The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 44

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Those eyes were so pretty, Mo Keyu couldn't help but start daydreaming:

[Do all the Shen men just radiate tragic romance energy or something? Just making eye contact with him and I'm out here picturing a whole fantasy love story.]

[Seriously, this is wild.]

[Wait—are his parents like, genuinely in love? That's... kind of amazing. No drama even at their level.]

[My own dad's just out here collecting affairs like Pokémon.]

[No wonder Zhang Xiaoli got duped so easily. She probably grew up thinking her whole world was full of perfect couples.]

Every time that voice popped up, it felt like she was talking to something else.

That something... was probably called the system?

Shen Mingli glanced toward the staff nearby. They didn't react at all.

Thinking back to that business dinner with the Mo family—his senior execs, Director Lin who came with her—some of them had worn odd expressions from time to time. So maybe... hearing her thoughts came with certain conditions.

"President Shen, aren't you eating?" Mo Keyu asked quietly.

"I already had dinner earlier," Shen Mingli said. His eyes, still ridiculously pretty, stayed fixed on her—making Mo Keyu feel even more awkward.

[Ahhh why is he just sitting there watching me eat?! Now the food suddenly tastes kind of bland.]

[This is terrifying. He's probably around my age, right? So why does he feel like an emperor already?]

[The aura. The alpha energy. The boss-level pressure!]

[Whatever, I'm going back to eating gossip. System, gimme some drama.]

[Wish someone else was here to eat with us. This feels like a date and it's so awkward.]

[No no no, even my dad is scared of Shen Mingli. Who am I to be having romantic thoughts right now?]

...

While Mo Keyu was busy roasting herself internally and her hand trembled slightly as she picked at her food, Shen Mingli gestured to one of the staff nearby.

The employee walked over and bent down.

Shen Mingli whispered something into his ear. The staffer nodded, then hurried out of the room.

Not long after, a few more people showed up at the door—it was Pei Zhengming and his manager.

"P-President Shen," Pei Zhengming stammered.

He didn't even dare to look directly at Shen Mingli. His eyes locked onto Mo Keyu, who was still sitting there eating.

This woman actually knew their President Shen?!
And he personally invited her to dinner?!
In the company's private executive dining room, no less?!

As for why he had been summoned here—he didn't even need to guess. It had to be because of this boss from Momo Entertainment.

Endorsements like this weren't something worth bothering President Shen over. What people in the industry saw as huge—things like brand deals, popularity rankings—meant nothing in front of someone like him.

And this woman... this woman had actually gone straight to President Shen over something like that?

What a shady, manipulative woman!

Pei Zhengming grew more and more convinced that his future was pitch-black, like he was about to end up just like Wei Nan.

"Sit down," Shen Mingli said to him, his voice carrying a new chill. "You just got back, haven't eaten yet, right?"

"N-no, no, I'm good, President Shen. I'm not hungry."

Pei Zhengming's face was pale. His manager quickly chimed in, "Right, Xiao Pei just grabbed a bite on the way here."

Shen Mingli leaned lazily back in his seat, eyes locked on them, with no intention of letting them go.

"Sit." His tone left no room for argument.

They both knew there was no getting out of this.

"W-well, since it's President Shen's kind invitation, I-I won't stand on ceremony then..."

Pei Zhengming sat down stiffly like his tongue had tied itself in a knot. His manager stood behind him and only just realized she'd messed up—she'd backed up his lie.

Word was, the Shen family hated dishonesty the most, and nothing ever got past Shen Mingli.

[Why'd Pei Zhengming suddenly start stuttering?]

[Lol, hilarious. When have you ever seen a company artist look worse than their CEO?]

Pei Zhengming's face went through a whole range of expressions. He looked around like he was trying to find where the voice came from.

"Did you guys hear that..." He didn't even get to finish before Shen Mingli cut him off:

"You had a sponsorship recently, didn't you?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah—well, no, not really," Pei Zhengming fumbled. "At first it looked like a done deal, but then the brand ended up picking someone else."

"Someone else?"

Shen Mingli's gaze instinctively shifted to Mo Keyu.

[It's over it's over it's over, he's gonna figure it out.]

[If Pei Zhengming twists the story and says I snatched the deal from him, I'm screwed.]

[Is my career seriously gonna die before it even starts? Am I destined to go home and sell chili sauce now? No way!]

"It was an artist from Baozi Entertainment. The brand seemed interested in one of their artists, Golden Wolf."

Pei Zhengming answered honestly.

"President Shen, we honestly had no idea your company had already been in talks with the brand. When we got the offer, we just said yes,"

Mo Keyu rushed to explain, even setting aside her chicken drumstick mid-bite.

"If we'd known it was your company, we absolutely wouldn't have accepted."

Shen Mingli didn't get mad. He just stayed quiet for a few seconds, then poured her a glass of coconut juice:

"If the brand chose yours, then you didn't do anything wrong. Even if Jia Shen Entertainment had reached an agreement, if there's no contract signed, it's not official."

Did he just... defend her?

Mo Keyu was a little stunned. Pei Zhengming was still technically one of his own artists, while she, at best, was a competitor.

"We really didn't sign the contract, but everything was basically settled back then..."

Pei Zhengming still didn't get what President Shen was implying and tried to push back a little. After all, this sponsorship didn't come through normal channels—he'd already talked to someone on the inside.

That person was basically a senior figure in the brand, and anything they promised would definitely happen.

"The brand picks who they want. No point arguing over it," Shen Mingli said, shooting Pei Zhengming a cold look.

Hearing that, Pei Zhengming finally realized—this deal was 100% dead.

Not to mention, Sister Wang, the one who'd promised him the deal, hadn't been in touch for days now. Who knew what was going on inside their company?

Mo Keyu was still kind of in shock. Shen Mingli was... this nice? But wasn't he the guy people said chewed you up and spit out your bones?

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