Chapter 27: Uncle, Please Let Me Cling to Your Thigh
After leaving Auntie Zhou’s house, Assistant Wu’s way of looking at Su Keke completely changed.
She still looked like a little rabbit—but how could this rabbit be that powerful?
“Uncle, I’m going to pass on a message for Xue Hui. You don’t need to come with me this time—I’ll be back really soon.”
No sooner had Su Keke finished speaking than she ran off, only to have Qin Mochen grab her by the arm.
If he’d been even a second slower, she would’ve bolted like a rabbit and vanished in an instant.
Qin Mochen asked, “Do you know where the Xue family is? It’s at the head of the village.”
Su Keke nodded vigorously. “Of course I do, Uncle! I’ve got a great memory.”
“We’re heading to the village head anyway. There’s a car—if you don’t ride it, are you planning to run there on your two little short legs?”
Su Keke: ……
“Uncle, how did my legs suddenly become short? My legs are really long! Don’t believe me? Look.”
She lifted her lantern skirt, clearly intending to show Qin Mochen her fair, slender long legs. But she’d barely revealed a small bit before Qin Mochen swatted her hand away.
“Get in the car.” The man’s voice carried a hint of helplessness.
He placed his large palm on the back of her head, covering it completely, then applied a bit of force and directly pushed her into the car.
When the car reached Old Xue’s house at the village head, it stopped. This time, Qin Mochen didn’t follow her in—Su Keke went inside alone.
About ten minutes later, she came back out.
Assistant Wu glanced at the little cutie’s calm expression and couldn’t help asking, “Miss Su, did they believe you?”
Su Keke replied, “Not only did they believe me, they cried. Want to go take a look?”
Assistant Wu: ……
Uh… why did it suddenly feel like the little cutie wasn’t in a very good mood?
The SUV soon left Peach Blossom Village and Peach Blossom Town, driving into the bustling imperial capital.
When they reached a fork in the road ahead, Qin Mochen suddenly said to Assistant Wu, “Go to Little Bridge, Flowing Water.”
Assistant Wu froze.
Weren’t they supposed to go to Xiangyuan? How did it suddenly become Little Bridge, Flowing Water?
Given Qin Mochen’s status and position, he naturally owned more than one villa in the capital. Xiangyuan, located in the most prosperous district, was where he usually stayed. But in truth, his favorite place was this classical-style duplex villa complex called Little Bridge, Flowing Water.
Whenever he encountered a difficult problem or felt unhappy, Qin Mochen would come here.
That was why Assistant Wu was so shocked. This was a place even Qin Junchi, the Fourth Master’s own nephew, had never been invited to—yet now Fourth Master was letting a little girl he’d only known for a short time stay here?
In fact, Assistant Wu found it extremely strange. How long had it even been? Yet he already had the illusion that Su Keke was one of their own.
How odd. Very odd.
Though Assistant Wu’s mind was churning with turmoil, his face remained perfectly calm. He answered and drove straight toward the Little Bridge, Flowing Water villa complex.
Before long, little country bumpkin Su Keke was utterly dazzled by the place.
“Uncle, it’s so big and so beautiful in here!” Su Keke leaned forward, small hands gripping the window frame. Her little face was pressed so tightly against the glass that it squished into two round pancake-like cheeks.
Qin Mochen silently watched her for a full minute before leisurely rolling down the window and reminding her, “Don’t stick your whole head out.”
Su Keke didn’t even turn around. “Okay, Uncle.”
She obediently refrained from sticking her head out of the window, but her eyes widened as she looked left, right, up, and down.
“They must have hired a professional master when this place was built. Uncle, look at that artificial river.”
She quickly pointed. “This river is positioned perfectly—it wraps around the entire villa complex. There are natural hills behind the villas, too. The whole place is backed by mountains and surrounded by water, with protective landforms on both sides. You could say this is a rare feng shui treasure land.”
As she spoke, Su Keke turned back to Qin Mochen, her eyes sparkling. “Mountains govern nobility, water governs wealth. Anyone living here is either rich or noble. Uncle—please let me cling to your thigh.”
Assistant Wu: … Pfft!
