Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan - Chapter 16
Chapter 16: Sixth Lord
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
The trio’s faces revealed little emotion.
He Huai quirked his mouth, “No wonder your dad dared to bring her home, and your mom even agreed.”
In reality, it was probably like keeping a pet.
A girl couldn’t compete for inheritance, so naturally, she posed no threat.
“Ah Qian, how’s your new sister?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is she good-looking? Does she have a great figure?”
Only He Huai would ask such a boring question.
Shen Qian’s movements paused, his card hung mid-air before landing on the table a couple of seconds later. Without lifting his eyelids, he replied, “Tall, slim.”
He Huai’s interest sparked, and he probed, “How tall? How slim?”
“Above 1.7 meters, around 40 to 45 kilograms.”
Qin Zeyan arched an eyebrow, “Isn’t that like a bamboo pole?”
A rare smile curled at the corner of Shen Qian’s mouth as the image of a slender and graceful girl flickered through his mind. Indeed, she resembled a bamboo pole.
Song Lin witnessed this, a fleeting trace of surprise crossing his expression before vanishing.
He Huai’s eyes gleamed with excitement. He didn’t fancy voluptuous women; instead, he had a preference for the slender type. If only she had a pure and innocent face…
Just the thought of it made his breath hitch, his body heating up.
“Um… What does your sister look like?”
Shen Qian frowned, whether he was dissatisfied with the girl’s appearance or with He Huai’s question, he uttered a single word —
“Ugly.”
He Huai’s smile immediately faded, his enthusiasm dashed.
After finishing the round, Song Lin collected the cards. “It’s getting late.”
Qin Zeyan suggested, “Should we continue the night at a bar?”
“Not for me.” Shen Qian picked up his coat. “I have a meeting tomorrow.”
“Alright, then let’s disperse.”
Leaving the private room and passing through the corridor, they coincidentally saw the club manager nodding and bowing as he exited another room, comically wiping his sweat with his sleeve. When he spotted the four young masters, his drooping smile immediately lifted, and he hastened forward —
“Mr. Shen, Mr. He, Mr. Qin, Mr. Song, did you have a good time?”
“Manager Xiao, look at you all sweaty like that. Is there a ferocious beast in there?” He Huai playfully taunted.
Unexpectedly, his attempt at humor didn’t land well; instead, it seemed to have frightened the manager.
“Mr. He, my dear little ancestor! Could you lower your voice a bit…”
He Huai furrowed his brow, “Is there really a ferocious beast in there?”
The manager was afraid he might say something that the person inside would hear, so he directly revealed the identity, “It’s Sixth Lord!”
He Huai fell silent instantly.
Even Shen Qian, Song Lin, and Qin Zeyan all retracted their jesting attitudes, replacing them with a respectful demeanor.
In Ning City, the only one who was truly powerful enough to be referred to as the “Sixth Lord” was none other than the one they were thinking of.
No wonder the manager was so cautious.
“Um…” He Huai cleared his throat, “So it’s my sixth uncle in there.”
He Huai’s father, He Hongye, shared a close friendship with Sixth Lord Quan and was the fourth son in their family. This was why He Huai’s use of “uncle” was accurate.
Manager Xiao clearly understood this relationship as well. His eyes flickered, and he suggested, “How about you go in and say hello?”
Shen Qian’s brows and eyes twitched slightly.
Song Lin suddenly felt the urge to smoke.
Qin Zeyan, on the other hand, had no extra reaction.
As for He Huai, the mere thought of his formidable uncle sent a chill down his spine, causing his upper and lower teeth to collide, nearly nipping his lip.
Merely contemplating it was already so daunting. How much more overwhelming would it be to actually meet him face to face?
“No, no, no…” He Huai’s hands waved frantically. “If my sixth uncle is here, it must be for something crucial. It wouldn’t be right to interrupt him.”
Manager Xiao nodded. “Alright then.” He wanted to show some respect to Young Master He. Since he declined, it wouldn’t be right to insist.
Shen Qian’s gaze grew darker.
Song Lin had no desire for a smoke.
Right as the group was getting ready to depart, the firmly shut door of the private room unexpectedly slid open from within…
