Meng Yunjing looked at Mo Shu’s smile, the mirth in his eyes deepening, his gaze carried an almost imperceptible doting, "You..."
Mr. Mo’s smile was full of warmth, when suddenly he caught sight of Qin An standing beside them, and said, "Qin An, I haven’t introduced you yet, this is Meng Yunjing, the grandson of my niece’s daughter."
Qin An offered a polite smile, but quickly sensed something amiss and said, "In that case, according to seniority, shouldn’t it be..."
Mr. Mo shook his head helplessly and said, "By seniority, he should be calling Shushu his cousin aunty, but this kid is too clever, and he looked down on having a two-year-old as his aunt, so he kept coaxing her into calling him brother. It’s been over a decade now, you can call him Brother Yun Jing along with Shushu."
Finally understanding, Qin An called out, "Brother Yun Jing."
Meng Yunjing gave a courteous smile, but there wasn’t the same hint of joy on his face as when Mo Shu called him that.
Qin An had always been good at picking up on subtle cues, and at a glance, she noticed the faint displeasure hidden behind Meng Yunjing’s gentlemanly façade.
She immediately fell silent, not saying another word.
Then Meng Yunjing began to discuss the fashion industry with Elder Mo. The Old Man didn’t contribute much to the conversation, but Mo Shu and Meng Yunjing started to chat more animatedly.
To Qin An’s surprise, she discovered that Mo Shu was not completely ignorant of business. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fiɾe·net
Mo Jiantao always said that Mo Shu was good for nothing, and combined with Mo Shu’s historical image and rumors, it had led Qin An to believe that Mo Shu truly had nothing commendable about her.
Furthermore, with Mo Shu’s continuous harsh attitude towards her, Qin An subconsciously thought of her as arrogant and pretentious, with a façade lacking substance.
Now, listening to her talk with Meng Yunjing, she found Mo Shu’s manner of speaking and demeanor to be unexpectedly elegant.
Even when Mo Shu was engaged in conversation, her innate noble aura did not diminish in the slightest, and her every move exuded a natural air of aristocracy.
Qin An watched her red lips parting and closing but didn’t absorb a word she said until she suddenly heard a knock at the door.
"Sir, Princess, Young Master Meng, dinner is ready."
That was when their conversation finally came to a close.
As they sat down for dinner, Mo Jiantao just happened to arrive, followed by Qin Yuan.
Qin Yuan, seeing Qin An seated beside Mo Shu, felt her heart jump to her throat. She observed carefully, only letting out a sigh of relief after confirming that Qin An was unharmed.
As a guest, Meng Yunjing naturally greeted Mo Jiantao and Mrs. Mo when they arrived, "President Mo, Mrs. Mo."
Mo Jiantao was clearly surprised to see Meng Yunjing, and said, "When did you get here, quietly slipping in like that? Don’t tell me you’re plotting some major deal with them?"
Meng Yunjing smiled slightly, "Just catching up on old times."
Mo Jiantao sat down, snorted coldly, and said, "Catching up? I’m afraid it’s not so simple. Everyone knows you’re the fashion industry’s most sought-after rising star. You just returned to the country the day before yesterday, and today you’ve already been invited here. Seems like someone couldn’t wait to start poaching and forming alliances—such swift moves."
"What are you insinuating!" Elder Mo frowned and said sternly, "Yun Jing came back to the country specifically to take a position at Jijue. Can’t you, as his uncle, speak properly?"
"Am I not speaking the truth?" Mo Jiantao said with a disdainful shrug, looking at Meng Yunjing across the table, "But I would advise you not to side with her. Right now, Mo Shu is causing dissatisfaction among the board of directors. Wasting money left and right, and with the small island she bought at last night’s auction, we’re talking about a loss of an entire 8 billion. The board is now petitioning to have Mo Shu kicked out of the company."