The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 35

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She stared at the messages, the sweet words on screen clashing with the voice in her head. There was no way she could pretend not to be suspicious.

—Sister Yueqian, I really miss you. I wish you could come over.
—But your family gathering's more important.

He sent another message. It was basically the same as the last.

Yan Yueqian had already told the guy she couldn't make it—she always kept her word. If she said she wasn't coming, then she wasn't coming. The guy knew that perfectly well.

"Keyu, eat, eat," Yan Fangping said. He had no idea what Yueqian was doing on her phone. From what he could pick up from Mo Keyu's voice, she seemed to be handling something, but Yueqian never really let him get involved in her personal matters anyway.

"Thank you, Uncle Yan," Mo Keyu said, holding out her bowl toward him. Yan Fangping personally served her some soup.

Right after that, Yan Xuan held out his own bowl too—but Yan Fangping didn't see it. He was somehow... completely ignored.

"Dad, me too!" Yan Xuan called out from the side.

Suddenly, Yueqian, who had been quietly looking at her phone, stood up with a sharp movement. Her hand accidentally bumped the edge of the table, making the whole thing shake slightly.

Everyone turned to look at her.

"I've got something to take care of. I need to head out for a bit," she said, casting a complicated look in Mo Keyu's direction before turning and walking out.

[Wait—is she going to catch him cheating?!]

Mo Keyu took a bite of the chicken leg in her bowl.

[But that pretty boy is so weak, he probably can't even perform anyway.]

[Oh, right... even so, finding out someone you finally liked is betraying you still hurts.]

Yan Fangping and Yan Xuan exchanged meaningful glances as they looked toward the door.

"Dad, what's going on? I think I heard..." Yan Xuan started to say something about hearing thoughts, but was immediately cut off.

"Since your sister's coming back later, let's slow down and eat," Yan Fangping said, dropping a big chicken leg into Yan Xuan's bowl. "Eat, eat. Keyu, I'll have Yan Xuan take you out for a walk later. As for the entertainment company, I'll have a proper talk with Yueqian about it afterward."

"Okay. Thank you, Uncle Yan."

Yan Xuan could tell there was no room for him to say anything now—he'd just have to wait until his sister came back. Judging by the way she reacted earlier, she must be able to hear those strange voices too, just like him.

Yan Yueqian sped all the way to her newly purchased luxury apartment.

She had so many properties that giving one away for someone to live in wasn't a big deal—especially when that someone was a young man she happened to like a lot.

She hurried down the corridor to the apartment. As she neared the door, her steps quieted. After silencing her phone, she gently pushed the door open.

Classical piano music was playing in the living room, and from inside came the sound of a man and woman laughing and playing around.

Yan Yueqian's face instantly darkened. She slowly walked in—her charming little pretty boy was currently cuddling with a flashy-dressed girl in his arms, the two of them giggling like nothing in the world could touch them.

"Brother Hao, do you think there are cameras in your room? Are we really okay doing this here?" the girl suddenly asked nervously.

The pretty boy looked handsome, but his tone was greasy as hell. "No way. I already checked. That old woman is totally head over heels for me right now—she already gave me a car. I'm guessing she'll give me this apartment too."

"But are rich people really this dumb?" the girl still looked uneasy.

"Of course," he said, then started cursing. "Remember that news headline a while ago? It was about Second Young Master Yan getting totally scammed. That Qi Zhao chick—I used to see her in nightclubs all the time. I know exactly what she's like. And that dumbass Yan Hao got played so hard he even got kicked out of his house."

To show how well-informed he was, he used all kinds of exaggerated phrases to sound important. Compared to how he acted in front of Yan Yueqian, he was like a whole different person.

The girl was pretty slick too. She patted his firm chest and giggled, "Aiya, Brother Hao, you're amazing~"

"But Brother Hao, what if she comes back?" she asked.

"If she does, she'll definitely tell me ahead of time. If that happens, you'll just have to hide somewhere. But don't worry, I won't let you be treated badly in the future," he said.

Even as he said that, a weird unease started creeping over him. It suddenly felt colder in the room.

The girl finally relaxed and leaned against his chest.

The two were lying on the couch. Just as the girl turned on her side and opened her eyes, she suddenly saw a terrifying face staring back at her.

"Aaahhhhhhh!"

She screamed uncontrollably, scaring the man beside her half to death.

They both jumped up from the couch. Standing next to them was a woman in a tailored business outfit, her eyes cold and sharp, like she could kill someone.

"Sis-siter Qian, y-you... when did you get here?" he stammered, eyes wide, words tumbling out of his mouth.

Yan Yueqian gave him a cold glance, then looked past him to the woman hiding behind him. "You sure you wanna mess with my duck?"

The other woman was completely crushed by her aura and had no idea how to respond.

"Heh," Yan Yueqian let out a sharp laugh. "He can't even get it up. The money's not his either. You'll get nothing from him, and he'll just drag you down."

That woman had never gone up against someone like this before. Yan Yueqian was from a wealthy family and a corporate executive. Just locking eyes with her made her feel suffocated by pressure.

With a loud thud, the girl dropped to the floor. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to go after your man—no, I mean your duck! He came onto me first! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"Xiao Mei... wait—how do you even know I can't do it?" the pretty boy froze, a chill running down his spine as he stared at the woman in front of him, like realizing for the first time that there was a gulf between them he could never cross. He had been in her control this whole time.

"You." She looked down at the girl on the floor and said one word.

"Get out."

The woman scrambled to grab her bag and bolted, leaving behind just the musclebound pretty boy.

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