man in a suit stepped out from the passenger side and went to open the back door. A proud-looking guy stepped out, his gaze landing on the red luxury car in front.

Mo Keyu just so happened to lock eyes with the man from the car behind her.

[Third Young Master of the Yan family, Yan Xuan, recently returned from studying abroad.]

A system notification chimed in her ears. Mo Keyu gave a quiet "oh" and walked straight into the Yan residence.

Yan Xuan hadn't even processed what just happened. He'd just been totally ignored? She didn't even say hi?

As soon as Mo Keyu stepped inside, she was greeted with the Yan family's enthusiastic hospitality. One reason Yan Fangping was so cheerful was because he had just received a message from his second son, admitting fault.

"Keyu, the food's already prepared. Today I'll introduce you to my eldest daughter and youngest son," Yan Fangping said, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Okay, Uncle Yan," Mo Keyu replied politely.

Her main goal today was to ask the Yan family for advice on starting a profitable entertainment company.

Mo Keyu had just gone upstairs when the third Yan son burst in:

"Dad, I'm home."

Yan Fangping hadn't seen Yan Xuan in a long time and pulled him into a one-armed hug. "You've grown again at this age? You're taller than before."

"It's all that meat and seafood I had abroad. Oh, by the way, Dad, who was that just now?" he asked, sounding a little guarded.

"That's your Uncle Mo's daughter, Mo Keyu."

"Oh~ I thought you were trying to set me up with a new stepmom," he blurted out, only to get a sharp glare from Yan Fangping the next second. "Stepmom? What's going on in that head of yours all the time?"

Yan Xuan gave an awkward laugh. "Sorry, Dad. It's just... with everything going on at home lately."

"Go say hi to your Sister Mo."

Yan Fangping told him, and Yan Xuan immediately dashed upstairs. He'd met Mo Keyu a couple times before, but they didn't have any strong impression of each other—if they passed on the street, they probably wouldn't even recognize one another.

He'd heard the Mo family only had one daughter left, and the second daughter wasn't even biologically theirs. Uncle Mo's situation had been a huge scandal—he'd hounded his second brother for details back then.

Mo Keyu was sitting at the table. Yan Xuan's hair was a little windblown from the ride, but he walked right up to greet her.

"Hey, Sister Mo."

"Hi," Mo Keyu replied.

And then, silence fell between them.

Yan Xuan found a seat and sat down, unable to stop himself from glancing over at Mo Keyu. Gotta say, this Sister Mo was really good-looking—fair skin like porcelain, delicate features... even random passersby would definitely do a double take.

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