The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 42

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Mo Keyu even showed the invitation to Li Pingwei, who immediately turned serious. "That's a Jia Shen Entertainment manager. If a manager from another company is reaching out to you, that's probably not a good sign. Think about whether you've pissed anyone off recently."

"No? I just bought a few trending spots. Oh, and you know, I agreed to that endorsement this morning."

"Then it might be about that. Endorsements go to whoever signs first, and you can always refuse, but you don't want to offend Jia Shen Entertainment. You know who's backing them—the Shen family."

"...Ah."

Jia Shen Entertainment... the Shen family... the same ones who blacklisted international film star Wei overnight...

That Wei Nan guy totally had it coming, but still—the Shen family was absolutely not to be messed with. Don't be fooled by Young Master Shen's usual friendly vibe. If you crossed him, your little operation might get swallowed whole before you even knew what happened.

"Guess I'd better go, then," Mo Keyu said helplessly. At the very least, they could talk it out.

That afternoon, Mo Keyu had her driver take her over to Jia Shen Entertainment.

Compared to Baozi Entertainment, Jia Shen had an entire luxury building designed just for them. Crowds loitered outside every day, and there were more bodyguards than you could count.

"Damn, look at the size of this company," Mo Keyu couldn't help but mutter in awe. This was what a real big company looked like.

She'd originally planned to bring Li Pingwei along, but the guy had something come up last minute, so she ended up going alone.

She looked stunning and was dressed head to toe in the latest designer brands, striding in like she owned the place. People even asked her if she was a celebrity.

The bodyguards were on high alert too—when they saw a pretty girl getting surrounded, they immediately stepped in to clear the way.

"Hi, Director Liu from your company invited me," Mo Keyu said at the main entrance, showing them the message from him.

The guards let her through without a hitch.

Once inside the building, Mo Keyu messaged the agent of the celebrity she was supposed to meet—several times. The reply finally came: they'd just finished filming a commercial and were heading over.

So, with no other option, Mo Keyu sat down on the lobby couch to wait.

Employees were rushing around with stressed-out looks on their faces, and the floors were polished to the point of being reflective. Apparently, someone important was coming for an inspection.

She sat there, her stomach growling—she'd come straight over after work, thinking this meeting would be quick. Instead, here she was waiting around in their territory.

The sound of footsteps around her kept growing louder. A whole group of people in suits passed through the lobby.

[They didn't even show up early for their own appointment. Ever heard of professionalism, Jia Shen Entertainment?]

[Seriously trying to intimidate me with the Shen family's name? Aaaaagh, the nerve—ugh, not like I can do anything about it now.]

[Ahem. Just wait till I get powerful. Jia Shen Entertainment, we are not done.]

[I'm a CEO, damn it. Shouldn't this trash company treat a fellow CEO with at least a bit of respect?]

[I'm starving. I'm gonna die from hunger.]

Mo Keyu slouched on the couch, her heart full of rage and complaints.

The footsteps in the lobby gradually came to a halt. Everyone started glancing at each other.

Who had just been trash-talking the company?

The very first person to stop walking was the man at the very front of the group. Seemed like even the president had heard it.

Whoever said that... was dead meat.

Someone next to him immediately tried to make a move, full of fake loyalty, just one second away from dragging out the complainer and giving them a full-blown lecture. "President Shen, I'll go find that person right—"

The man casually raised his hand, and that person shut up immediately.

The man in front wore a perfectly tailored suit. He headed straight for the red couch in the lobby—right toward the girl lying there, who was currently holding her phone up to her face reading the news, completely unaware of what was going on.

"Miss Mo, what brings you here?"

A deep, smooth, magnetic voice spoke right behind her, making Mo Keyu flinch so hard that her phone slipped out of her hand and smacked her straight in the face.

"Ow!" she yelped, sitting up quickly. She was just about to say something, but the second she saw who it was, she completely froze.

"Sh-Shen Mingli?"

Mo Keyu was super nervous at the time—this was someone who'd straight-up blacklisted a Best Actor winner before. The Yans had been drilling it into her head nonstop: do not mess with this guy.

And on top of that, she was here to fight for the endorsement deal... competing against Shen Mingli's company, no less.

No matter how chill Young Master Shen looked on the surface...

Back at the dinner party, hadn't Shen Mingli sat with Wei Ping and acted all friendly? And look how that turned out...

[Aaaaaah, I'm gonna piss off the Shen family.]

[If I do that, how the hell am I supposed to make money in this industry ever again?]

[Should I just bail now? Make up some excuse and dip? Yeah, let's go with that.]

Shen Mingli raised an eyebrow slightly. Seeing Mo Keyu looking like she wanted to speak but kept hesitating—and her whole mental state clearly a mess—he spoke first:

"You're here for something, Miss Mo?"

"I—I'm not, really," Mo Keyu said, eyes darting around.

Right then, two people walked in from the door. One of them had sunglasses and a mask on, wrapped up tight from head to toe, and was loudly complaining about the day's photographer as they walked in.

"Oh right, that guy from Guogai Entertainment is already at the company, right? I swear I'm taking this endorsement back."

"It's Baozi Entertainment..." the manager followed behind, arms full of bags.

"Hey, don't you think the vibe's a little off? Like, it's been weird since we stepped in..." He was about to say quiet, but then he looked up and saw the group of people standing up ahead.

The man standing in front had a cold, deadpan expression locked onto him.

The manager froze. Pei Zhengming instantly chickened out. "P-President Shen..."

He yanked off his sunglasses and mask in a flash, dashed forward, and bowed with an awkward grin. "Hello, President Shen."

Shen Mingli responded with a quiet, flat "Mm."

And then Pei Zhengming heard someone whisper nearby:

[That's Pei Zhengming? No way, Wu Xiaotian looks better.]

[Wu Xiaotian might not have the same vibe, but damn he's actually handsome. Man's got that masculine charm.]

[Pei Zhengming looks like he'd fold from a single punch. Can't believe how easy it is to survive in showbiz these days.]

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