The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 43

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Pei Zhengming's face twitched. He was about to charge over and curse someone out—but who exactly was he supposed to go after?

Who the hell just said that? Nobody here even looked like their mouths had moved!

Shen Mingli turned to Mo Keyu. "Have you had dinner yet, Miss Mo?"

"Not yet," she blurted out—then instantly regretted it. They'd only met a few times; what she ate had nothing to do with him.

"Have something before you go," Shen Mingli said. His voice was soft, like a breeze brushing through willow branches—so gentle it was hard to say no.

Mo Keyu hesitated, but right then her stomach let out a huge growl. Like it was screaming to the world: I'm starving, people!

Someone in the back—probably a staff member—couldn't hold back a laugh, though they quickly shut up and nervously eyed President Shen's back, terrified of setting him off.

"I took a quick look around the company today. Nothing major came up, so you all can head back first," Shen Mingli said.

Shen Mingli turned to the people behind him and gave a simple command. The assistant standing by immediately caught on and cleared everyone out.

"Miss Mo, come with me."

He led Mo Keyu upstairs, leaving Pei Zhengming and his manager stuck awkwardly off to the side. They couldn't leave, but staying there felt weird too—they might as well have been invisible.

[Since it's Young Master Shen inviting me, how could I possibly say no?]

[So hungry, so hungry, so hungry—wait, didn't I come here for that endorsement thing?]

[Huh? How come those two didn't come up? Does the invite still count today or not?]

[Don't tell me Pei Zhengming chickened out. He was yelling earlier, and now he can't even squeak in front of their boss.]

Shen Mingli brought Mo Keyu to the company cafeteria. Dinner time had already passed, so most of the food had been cleared away.

He went straight into a private dining room—the kind reserved for top-level execs, with serious privacy.

The staff scrambled to greet them. Shen Mingli took off his jacket, loosened his tie, looking a bit tired. A faint trace of cologne hung in the air.

It was the first time Mo Keyu had seen this side of Shen Mingli—with that subtle weariness. He always came across like a guy in total control, so it was kinda... refreshing.

"Thank you, President Shen," she said quietly. Forget Pei Zhengming—even she didn't really dare to speak up in front of this man.

[Wow, I'm such a coward.]

Shen Mingli had already asked the kitchen to prepare some food. In the meantime, he had someone bring over some snacks.

"Have a little something first," he said.

"Okay."

Mo Keyu had been starving—like, actual stomach-touching-back levels of hungry. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw the snacks, and she stuffed a big bite in right away.

[The Shen family's young master is way too nice. So nice it doesn't even feel fake.]

[But anyone who's built a business this big must have some serious edge to them.]

[I'd better stay sharp—but so far, he seems decent.]

Shen Mingli paused slightly as he poured tea. The Mo family heiress was still on guard around him.

He didn't take it personally. If Xiaoli had half the sense Mo Keyu did, she wouldn't have been so easily tricked.

Besides, he owed Mo Keyu a thank-you for that thing that happened before.

He personally poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her. Mo Keyu's generation didn't care much for strict table manners—regardless of how high up someone's status was, she took it naturally.

That left the nearby server totally stunned.

'Who the hell is this girl, that Young Master Shen himself is pouring her tea?'

Neither Shen Mingli nor Mo Keyu seemed to care. It was the bystanders who were losing their minds.

Normally, when people came here for business, it was always them pouring tea for President Shen. Nobody had ever seen him do it himself.

Mo Keyu took the cup, thanked him, and used the tea to help swallow her snack.

"Miss Mo, what brings you to Jia Shen Entertainment today?" Shen Mingli asked.

"Oh, nothing much. Just something about an artist under our company."

"The Mo family has an entertainment company too?"

"I just started one recently," Mo Keyu answered honestly. Talking to someone on a whole other level made her automatically sit up straighter.

Shen Mingli let out a soft "Oh," his beautiful eyes glinting under the light in the room. The way the glow hit his face left Mo Keyu a little stunned.

'How can a guy's eyes look this good?'

[Forget Pei Zhengming—even our company's golden boy can't compete with this. He's not even on the same playing field as our CEO.]

[Now that I think about it... it'd kinda suck to give up this endorsement opportunity.]

[But Pei Zhengming is one of the Shen family's people, and Shen Mingli is right here. I can't just diss him to his face—that'd be straight-up picking a fight.]

[Guess I'll have to let go of this endorsement... sigh.]

[If it really ends up going to Pei Zhengming, honestly, I'd rather it go to someone else in the company. He...]

Right in the middle of Mo Keyu's silent rant, the cafeteria staff pushed the door open and brought in the food.

That mysterious voice instantly cut off. Shen Mingli frowned a little.

'Because... what?'

The dishes were made with whatever ingredients the company still had on hand—not as fancy or elaborate as what you'd get at a proper restaurant.

Mo Keyu wasn't picky at all, and she dug in like it was the best meal of her life.

She was a few bites in before she suddenly realized—

Shen Mingli hadn't even picked up his chopsticks yet.

A flash of panic hit her brain.

[He's the one who invited me, and I've just been munching away like a pig—how long now?]

[Sure, he's young, but with that serious aura, I bet his soul is already pushing fifty.]

She glanced up and caught Shen Mingli staring straight at her. Their eyes locked.

Even Shen Mingli looked a little caught off guard.

[Whoa... those eyes are kinda unreal.]

Mo Keyu quickly looked away, but her heart had fluttered just now—and she wasn't even sure why.

He had these incredibly captivating, fox-like eyes. Normally, eyes like that looked gentle and dreamy on someone.

But on him? They added to his charisma—sharp, intense, and impossibly deep. His pupils were pitch-black, like they had no bottom, and looking into them made you think twice before stepping out of line.

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