Chapter 7: Uncle, This Is Really Worth a Lot
Qin Mochen hadn’t expected her to still not give up, even going so far as to put on such a clumsy little act to tempt him.
He shifted his gaze away, his expression indifferent as he took out his phone and dialed a number.
“Assistant Wu, prepare some things for me—things for a little girl.”
After a brief pause, he turned back to size up Su Keke.
“She looks sixteen or seventeen, about one sixty-five tall, figure… average.”
Hearing this, Su Keke hurriedly corrected him, “Uncle, you got it wrong—it’s eighteen. I just said so.”
The last part came out as a mutter.
She just looked young; her age wasn’t young.
Beep, beep, beep—
The call disconnected. Assistant Wu, who was usually extremely professional and dedicated, had actually hung up before his boss did.
Little did Qin Mochen know that Assistant Wu had simply been startled and his hand had trembled.
A woman!
Holy crap—there was actually a woman in Fourth Master’s private suite!
“Achoo!” Su Keke suddenly sneezed.
Qin Mochen frowned slightly.
Go soak in a hot bath. The clothes will be delivered soon.”
“But—”
Qin Mochen reached out directly, his large palm covering the back of her head. He turned her little head around, then pushed it forward, all the way into the master bedroom’s private bathroom. Once she was inside, he slammed the door shut with a bang.
So when the highly efficient Assistant Wu arrived with the clothes, he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. His mind exploded with a boom.
There really was a woman in Fourth Master’s room.
And that woman was taking a bath.
Taking a bath…
After three seconds, Assistant Wu forced himself to calm down and handed over what he had prepared: a puffy dress, a lantern skirt, bear-print pajamas, a bunny nightgown, bunny-ear sandals, a pair of pink slippers and a pair of blue slippers…
The thoughtful Assistant Wu had even prepared underwear.
Heaven knew how meaningful other people’s looks had been when he personally went out to buy these things. Thankfully, his skin was thick enough—otherwise, he’d have wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.
Qin Mochen swept his eyes over the items and gave a satisfied hum.
Assistant Wu bowed and left without looking sideways, though his ears were perked up.
Inside the bathroom, the girl was humming to herself, sounding to be in quite a good mood.
Qin Mochen knocked on the bathroom door.
“The clothes are on the bed.”
“Thank you, Uncle!”
The sweet voice was like stuffing a piece of candy straight into someone’s mouth.
Assistant Wu, outwardly an elite professional, was inwardly buzzing with inexplicable excitement.
So Fourth Master likes this type!
When Su Keke came out after changing, she had just finished bathing. Her little face was rosy and fair, and the light yellow lantern skirt on her made her look like an adorable yellow bell pepper.
“Uncle, how much does this dress cost? I’ll give you the money.”
The little “bell pepper” tugged at the lantern skirt on her body, a bit unaccustomed to it. But the fabric felt so comfortable—once she put it on, she didn’t want to take it off.
“No need. It’s a gift.”
The all-powerful Fourth Master Qin of the Imperial Capital wouldn’t be short on such a small amount of money.
“That won’t do. Uncle has already paid me a generous commission—I can’t take advantage of you any further. Our line of work places great importance on karma and cause-and-effect. How about this, Uncle—I’ll give you a few protective talismans instead.”
Su Keke didn’t have much cash on her. She’d already transferred the two hundred thousand deposit to her master, so now she could only use talismans as payment.
The little bell pepper pulled five neatly folded talismans from her backpack and handed them to Qin Mochen, emphasizing,
“Uncle, you have to keep them safe. The talismans I draw are really valuable—normally, Master takes my talismans to sell outside, and one goes for five hundred yuan. I’m giving you five, so that’s equivalent to two thousand five hundred yuan.”
As she said this, the little bell pepper lifted her chin slightly, clearly very proud.
If Assistant Wu had still been present and heard this, he probably would’ve laughed crookedly.
“Little cutie, do you know what brand the dress you’re wearing is? It’s the latest summer collection from the global luxury brand Lianxiang. Just that one dress alone costs six figures.”
No wonder Assistant Wu was such a seasoned operator—this was the first time the boss had asked him to handle something like this, and he’d gone all out.
Holding the talismans, Qin Mochen stared at the five small yellow triangles in his hand, expressionless.
