Chapter 3: Five Minutes—Get Lost
Su Keke stared at the gold-embossed doorplate that read Presidential Luxury Suite for two seconds, then blinked.
Good thing she was standing a bit far away—otherwise the door would’ve smashed her nose.
Such a fierce little uncle.
Su Keke knocked on the door again.
She didn’t want to disturb him either, but her task was inside this room.
Inside, a dark-faced Qin Mochen dialed Qin Junchi’s number.
The phone showed calling.
That little bastard.
Bang, bang, bang.
The “surprise” outside was still knocking, clearly with no sense of impending doom.
Her knocking was neither hurried nor slow, and strangely enough, it didn’t sound irritating at all.
Qin Mochen couldn’t help rubbing his temples.
With just one phone call, this little girl would be thrown out of the club—and might even get beaten up before being tossed out.
Considering her young age, Qin Mochen decided to show a rare moment of mercy.
He opened the door—but probably did so too suddenly. Su Keke, who was in the middle of knocking, failed to pull back her hand in time. Her two slightly bent fingers knocked into thin air and, disastrously, landed squarely on the man’s… chest.
Su Keke’s hand trembled, then slipped slightly, brushing lightly across it.
…She really didn’t mean to.
The man’s body stiffened subtly, and his face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot.
Seeing his expression, Su Keke knew things had gone wrong. She tried to slip inside like a little loach, but the man grabbed her by the collar, lifted her, turned her around, switched to grabbing the back of her collar, and then hoisted her up entirely like a chick.
Su Keke didn’t struggle. Hanging there, she simply looked at him with her big, dark eyes.
Those pitch-black, watery eyes looked like two clear pools reflecting a river of stars beneath the night sky.
Before she even said anything, Qin Mochen already felt like he was bullying her.
…Damn it.
Perhaps because the “little chick” in his hand was obedient to an unreasonable degree, Fourth Master Qin—who had never known how to cherish women—neither threw her nor slammed her this time. He merely set her back down.
Outside the door.
“I’ll give you five minutes. Get lost,” Qin Mochen warned coldly.
Su Keke tilted her head up to look at him, her voice soft and gentle.
“Uncle, please let me go in. I promise I’ll be done within ten minutes, okay?”
Even though the client hadn’t demanded it, her master had only given her three days. This was already the second day.
She had chased all the way here from Peach Blossom Town, running for a full day, eating nothing but a single piece of bread along the way.
Su Keke didn’t understand how her words had made the uncle even angrier. His expression darkened further.
“Thirty seconds have already passed. You have four and a half minutes left.”
Seeing that he was about to close the door again, Su Keke hurriedly pounced on the doorframe, arms and legs clinging tightly to it, fusing herself to the door like an octopus. Pouting, she said,
“Handsome Uncle, I’m begging you. I only have one day left. Please help me out. I can shorten it to five minutes.”
Qin Mochen looked at her clinging to the doorframe like an octopus, feeling both annoyed and amused.
Five minutes…
Heh.
Meeting the girl’s jet-black, clean eyes, he lost focus for a moment.
Come to think of it, she was about the same age as the third brother’s little girl at home. Who knew how she’d ended up on such a crooked path?
“Come in,” he said flatly, giving the octopus a cursory glance.
Su Keke’s eyes lit up. At those words, she darted inside like a little rabbit.
“Little Uncle, you’re so nice! Can I start right now?”
Hearing those highly suggestive words, Qin Mochen’s brow twitched violently.
He pointed to the genuine leather sofa opposite them and shot her a blank look.
“Sit.”
