Chapter 17: Uncle, Your Riding Skills Are Really Good
The little girl’s determination to ride the bike was intense. Once her small hands grabbed the handlebars, she refused to let go.
Qin Mochen looked at the girl in front of him helplessly. “I’m too heavy. You can’t carry me.”
“Uncle, just let me try! How will we know if I don’t try? I’m actually really strong!” Su Keke straightened her small body proudly.
Qin Mochen kept a stern face, his expression serious. But the moment he met those eyes sparkling with light, his face betrayed him, and the words he was about to say changed.
He let out a low hm and compromised. “Then try once. If it doesn’t work, give up.”
“Thank you, Uncle! You’re so good!”
Qin Mochen: …
“Uncle, hurry and sit!”
A man nearly 1.9 meters tall sat on the back seat, his long legs planted firmly on the ground on both sides.
“Uncle, hold tight—I’m starting!” the little girl reminded him.
Qin Mochen responded with a hum, but subtly lifted his body, barely touching the rear seat, his feet braced against the ground.
Su Keke pedaled hard.
The bike moved—and Qin Mochen moved with it. His long legs, forced apart by the seat, stepped along the ground, each stride wide and steady.
However, someone’s biking skills were… not very good.
“Eh, eh—why is it crooked?”
“Ahh! Uncle, am I about to crash into a tree…!”
“Why does the handlebar keep wobbling like this…!”
Qin Mochen: …
The man held the sides of the seat, applying force in the opposite direction whenever the bike tilted.
Even so, Su Keke rode in a wobbly zigzag, her skills absolutely terrible.
Five minutes later, Su Keke obediently handed over the right to ride, still muttering under her breath. “Uncle, I really used to be good at riding. I even carried my master from the end of the village to the front. That old bike’s handlebars didn’t wobble at all—so obedient…”
“Girl, come sit in front,” Qin Mochen said, hooking an arm around her waist, lifting her up in one motion and placing her on the slanted bar at the front of the bike.
He adjusted the seat height back to its original position.
Su Keke turned to look at him. “Uncle, why won’t you let me sit in the back?”
Qin Mochen paused, then replied, “It’s uncomfortable in the back.”
Su Keke looked puzzled and muttered softly, “But it’s uncomfortable in the front too.”
Qin Mochen lowered his gaze to look at her but didn’t explain, then mounted the bike.
With a casual push of his long legs, the bike glided forward smoothly for a long distance.
“Wow! Uncle, your riding skills are really good!” the little girl exclaimed, happily swinging her small legs.
“Girl, lean forward a bit,” the man reminded her.
“Okay, Uncle!”
Su Keke leaned forward, looking around curiously.
Assistant Wu, completely ignored and treated like air, followed behind carrying the big bundles, his face blank. Heh.
At first, Su Keke and her uncle worked together perfectly, but as time went on, things changed.
The slanted bar made it easy for Su Keke’s body to slide backward, and since the man naturally leaned forward while riding, the two of them ended up pressed together if they weren’t careful.
The man’s long legs blocked the girl almost completely—seen from afar, only her head was visible.
If the man had a big pouch on his front, she’d probably look like a baby kangaroo tucked inside.
The seat was triangular, and the pointed front kept poking Su Keke. To sit more comfortably, she shifted slightly to the right, leaning against the man’s thigh.
Qin Mochen frowned slightly.
“Girl, move forward a bit,” the man’s low voice came from above her head.
Su Keke quickly answered, “Oh!” Grabbing the empty part of the handlebar, she scooted forward inch by inch, like a little caterpillar.
“Is it poking you? We’ll be there soon—just bear with it for now.”
Su Keke chuckled. “It’s fine, Uncle. I’ve got lots of flesh on me—doesn’t bother me.”
Qin Mochen subconsciously glanced at the girl’s exposed arms and legs.
Indeed… quite fleshy.
