Chapter 361 - 361 347 Inherited from Uncle (2)_1

Chapter 361: 347, Inherited from Uncle (2)_1 Chapter 361: 347, Inherited from Uncle (2)_1 He snickered, his large hand deliberately messing up her lightly curled hair, “You never told me you didn’t like red beans. How could I intentionally upset you?”

The woman’s hands grabbed at his collar in a fit of desperation, “I don’t have cake anymore, you owe me one.”

He grabbed her hands, pulling her into his embrace, his handsome face showcasing a tough gentleness uniquely for her, “Weiwei, why don’t you like red beans?”

“There aren’t that many ‘whys’. I just think red beans have a weird taste,” she complained helplessly in her clear voice.

“Azhe!”

The elder An raised his voice mildly.

Mo Xiao realised his daydream, his fingers tightening, glancing at Jian Qing before moving his eyes away.

“Grandpa, I’ll retreat back to my room first.”

Having said that, without waiting for Elder An to speak, he stood up and walked out straight away.

The autumn butler recognised the look in Elder An’s eye and left with him.

Jian Qing didn’t feel much about his departure. She picked up a piece of cake and quietly ate it.

The butler pursued him only to find that Mo Xiao was already on the fourth floor.

He quickly went up to the fourth floor and called to Mo Xiao before he had closed the door.

“Master, wait a moment.”

Mo Xiao paused closing the door and looked up at him.

Butler autumn, “Master, can I talk to you?”

After a moment of silence, Mo Xiao went outside again.

The butler let out a sigh, following him.

“Does that little girl also live on this floor?” Mo Xiao spoke first, his gaze falling on the room not far from his.

The butler was taken aback by this sudden question, “Master, are you referring to Miss Qing?”

“Hmm,” he nodded.

“It was Master’s arrangement for Miss Qing to live here,” the butler said.

Mo Xiao paused, turning his head to look at him, “Are things discordant between her and Achong?”

Over the years, he was mostly overseas and wasn’t very aware of the situation at home.

Just now in the study, he mentioned Achong and the little girl looked quite unhappy.

“Um, that…” The butler found it a bit difficult to answer.

It wasn’t just about discord, Miss Qing probably hated the lord to his bones.

“Alright, I have something I need to handle, you go back to grandpa first.” Mo Xiao saw his difficulty and didn’t plan to ask any further.

With that, he turned around and went back inside his room.

The butler, looking at the closed door, sighed and went downstairs.

Jian Qing didn’t see Mo Xiao for the rest of the morning. It was only at lunch that they met again.

In the dining room, Elder An naturally sat at the head. On his left and right were Mo Xiao and Jian Qing. This treatment made the An’s family members envious.

Even An Yu, the eldest grandson, didn’t have the privilege of sitting next to Grandfather. Mo Xiao was understandable, but why did an outsider like Jian Qing deserve this?

But with Elder An present, even though they were very dissatisfied, no one dared to speak out.

“How could the kitchen staff be so careless? Azhe can’t eat carrots, and they still put carrots in this soup.” Zhou Qi looked at the soup in the bowl and angrily rebuked.

Seeing this, the butler quickly explained, “The cook today is new, and he doesn’t know the rules yet, I will remind them later.”

“Alright, it’s just a pot of soup, no need to make a fuss.” Elder An spoke up, “If Azhe can’t drink it, others can.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qi sat down awkwardly.

A servant quickly came forward, replaced Azhe’s bowl and put a new one in front of him.

As soon as Elder An picked up his chopsticks, everyone else did the same.

Except Jian Qing, who never touched her chopsticks.

“Qing girl, why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like the food?” Elder An paused his chopsticks, looking at her anxiously.

“I’m not hungry,” Jian Qing responded lightly.

She had eaten quite a lot of cake in the study and wasn’t really hungry.

“If you’re not hungry, at least have some soup.” Elder An suggested.

She looked down at the soup in the bowl and slowly replied, “No need, I’m allergic to carrots.”

As soon as she said this, everyone looked at her. Their expressions carried a hint of strangeness.

The butler narrowed his pupils and unconsciously looked at Mo Xiao.

Is Miss Qing also allergic to carrots?

Did she inherit it from the master?

Azhe’s allergy to carrots is no secret in the An family. That’s why everyone looked so incredulous when they heard Jian Qing’s words.

“Ha!” Yang Xiang chuckled sarcastically, “Just because she heard that Uncle couldn’t eat carrots, she’s saying she’s allergic to carrots too. What thick-skinned.”

As soon as she spoke, the temperature in the dining room dropped.

Elder An put down his chopsticks, his face filled with anger. Just as he was about to scold Yang Xiang, another voice cut him off.

“Yang Xiang, leave.”

The cold voice carried no warmth and was like a slap to Yang Xiang’s face.

Yang Xiang’s mocking smile froze; her chopsticks slipped from her grasp and fell onto the table.

“Uncle, you-”

This was already the second time Mo Xiao had spoken up for Jian Qing, leaving everyone shocked.

Seeing the situation was bad, An Rong chuckled at Mo Xiao, “Big brother, Xiang didn’t mean it. Don’t bother with her.”

“I don’t want to repeat myself a third time, leave.” Mo Xiao put down his chopsticks. His cold eyes pierced Yang Xiang.

Seeing the coldness in his eyes, Yang Xiang trembled and almost burst into tears.

“Big brother, you…” An Rong couldn’t stand her daughter being wronged. She was about to plead for her when a sentence from Mo Xiao left her speechless.

“Do you want to leave too?”

An Rong changed color, swallowed hard and became silent.

Yang Xiang’s eyes were red as she glared at Jian Qing, “It’s all your fault, I hope you are satisfied now!”

She slammed down her chopsticks and ran out.

No one dared to stop Yang Xiang as she ran out, following Mo Xiao’s command. Even Zhou Qi just watched silently, not daring to intervene.

The ring of a cell phone broke the tense silence.

Jian Qing picked up her phone and saw the caller ID, curling her lips slightly.

Then, she looked at Elder An and rose, “You take your time, I need to take a call.”

She glanced at Mo Xiao and, without another word, turned and left the dining hall.

Mo Xiao watched her retreating figure, his handsome face showing an inscrutable expression, and he seemed to have lost his appetite.

Jian Qing walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and answered the phone.

“Yes, I’ve eaten.”

On the other end, Quan Jingwu looked at Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan sitting across him and lips curled in a slight smile.

“I’ll pick you up later.”

Jian Qing’s eyes gleamed with amusement, “Okay, but don’t drink too much with Han Yue and the others.”

Noticing footsteps behind her, her eyes suddenly turned cold.

“Xiaojing, I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll call you back later.”

After hanging up the phone, Jian Qing put it back in her pocket, turned around and looked at the newcomer.

“Heh, you really are a liar. A woman full of lies.” Yang Xiang’s eyes were slightly red, probably from her recent crying. She spoke in a pungent voice.