Chapter 82 Meow Meow
In the bar, bizarre lights were flashing and rock music was deafening.
The figure who was usually active in the center of the dance floor was nowhere to be found.
Many of the rich second-generations who often hang out with Mu Mingqiu felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but look for Mu Mingqiu everywhere.
"Where is Master Mu?"
"Don't mind your own business. Brother Mu is busy. He can come if he wants to, and not come if he doesn't want to. Is it your turn to interfere?"
"Yeah, maybe she and Brother Huo are very sweet together. After all, they are a couple who are about to get married."
"Well, I just asked casually."
The person who asked the question couldn't help scratching his head, feeling embarrassed, and stopped talking.
On the other side, in the booth.
This place is only separated from the center of the chaotic dance floor by a wall, but it is much quieter. It is separated by green plants and translucent walls, as if it is another world.
Whenever Mu Mingqiu needed to find a clue in the chaos, he would sit here and think.
Mu Mingqiu held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at two photos on his phone, seeming to be lost in thought.
The first photo shows Ye Qingquan who looked much younger than he does now. The background is the airport. Check-in is underway for a flight to Country A. Ye Qingquan is dragging a suitcase through security. He looks very pale and a little lost, with his left hand subconsciously placed on his lower abdomen.
The second photo is much simpler and more straightforward; it is a pregnancy test form.
Even a fool can see the meaning of these two photos put together.
"Tell me, what happened?" Mu Mingqiu put out his cigarette in the ashtray.
Sitting opposite him was a private detective in a black suit. She tied her hair into a neat high ponytail, nodded, and told the whole story:
"A few years ago, when you were still studying abroad, there was a secret in the Beijing circle that almost everyone knew."
——Huo Ye kept a canary by his side.
It's not just an ordinary canary, but one that looks a bit like Mu Mingqiu.
To put it in a more fashionable way, it's called a stand-in.
...Everyone knows Huo Ye's feelings for Mu Mingqiu. The two grew up together as childhood sweethearts. The year Mu Mingqiu went abroad to study, Huo Ye was distraught. He got drunk every day and hung out with all kinds of playboys.
It is said that later, he met Ye Qingquan, who was working and studying, in this bar.
The three-point similarity between Ye Qingquan and Mu Mingqiu made the drunk Huo Ye lose his mind.
From then on, there was a handsome figure beside Huo Ye.
“…”
Hearing this, the corners of Mu Mingqiu's mouth couldn't help but twitch: "Okay, okay, he's dead, how can he still kill me?"
Besides, Mu Mingqiu was going abroad, not dying.
If Huo Ye really wanted to see him, he could take a private plane, or at least buy a first-class ticket. Wouldn't it only take a dozen hours to get there?
He won’t come, but I must find a substitute.
"The main theme is the separation of a person and a chicken, right?" Mu Mingqiu commented indifferently.
Private Detective: “…”
Although the words are rough, the logic is sound, but they are too rough!
The private detective took a sip of tea to calm himself before continuing, "Well, this is roughly what happened. Three years later..."
At the beginning, many people said that Young Master Huo was really affectionate towards Young Master Mu. After he went abroad to study, he still kept a substitute who looked three-quarters similar to him by his side so that he would miss him when he saw the substitute.
But as time went by, more and more people began to think that Young Master Huo had real feelings for Canary. After all these years, he never got tired of playing with her and always took her with him wherever he went.
Huo Ye always scoffed at this.
Later facts indeed proved this to be the case.
After the news came that Mu Mingqiu was about to return to China, Huo Ye was alone again without knowing when, and the handsome figure beside him disappeared.
Huo Ye behaved as usual, as if to him, he had just lost an insignificant toy.
Most of the stories about wives running away with the baby follow this process.
When his wife ran away with the baby, the scumbag behaved normally, after all, it was just a canary that ran away.
But when the three-year period was up and my lovely wife made her debut with her genius baby, everything became different.
He regretted, he cried bitterly, he chased his wife to the crematorium, he gave up everything just to redeem the "plaything" he once cared about. The greater the contrast between the before and after, the more exciting it was.
There is no logic at all.
...Of course, the above words could not be told to Mu Mingqiu, and the private detective could only complain secretly to himself.
After all, the direction of this plot is too classic no matter how you look at it!
"Detective Li?" Seeing that the private detective was silent, Mu Mingqiu was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but waved in front of her eyes, "Are you still there?"
The private detective shuddered and came to his senses.
She cleared her throat:
"You know what happened later... Ye Qingquan went overseas and gave birth to a little boy who is three years old this year. According to our current investigation results, the Huo family knew nothing about the existence of this little boy."
Mu Mingqiu was originally holding a cigarette, with his long legs casually crossed, sitting in a leisurely posture.
But when he heard this, his posture suddenly changed.
He laid his legs flat, leaned forward slightly, and listened attentively.
The private detective didn't know why his attitude suddenly changed, and he immediately felt some pressure. He pushed his glasses and said, "As for Mr. Huo, at present--"
Mu Mingqiu frowned and interrupted her: "Huo Ye? Who cares about Huo Ye?"
Private investigator: “?”
"Tell me more about that little boy," Mu Mingqiu's eyes sparkled, and he even looked a bit gentler than his appearance, and even his voice became softer.
"What cartoons does he like? What snacks does he like to eat? Does he dream of becoming an astronaut or a scientist? Does he have any good friends in kindergarten?"
After talking about a series of things in rapid succession, Mu Mingqiu let out a breath and picked up the tea.
I think of the little boy I met today, especially his amazing roast duck cooking skills, the hot and fragrant roast duck...
Mu Mingqiu gave an auntie smile.
"??? No," the private detective was confused as he looked at the information in his hand, "How would I know this?"
She thought that no one cared about this.
Generally speaking, in those stories where the protagonist runs away with the baby, the child is nominally a child, but isn’t it actually just an excuse to make the scumbag protagonist change his mind and make the white moonlight jealous? ? ?
At most, I can help my dad win his favor and slap the face of the scumbag, nothing else.
When they were collecting information, they didn't pay special attention to the details of the boy's life.
And...what does Mu Mingqiu want this information for?
After hearing that the private detective did not have more detailed information, Mu Mingqiu frowned.
Boom.
He put down his teacup heavily. "If we can't even collect the most important information, what's the use of you?"
The private detective felt a buzzing in his head.
Why is Young Master Mu acting out of the ordinary? ?
She tried to hold back, but couldn't help asking, "Cartoons, snacks, good friends, dreams...why do you need this information about boys?"
"Of course I need it." Mu Mingqiu said confidently, "How can I be a qualified stepfather if I don't understand these things?"
Private Detective: “…Ah?”
Wanjie Live Room: “…………Ah????”
In the bar booth.
Mu Mingqiu held his face in his hands and began to imagine the beautiful picture of living together with Lanlan in the future.
For example, when Lan Lan was making roast duck, he, as her stepfather, would help out;
For example, when Lan Lan was selling roast duck, he, as a stepfather, stood by to protect Lan Lan, holding a roast duck leg in his mouth;
For example, when Lan Lan accidentally fell down while carrying a roast duck, he, as a stepfather, quickly helped Lan Lan up. In order to thank him for his timely help, Lan Lan looked at him with gratitude with her big wet eyes and gave him the whole roast duck.
ah! How warm! How happy!
Mu Mingqiu felt like he was floating in the air as he imagined this beautiful dream-like scene.
The red-haired young master Zhang Yang was now surrounded by pink bubbles.
…The private detective’s mouth twitched as he watched from the side.
But I can't say anything.
After all, the most important thing in their line of work is to keep their mouths shut.
Yes, the moment he learned the truth, Mu Mingqiu had already planned everything.
He and Huo Ye got engaged almost two years ago, and Mu Mingqiu has always been indifferent to the engagement with the Huo family. This was an engagement arranged by the parents, and Mu Mingqiu did not object. Moreover, the Mu family and the Huo family could indeed maximize their benefits if they joined forces.
But as for Huo Ye, even though they grew up together, Mu Mingqiu couldn't say that he liked him at all. They were at most dining companions.
After hearing about Huo Ye's past deeds, Mu Mingqiu also sneered at his character.
...Huo Ye has a very bad character.
But what a blessing he is!
To have a son like Lanlan, Huo Ye must have used up all his luck in the past, present and next life. His ancestors must be very lucky to have such good fortune.
And for the first time in history, Mu Mingqiu began to feel fortunate that he and Huo Ye were engaged.
If Huo Ye could get custody of Lan Lan.
Then, as long as Mu Mingqiu and Huo Ye get married, Lanlan will become his stepson.
At this time, if Mu Mingqiu could report Huo Ye for tax evasion and send him to jail, then he would become Lan Lan's only legal guardian...
Thinking of this, Mu Mingqiu could no longer suppress his inner excitement and trembling.
He couldn't help but stood up, clenched his fists, and walked around in the booth twice:
"I am so lucky, I am such a lucky man, even I can't help but be jealous of myself, is this really true? Am I dreaming???"
At the same time, Wanjie live broadcast room.
Many viewers couldn't help but say the same thing as Mu Mingqiu.
But the tone is completely opposite.
Is this really true? Am I dreaming? ? ? ? 】
[A pure passerby, I have never seen this anchor in the "Genius Baby Three and a Half Years Old" section, how come he has fixed the first bug? 】
【Lanlan didn’t show off her cuteness in front of Mu Mingqiu? ? ! Why on earth is this?]
[It turns out that people will actually laugh when they are speechless]
[Mu Mingqiu is not only willing to be someone's stepfather, he even actively plans to send Huo Ye to prison so that he can raise Lan Lan alone. Who understands (covering his face)]
Tens of thousands of spectators collapsed, howled, and went crazy.
The comments were so numerous that it was almost impossible to make out the specific words.
The baby-showing section, which has always been warm and healing, has now become a mess.
…This crazy chaos started when the label "Mu Mingqiu related bugs fixed 100%" was posted in the live broadcast room.
In the past half hour, the audience watched the progress bar symbolizing the bug fixes climb rapidly from 5% to 80% in the blink of an eye, and finally reached full.
The entire audience was dumbfounded.
In the live broadcast rooms of other anchors, the young anchors tried their best to act cute and attract Mu Mingqiu's attention, but the highest was only 40%!
40% means that Mu Mingqiu is touched by the cub’s cuteness and is willing to consider the possibility of becoming the cub’s stepfather in the future.
100% is different.
This means that Mu Mingqiu is very eager and proactive, and is even willing to use all legal and illegal means to become the legal guardian of the baby...
In this live broadcast room, instead of being cute, Lan Lan skillfully set up a stall and sold roast duck for two days.
How could she conquer Mu Mingqiu so beautifully? !
[I was wondering how cute a cub would be needed to capture Mu Mingqiu. . . Speechless
[I believe this must be a coincidence, it must be because Mu Mingqiu himself is weird 5555 Don’t forget that in "Genius Baby" there are several other important characters besides Mu Mingqiu.]
[For example, Madam Huo, who has been fighting in the business world for so many years and is a very cunning old fox, was the one who used money to get rid of Ye Qingquan. She would never be bribed by a mere roast duck.]
[Of course, Mrs. Huo is not on the same level as the others. No one can shake the cute little anchors, not to mention Lan Lan who is obsessed with setting up stalls.]
[Don’t panic, Peking duck is no match for cuteness]
[But... Mu Mingqiu was conquered by the roast duck. Why did I taste a trace of rationality in this madness?]
[+1, cuteness alone cannot completely impress people, but cuteness plus the temptation of this top-notch roast duck is a winner! 】
[But we are in the baby-showing zone ah ah ah]
Looking at the layers of barrage in the live broadcast room, Yu Ming smiled slightly and changed his small account to smash a luxury cruise ship.
Ignorant human beings, you still have no idea of Boss Jian’s power!
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Aunt Wang wrapped the roast duck in three layers of plastic bags, stuffed it into her coat, and sneaked back to her own store.
Their street specializes in small businesses such as tobacco, alcohol, curtain fabrics, and mahjong halls.
Apart from a few tables of customers playing cards in the mahjong hall, there are not many customers on weekday afternoons. Most of the shop owners are outside playing chess and chatting in the sun.
The neighbors who were chatting saw Aunt Wang coming back, and they all came up to her curiously, rubbing their hands:
"Aunt, you're back!"
"You didn't really buy the roast duck from that three-year-old kid, did you? Did you buy the roast duck? Was it delicious?"
"That thing you're holding in your arms is a roast duck, right? Aunt, please show it to us."
"If it's really good-looking and delicious, we can help support his business tomorrow, right?"
Today, the neighbors saw the little boy returning the same way forty minutes after he set up his stall, but this time the little boy did not have a sad face, but looked cheerful instead.
But selling twenty roast ducks in forty minutes? No one believes it.
The most likely possibility is that the little boy sold two or three roast ducks because his performance was better than yesterday. When the time was up, he got bored and happily closed his stall and went home.
Maybe the little boy has only Aunt Wang as a client.
... "You guys, help his business?"
Aunt Wang sneered and said nothing.
I guess they still think that Boss Xiaolan’s roast duck is unsaleable!
Not to mention the slow sales, the competition for roast duck will probably be even more intense tomorrow. Even if they want to buy it, they may not be able to get it.
Of course, no one believed what Aunt Wang said at this time.
Many of us brought stools and sat in front of our own shops, craning our necks to look at the roast duck in Aunt Wang's arms:
"Why wrap yourself up so tightly?"
"Yeah, we are all curious about what the roast duck sold by the three-year-old boss looks like."
"We'll just watch and not do anything."
The little boy's tricycle selling roast duck had passed by their street many times, but to be honest, either the roast duck was not cooked on the way there, or on the way back he announced that the roast duck was sold out. No one had ever seen what the roast duck looked like, and their curiosity reached its peak at this time.
Aunt Wang is well-known among her neighbors for her hospitality. She will enthusiastically share with everyone what dishes she has cooked at home and what delicious food she has brought back from her hometown.
Everyone naturally thought that this time would be the same.
What’s more, it’s such a big roast duck!
Can Aunt Wang and her family finish it?
However, to everyone's surprise, Aunt Wang not only did not open the packaging bag of the roast duck, but instead bent down and hugged the roast duck even tighter!
"Don't even think about touching my roast duck!" she said coldly.
That posture was like holding a rare treasure.
...It took her a lot of effort to wrap the roast duck like this so that it wouldn't leak out too much of the aroma.
Otherwise, what would happen if she came back with such a delicious roast duck? Wouldn’t this group of people have divided up her roast duck? !
Human nature cannot be put to the test in front of Boss Xiaolan’s roast duck.
Thinking of this, Aunt Wang hugged the roast duck tightly, without saying anything to anyone, and turned back to her own store.
boom!
She even pulled down the automatic door of the store to block out the prying eyes of outsiders.
Everyone was stunned.
"It's just a roast duck, what's the big deal?" "When did Aunt Wang become so stingy?" "Is the roast duck really that delicious?"
Especially Mr. Li from the tobacco and alcohol store who was knocked to the ground by Aunt Wang. He lit a cigarette, rubbed his butt, and said sarcastically:
"I think she is just being mysterious! The roast duck might be flat and hollow, and taste terrible. She is playing a double act with that three-year-old kid to trick you all into buying roast duck!"
Everyone: “…”
Uncle, you think too highly of a three-year-old child.
If that kid can come up with such a high-end strategy, wouldn't it be a waste of his talent to sell roast duck?
However, since Aunt Wang didn't want to show it to anyone, everyone decided not to make things difficult for themselves.
They discussed for a few minutes and then went back to their respective stalls and shops to continue basking in the sun and playing with their phones.
This calmness lasted until the evening of that day.
Like every day before, today's streets are busy and peaceful.
Today, a rare guest came to Sister Huang’s mahjong parlor.
——Although Sister Huang’s mahjong parlor is small, one or two big money men would come from time to time. Every time a big money man came, Sister Huang would make sure to lower the curtains and close the door tightly so that not even a little bit of news would leak out.
Seeing the Bentley parked in the small parking lot outside Sister Huang's door, the neighbors exchanged glances and whispered for a while:
"Who is this big shot this time? I saw the bodyguard, and I also happened to see a bracelet on the big shot's hand. It was quite green!"
"This Bentley, wow," someone flipped through a car magazine, "it's going straight into eight figures, my God."
"Every time someone comes, Sister Huang covers herself up so well that those who know her would think that some important person is playing mahjong at her house, while those who don't would think that she is secretly carrying out some illegal activities in there."
"...I don't know why those wealthy people in the upper class who make hundreds of millions of dollars in a blink of an eye would be interested in this small mahjong parlor. In their own manor villas, they can have as many mahjong tables as they want, right?"
"Remembering the past brings back memories. Even though people have become more prosperous, they still miss the hustle and bustle of our streets and alleys."
"Yeah, yeah, don't try to guess what the boss is thinking."
After discussing for a while, everyone went home.
After all, it’s not the first time.
In the evening, every household lit up the lights and started cooking. The aroma and steam of food wafted out from every household.
They are all ordinary people, and the dishes they cook are also ordinary home-cooked dishes, such as stir-fried meat with green peppers, stewed cabbage with tofu, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, etc. The gentle smell of the wok fills the streets and alleys.
Uncle Li from the tobacco and liquor store was also cooking. He had a cigarette in his mouth and put an iron pan at the door, stir-frying spicy chicken over high heat.
Uncle Li worked as a professional chef when he was young, and later switched to selling cigarettes when he got older, but his skills have not declined.
The rich, spicy aroma of the spicy chicken wafted in the wind, with a tendency to overpower the aroma of other dishes.
Many neighbors couldn't help but turn around and flatter Uncle Li:
"Uncle Li's cooking skills are incredible!" "It smells so good." "Uncle Li is indeed the Nanbowan of our street food."
Uncle Li's chest gradually straightened up, and he lost himself in the casual praises from the neighbors.
After another beautiful flip of the wok that drew rounds of applause, Uncle Li wiped his sweat and got carried away. He deliberately said loudly: "Cooking skills! It takes years of polishing and training. Only after years of accumulation can you produce results. Do you understand? If you don't carve jade, you won't be able to make it into a useful tool."
"So I say, that three-year-old kid setting up a stall to sell roast duck is pure nonsense!"
Uncle Li's tobacco shop and Aunt Wang's convenience store happen to be facing each other. The two have been bickering every day for many years. Although they don't say it explicitly, anyone with a discerning eye can see that they are in a tit-for-tat posture.
If Aunt Wang supports Little Blue Roast Duck, he will oppose it.
It was the same at this time. Uncle Li spoke very loudly, and he was clearly speaking to the door of Aunt Wang's house.
Everyone was nervous, wondering how Aunt Wang would respond.
Won't the two of them quarrel?
However, the situation that everyone worried about did not happen.
Aunt Wang did not respond.
Everyone thought that Aunt Wang was going to swallow her anger and keep quiet.
Uncle Li thought the same thing. He flipped the pot and started to show off: "Haha, you coward, my spicy chicken is so delicious, how can her roast duck compare?"
And just at this moment.
A rich aroma of roast duck was wafting out from the crack of the door of Aunt Wang's store with a domineering and sweeping momentum...
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