Chapter 49
Title: The Male Lead’s Villainess Stepmother
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Translator: Fringe Alpaca
Chapter 49 - The Powerful Unintentional Aristocracy (1)
Yan Shuyu’s imagination ran wild, but the truth was she had over thought it all . The boss man didn’t even look up at her when she went over there with her most professional smile . He was very focused on his phone, as though he wasn’t the one who had asked for her at all .
The little male lead was the cutiepie who looked up and greeted her, making it less embarrassing for her .
“Hi, Aunty Yan . ”
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“Hi, kiddo,” Yan Shuyu gave a half smile . Seeing how polite he was, she decided to let the “aunty” part slide .
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The boss man might be ignoring her, but that didn’t matter to her . She asked politely and enthusiastically, “Is there anything that I can help you with?” If not, she would just leave .
Either it was her subtext being too obvious, or that the big boss has just noticed her, Zhou Qinhe finally looked up at her . His look was friendly as usual, “Oh, nothing much . Xiao Yi was just wondering where you went . ”
Kiddo “Xiao Yi” who was busy shoving cake into his own mouth, “……”
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Yan Shuyu, “…… . ”
She didn’t know whether it was her or the big boss; did he really have no idea whether his son was a normal kid who had that much curiosity?
Well, that was his own son after all . If the male lead didn’t even give away his dad, what could Yan Shuyu possibly say? In her mind though, she had come to the conclusion that the boss might just be toying with her for lack of better things to do .
Customers were gods, what could she do? She would just have to play along . Keeping the perfect smile on her, she said, “If there’s nothing else, enjoy your meal . I’ll be back later . ”
“Wait,” Zhou Qinhe put down his cellphone and leaned forward a little . Focusing quite intently on her, he smiled and said, “Xiao Yi wasn’t the only one who was curious, I was as well . ”
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Yan Shuyu: Who am I? Where am I? What the * was the boss man talking about? Mew mew mew?
She was dumbfounded for a few seconds before she finally realized that the boss man was still bothered by her slacking off in the back earlier .
Ugh, it was just bringing them their tea and water and gave them their utensils, did it matter who did it? Sherry was an experienced employee . Sherry’s service was far better than hers . The boss man’s takeaway was so different than an ordinary person .
Yan Shuyu thought long and hard and finally felt that she got it again . She was their server when they have arrived, then she disappeared after taking their orders without asking for their consent . The boss probably felt that he was neglected, or worse, he’d think she gets commissions from their order and abandoned them as soon as she got the orders – boy, oh boy, who’d have thought that the male lead’s father, who normally seemed so easy-going, was as particular as any other CEOs deep down under?
Granted, he was a billionaire CEO, one who was used to being the center of attention wherever he went, so, naturally, he’d also be more demanding than most . Yan Shuyu felt better once she had that figured out . In order to placate him, she thought of a very good reason to explain her disappearance guilt-free, “Pardon me, I wasn’t feeling very well today, so my colleagues volunteered to take over for me .
She didn’t mean to be disrespectful .
Upon hearing that, Zhou Qinhe looked at her radiant face and smiled, “Not feeling well?”
Yan Shuyu smiled and nodded, “That’s right . ”
It’s her body, she decided how she felt .
One could tell from Zhou Qinhe’s look that he didn’t believe in one word that she said but, of course, there were also no need to call her out on something so tedious . He let out a regretful sigh, “Is that so . I was going to ask you to play the same song from last time for Xiao Yi, but since you are not feeling well… I guess not . ”
Yan Shuyu, “… . . ”