NOVPUBChapter 360: 346, calling him uncle? (1)_1
Chapter 360: 346, calling him uncle? (1)_1
Zhou Qi looked at Mo Xiao with blame in her eyes, her anger still unsubsided.
Even though they were mother and son, he had just embarrassed her to protect the outsider Jian Qing. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
“Jian Qing, let’s talk in the study.” The old patriarch of the An family rose from his seat and said.
They had finally managed to get her to come back and they did not want Zhou Qi and others to drive her off again.
Ignoring the jealous looks from An Yu and Yang Xiang, Jian Qing also got up.
“Azhe, you come too.”
The old patriarch paused in his step and turned his gaze towards Mo Xiao.
His eyes were mysterious and elusive, masking his emotions. Just when everyone thought he wouldn’t rise, he stood up.
Because Mo Xiao had just spoken out for Jian Qing, Zhou Qi instinctively didn’t want him to follow them to the study. Before she could express it, she was preemptively stopped by An Rong.
“Mother, don’t be impulsive.”
An Rong held onto Zhou Qi’s arm to prevent her from stopping them.
If they truly upset the Old Patriarch, it would be a great loss for them.
They couldn’t afford to let Jian Qing take over the An family’s vast wealth.
When Zhou Qi was intercepted, by the time she came to her senses, the Old Patriarch and his party had already entered the elevator to go upstairs.
“Why did you stop me?”
She turned her head and asked, her tone full of resentment.
An Rong laughed awkwardly, “Mother, if we argue with grandfather now, we would only give Jian Qing an advantage. We can’t let outsiders benefit.”
After hearing this, Zhou Qi finally calmed down.
Zhao Xuan hadn’t said a word from beginning to end. Her eyelids slightly lowered, a mocking look flashed in the depth of her eyes.
Her sister-in-law still had aspirations for the An family’s wealth.
Even though she was already married off, she was too delusional, thinking she could seize the An family property.
Inside the study, the atmosphere was rather awkward.
The three of them each occupied each sofa, creating an intriguing dynamic.
Jian Qing’s eyes subtly scanned the man across from her.
Upon closer inspection, he did indeed bear some resemblance to An Chong. However, Azhe’s features were undoubtedly more handsome.
The Old Patriarch’s gaze wavered between Jian Qing and Mo Xiao, pondering how to break the awkward silence.
At this moment, servant Qiu Bo entered the room.
“Miss Jian, the Old Master had the kitchen prepare some pastries for you.”
He set down the tray and brought the plates of pastries to the table.
The Old Patriarch chimed in, smiling kindly, “Jian Qing, have a taste and see if you like them.”
Facing the hopeful gaze of the elderly man, Jian Qing nodded.
“Thank you.”
She picked up a small pastry and took a slow bite.
Mo Xiao watched the woman across from him eating the pastry, a hint of warmth shone subtly in his icy eyes. The look in her eyes, the expressions on her brows, she really resembled his Weiwei.
How could there be two people in the world who looked so similar?
The Old Patriarch noticed Jian Qing eating and his smile deepened. He casually introduced, “Jian Qing, this is Azhe, you can call him…”
The “uncle” on the tip of his tongue, he couldn’t quite say it out.
They were clearly father and daughter, how could he let her call Azhe “uncle”? He was in a dilemma.
“You can call me uncle.” Mo Xiao spoke up unexpectedly.
Qiu Bo’s face stiffened as he instinctively looked at the Old Patriarch.
Old Master, something seems off.
Was it time to set things straight?
Within the Old Patriarch, it was also full of helplessness. He could not help criticizing Mo Xiao’s abnormal behavior today.
Wasn’t this brat usually not very talkative? Why is he so keen to talk to Jian Qing today?
Was it because of their father-daughter blood relationship?
After finishing a piece of pastry, Jian Qing wiped her hands with a napkin calmly.
“No need, I’m not familiar with the An family.”
She spoke in a cold tone and remained calm.
Mo Xiao’s brows furrowed slightly, and he directly asked Jian Qing, “Do you dislike me?”
He was neither angry nor annoyed when he was rejected strongly for the first time. Instead, he felt frustrated.
Seeing as he hadn’t wronged her in any way, why was she so resistant to him?
Jian Qing looked up, fearlessly meeting his gaze, and said calmly, “No.”
“Then why won’t you call me uncle?” Mo Xiao continued questioning.
The Old Patriarch looked at Mo Xiao with weird eyes as if he had seen a ghost.
Was this still his Azhe?
Now, he seemed a bit childish.
Jian Qing leaned back, her red lips twitching slightly as she retorted, “Why should I call you uncle?”
“You are Achong’s daughter, is it wrong to call me uncle?” Mo Xiao argued.
After his words, Jian Qing’s gaze cooled, “Who said I am Achong’s daughter?”
Ah, does he have that right?
At the glimpse of her cold gaze, Mo Xiao paused.
Then, he gazed at her with complicated feelings and kept silent.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, the Old Patriarch quickly switched the topic.
“Jian Qing, try these pastries too, eat more.”
Jian Qing understood his intention even though he didn’t reveal it. She focused her attention on the plate of pastries that he pushed towards her and frowned. She didn’t reach out to take any.
“What’s wrong, don’t you like them?”
The Old Patriarch noticed that she did not reach out to take any for a long while and asked.
Jian Qing shook her head, “Nothing, it’s just that I don’t like red beans.”
Mo Xiao’s eyes darkened as he looked at the red bean pastries.
She doesn’t like red bean fillings either?
“Right, I forgot about that. Forgot to mention it to the kitchen.” The Old Patriarch slapped his forehead, “I’m getting old, my memory isn’t what it used to be.”
“Why don’t you like red bean fillings?” Mo Xiao stared at her intently and asked again.
He didn’t believe it was such a coincidence, he had two women in his life and both of them didn’t like red beans.
Meanwhile, Qiu Bo was facepalming.
Master, where is the icy demeanor you promised?
Could you please say something that’s a bit more tactful?
Jian Qing frowned and looked at the man who kept staring at her.
Was she that close to him?
“Why don’t you like red beans?” He asked again, seemingly determined to get an answer.
After a long while, Jian Qing turned away and said lightly, “Does it need a reason? I just find the taste of red beans a bit odd.”
Mo Xiao’s eyes shook at this, his hand which was resting on his knee clenched tightly.
He looked at Jian Qing, lost in his memories.
On a sunny afternoon, the woman stared at the cake he had brought back with a miserable face.
After he had finished a phone call and returned to her side, he asked.
“Why aren’t you eating? You were clamoring for cake just now.”
The woman threw herself into his arms, burying her head in his chest, mumbling, “The cake has red beans in it.”
He looked at her confused but still indulged her with a smile, “What’s wrong with red beans?”
“I don’t like red beans.” She lifted her head out of his arms, pouting, “Did you deliberately buy a cake with red beans, intentionally not letting me eat it?”
