Chapter 33: Miss, Did You Get Plastic Surgery?
Although the little girl was puffed up with indignation, Qin Mochen remained relaxed and unhurried. He explained to her, “Girl, you need to understand—sometimes what customers are paying for isn’t just the food, but a certain mood. This place has an elegant environment, a quiet atmosphere, attentive service, and no one will rudely interrupt you. Just sitting here is already a kind of enjoyment.”
Su Keke blinked and immediately said, “But Uncle, I know lots of places like that—and they don’t cost any money.”
Qin Mochen raised an eyebrow slightly. “For example?”
Su Keke grinned, her smile innocent and bright, her voice crisp and lively. “For example, Peach Blossom Mountain where my master and I live! The environment there is great—fresh air, beautiful scenery, and even more spiritual energy than other places. Hardly anyone goes up the mountain to disturb us. Everything Uncle wants—peace and quiet and all that—is there. Every day I take a little stool and sit in front of our thatched hut, and I can sit there for the whole day!”
Assistant Wu couldn’t help it anymore. Turning his back to them, he covered his mouth and snorted with laughter.
Imagining Fourth Master Qin, dressed in a tailored suit, sitting in front of a straw hut—just the image alone was hilarious.
Tilting her head, Su Keke continued, “If Uncle goes, I can serve you tea and water, and I’ll take care of all three meals a day. The service definitely won’t be worse than here.”
Assistant Wu silently complained: Go eat your roasted corn and sweet potatoes, huh?
Qin Mochen laughed and rubbed his forehead. “Alright. Next time I’ll go experience it.”
The atmosphere in the private room was just right—until it was broken by a sudden knock on the door.
Bang bang bang. The knocking was harsh and unpleasant.
The person outside knocked a few times, then pushed the door open without waiting for a response—extremely rude.
“Well I’ll be damned, President Qin! Just now I thought my old eyes were playing tricks on me. Turns out it really is you. President Qin, mind if we join your table?”
The gentle curve on Qin Mochen’s face instantly turned cold and sharp.
He didn’t speak, only lifted his chin slightly and pointed at the empty space.
The beautiful waitress understood at once and added two rosewood chairs and two sets of tableware.
The pot-bellied middle-aged man immediately beamed, wrapping an arm around his female companion as he walked in.
“Fourth Master, should I excuse myself?” Assistant Wu asked quietly.
In formal settings, as an assistant, it wasn’t appropriate for him to sit at the same table as Fourth Master.
“No need. Just a casual meal,” Qin Mochen said indifferently.
Then he looked at Su Keke and beckoned to her. “Keke, come sit next to Uncle.”
Originally, Su Keke had been sitting opposite Qin Mochen. Hearing this, she said “Oh,” and obediently moved to sit beside him.
The moment Su Keke changed seats, the middle-aged man quickly took her original spot, sitting face-to-face with Qin Mochen.
“Didn’t expect President Qin to be so approachable. It’s really not easy to meet you—I’ve tried to invite you to dinner several times, but every time I called your Assistant Wu, he said you were busy.”
The big-eared, beer-bellied boss glanced at Su Keke and gave a knowing smile. “Turns out Assistant Wu wasn’t lying—you really are busy, hahaha.
Today’s on me. President Qin, you have to give me this face!”
Qin Mochen frowned unhappily, about to speak, when Su Keke suddenly tugged at his sleeve. Half-covering her little mouth, she whispered into his ear, “Uncle, judging by his face, he’s going to lose money today. Even if we don’t spend his money, someone else will. So let him pay.”
Seeing the light sparkling in her bright eyes, Qin Mochen didn’t know why, but his mood suddenly improved.
“President Zhao, you’re too polite.” That was his agreement.
Su Keke opened the menu without ceremony and started choosing seriously. “Uncle, do you like this?”
“Just pick what you like.”
“Then I want this, this, and this…”
Just minutes ago, she’d been agonizing over the prices. Now she ordered seven or eight dishes in one go—easily over ten thousand.
Qin Mochen smiled as he watched her, indulgent to the extreme.
President Zhao was a shrewd man as well. He didn’t mention business at all, instead chatting about random things.
Qin Mochen responded with the occasional “Mm.”
On the surface, it was a pleasant meal for host and guests alike.
Later, when President Zhao ran out of things to talk about, he turned the topic to Su Keke, smiling as he asked, “Miss Su keeps looking at Xiao Lan. Could it be you’re a fan of hers too?”
The female companion President Zhao brought was none other than the popular young actress Li Xiaolan.
A fantasy drama Li Xiaolan had recently starred in was a huge hit, sparking a wave of interest in the genre. Her bewitching and domineering roles in the show had earned her a massive fanbase.
Who would’ve thought that such a rising star would be involved with a pot-bellied middle-aged boss like him?
Li Xiaolan nodded at Su Keke and smiled at the man beside her as well.
That smile was truly captivating, as if her eyes carried invisible hooks.
Qin Mochen frowned, a flash of disgust passing through his eyes.
At that moment, Su Keke suddenly spoke up. Her chubby little bun-like face was turned straight toward Li Xiaolan. “Miss, can I ask you a rather abrupt question?”
In the entertainment industry, calling someone “sis” could mean respect—or sarcasm. But when Su Keke said “miss,” it sounded purely sweet.
Li Xiaolan brushed back her long wavy hair and smiled. “You’re too polite, little sister. Ask whatever you like.”
After hesitating a bit, Su Keke asked, “Your face looks so strange. Did you get plastic surgery?”
The moment the words fell, the private room went dead silent.
Li Xiaolan’s face twisted for an instant, and President Zhao’s expression turned ugly.
Plastic surgery among celebrities was an open secret—everyone knew it without saying it. But who would ask such a question straight to someone’s face, with an innocent expression like this little girl? It was practically a slap in the face.
Su Keke wasn’t trying to slap anyone—she just felt it was a pity.
With a serious expression, she explained, “Wealth is seen in the nose, nobility in the eyes. Your nose is tall but crooked—when you reach middle age, your career will suffer major setbacks.”
“Your eyes aren’t the same size, which means wealth easily flows away.”
“And your chin—haven’t you looked in the mirror? It’s too sharp. Your luck in old age won’t be very good.”
With every sentence Su Keke said, Li Xiaolan’s face grew darker.
Su Keke kept muttering, “Any one of these alone wouldn’t be a big issue—it’d be normal. But you actually gathered all of them on one face. That doesn’t fit the laws of natural human growth at all. So you’re one hundred percent surgically altered.”
In the past, Su Keke the little country bumpkin hadn’t known about cosmetic surgery. It was her master who told her that many people nowadays didn’t cherish their facial features and insisted on reshaping their faces.
If it was done well, fine—it might even improve one’s fortune. But if done badly, it was a huge loss. An entire lifetime of wealth and luck could be ruined.
After finishing, the little girl sighed regretfully. “Miss, why did you think plastic surgery was a good idea? If I’m not mistaken, you originally had a full chin, a round face, and a straight though not high nose—a modestly prosperous face, with enough food and clothing. But now you’ve ruined it yourself.”
She shook her head like a little adult, both regretful and confused.
What was wrong with chubby faces? Why get plastic surgery? Even if you’re going to do it, shouldn’t you make it better?
Hehe—someone like her, now that was a face destined for lifelong wealth and comfort.
Her master said that if it weren’t for him affecting her luck, she’d have been a little rich woman long ago!
Every time Su Keke thought about this, she’d grin like a silly little fool.
