Huh? Are villainous bosses this easy to flirt with?

Chapter 150: One sentence kills the conversation.

On the wide and bright streets of City A, a dazzling array of luxury cars lined up one after another, their bodies gleaming with a cool and luxurious metallic sheen, all speeding in the same direction.

In the center of the long convoy, a white Lincoln stood out, and Xie Qing was sitting in it.

The carriage was quiet. Xie Qing leaned back in the soft seat and didn't ask a single question.

Her beautiful and alluring eyes gazed out the car window as she leisurely and elegantly admired the scenery along the way, seemingly without any concern for what might happen next.

The old butler, dressed in a sharp black suit, sat upright on one side of the car seat, his hands folded on his lap, every movement revealing the meticulousness and discipline he had cultivated over a long period of time.

He seemed to be staring intently ahead, but every now and then, with a very quick and imperceptible movement, he would slightly turn his head and glance at Xie Qing sitting next to him out of the corner of his eye.

In his mind, Xie Qing should be nervous and uneasy in the face of this unknown situation, and his expression might even be mixed with panic.

Xie Qing remained calm and composed from the moment she got into the car, exuding a sense of leisure as if she were strolling through her own backyard.

Not only did he show no signs of tension, but he was also calm and composed.

This made him feel more favorably toward Xie Qing.

The old butler coughed lightly, breaking the silence, and said, "Your name is Xie Qing, right?"

“I know you must be very curious about why my husband sent me to invite you.”

The tone was as if posing an enticing riddle, certain that Xie Qing would be eager to find the answer.

Xie Qing turned her head upon hearing the sound, a slight smile playing on her lips, and casually uttered, "Actually, I'm not that curious either."

One sentence killed the conversation.

"..."

The old butler's initial goodwill vanished completely after he took the initiative to speak and was even humiliated.

I was originally thinking of giving the other person some pointers, but now it seems unnecessary.

Seeing the other person's angry expression, Xie Qing's eyes flashed with a slight smile, and she changed her tune, "Alright, I'm quite curious too." "..."

The stern old man, angered by Xie Qing's contradictory answers, lost his composure and snorted coldly, "Just because you're curious, does that mean I have to tell you?"

Xie Qing wasn't angry. She said calmly, "Oh, never mind then," and turned her head back to look out the car window.

"..."

The carriage returned to silence. The old butler, recalling what he had just said, felt his face burning hot.

Why is he arguing with a junior? Why is he getting more and more regressive as he gets older?

After a while, the old butler cleared his throat, regained his composure and dignity, and took the initiative to save face, saying...

"Young people are often incoherent and have erratic thinking. As an elder, I won't hold what happened to you."

He paused, straightened his back, placed his hands on his lap, and regained some of his usual seriousness. "Since you're curious, I'll tell you."

Xie Qing's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as she slowly turned her head back, adopting an expression of being all ears.

“My master has some reservations about you becoming the head of the family’s wife, and his attitude is far from satisfactory.”

"He wanted to investigate your background but was stopped by the head of the family, so he wants to see for himself what kind of person you really are."

He could completely bewitch his rigorously trained successor.

Xie nodded slightly, indicating that he was listening.

“The master is stubborn; once he makes up his mind, nothing can change it. You’re sure to suffer a bit when you go to the old house this time.”

"So I advise you, it's best not to go against him, it won't do you any good."

Xie Qing smiled brightly, "He is Tingting's grandfather, so he is also my grandfather. Naturally, I won't go against him."

The old steward was momentarily unsure whether to be shocked by Xie Qing's affectionate address to the family head or by the other party's shameless act of acknowledging him as his grandfather.

His lips moved slightly, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Xie Qing, however, asked familiarly, "By the way, what's your name?"

The old butler had a cold and serious expression, but he answered honestly, "Qi Min, the butler of the Huo residence."

Xie Qing nodded with a faint smile on her lips, "Yes, Butler Qi, thank you for your reminder."

……

Outside the car window, the scenery was like a rapidly unfolding scroll painting. The tall buildings receded from view, and what came into view were endless rows of tall trees, with lush foliage, vibrant greenery, and a burst of vitality.

After a long drive of more than an hour, the grand convoy slowly came to a stop in front of an antique-style mansion—the Huo family's old residence.

As soon as Xie Qing got out of the car, she was greeted by three tall and majestic vermilion gates and imposing stone lions.

The two pillars in front of the gate are particularly eye-catching, with exquisite carvings on them—dragons and phoenixes symbolizing good fortune, peonies representing wealth and nobility, and qilin offering auspiciousness. Every line is smooth, natural, and lifelike.

The entire mansion is magnificent and awe-inspiring, inspiring awe just by looking at it.

The old butler, Qi Min, turned slightly to the side and raised his hand to Xie Qing in a "please" gesture.

Xie Qing raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips, and followed Qi Min inside without any psychological pressure.

The two walked at the front of the group, with a group of bodyguards following closely behind, never leaving their side.

About twenty minutes later, Xie Qing followed Butler Qi into the main hall of the Huo residence, where bodyguards stood guard outside.

The moment he stepped in, it was as if he had triggered some hidden mechanism. The previously whispering hall fell silent instantly, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes, as if drawn by an invisible thread, all turned to look at him.

Their eyes met, and it seemed as if countless scrutinizing gazes were interwoven into an invisible net.

Surrounded by numerous gazes, the elderly man with gray hair, sitting in the main seat, had particularly sharp eyes.

His gaze was filled with a strong sense of pressure and inquiry, as if he wanted to dissect Xie Qing's soul completely.

This scene... looks quite intimidating at first glance.

Qi Min led Xie Qing to the main hall and, as always, stood guard beside Huo Qiming, like a loyal knight, ready to be at his beck and call.

Huo Qiming's aged eyes, sunken deep in their sockets, resembled two unfathomable pools as he looked at Xie Qing standing in the center of the main hall without saying a word.

It was the others present who couldn't hold back any longer.

There was a man who looked to be in his early fifties. He was overweight, with his chin slightly raised and his eyes full of disdain.

He sized Xie Qing up and down, his tone laced with undisguised arrogance, "You're Xie Qing?"

Xie Qing: "What advice do you have?"

The man let out a short, mocking laugh, his gaze sweeping over Xie Qing's face.

"That kid Yun Ting is infatuated with you, is it just because of your face?"

He continued, "That's true. After all, you're just an actor. Besides your face, you really don't have anything else to offer."

Xie Qing smiled brightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "I can't compare to you. You're fat and big-eared. You must have eaten too much pig feed to get all that fat."

The others present: "..."