I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

It seems that the second young lady has planned this operation quite meticulously.

"So what's my next task?"

"Well, as for what happens next..." Koleta tilted her head slightly, tapping her chin with her finger, pausing thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "There are no other specific arrangements for now, so just wait for my notification. Oh, by the way..."

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you? I know a restaurant that recently hired a chef from Huanglong. I remember you're from Huanglong, would you like to go and try some hometown flavors?"

We absolutely have to go!

It's rare for the boss to personally treat us to a meal.

Uh, okay.

This is the second time the boss has treated us to a meal.

"really?"

"Of course. As I said, the Motari family never mistreats those who have made contributions."

"thank you boss!"

"Just call me Second Miss."

"Yes boss!"

"So... well, whatever, do as you please. I'll send you my location, come over yourself."

……

……

theater.

Giacomo Fachibina stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of red wine in his hand, listening to his subordinates' report.

"Master, the number of visitors to the theater today far exceeded our expectations." The subordinate bowed slightly, his tone filled with surprise and awe. "You should know that the orchestra performing on stage today is just making its first public performance. Normally, there is no reason to attract such a large audience."

Giacomo gently swirled the crystal-clear wine glass in his hand. The crimson liquid inside, like a pool of flowing blood, shimmered with an eerie and captivating light under the lamp.

His lips curled up slightly, forming a cold smile.

"Ah, people aren't here for this unknown band. What they're really interested in is the young lady from the Motari family."

"If it weren't for her heavy investment behind the scenes, pouring in a lot of money and effort, how could this band have achieved such popularity and attracted so many people?"

"It seems I really underestimated this young lady's charm."

The subordinate looked up at him cautiously: "Then, Master, regarding the upcoming cooperation..."

“Of course we should cooperate!” Giacomo said. “This is a great opportunity to make money.”

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and asked a question.

"By the way, have they made any moves regarding the Mortals?"

"Based on current intelligence, there is no such possibility." The subordinate shook his head and said, "The Motari family has already classified Ettore's death as an accident."

"Really? That's good." Giacomo breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this reply. "The young lady of the Motari family is nothing more than a gun to be manipulated. I don't think she can cause any trouble. From now on, just proceed according to plan."

Volume 1: Chapter 15 Are you dating?

When Duanmu Yan arrived late, Koleta simply picked up the teacup in front of her, took a small sip of the enticingly colored black tea, and showed no sign of reproach.

—Be elegant.

This was the first lesson in life that her grandfather taught her, and she has always kept it in mind and incorporated it into every little detail of her life.

"Are you hungry?" Koleta put down her delicate teacup, looked up at Duanmu Yan across from her who seemed a little uneasy, and smiled gently. "Don't feel too guilty. Just treat this meal as an ordinary dinner and relax and enjoy it."

Soft music drifted gently in the air, swaying in the dim light.

This was the first time Duanmu Yan had ever been to such a high-end place.

Although he appeared very calm, some subtle movements still betrayed his inner tension and unease.

It seems that they are afraid that their subconscious actions will attract criticism from others.

Although Duanmu Yan doesn't care about others' opinions of him in his daily life and work, when he's out and about—especially in this special occasion—even if it's not for his own sake, he still has to consider his boss's reputation.

Sigh, this is what happens when you get used to being treated like a beast of burden.

Even after get off work, I can't help but think about the company and my boss.

“I don’t know what you like to eat, so I haven’t ordered yet.” Koleta clapped her hands lightly, and the waiter next to her immediately handed the menu to Duanmu Yan. “However, I’m not very familiar with Huanglong’s cuisine. In that case, you can order.”

"Shall I take it?" Duanmu Yan asked hesitantly as he took the menu.

“Of course.” Coleta nodded slightly.

After receiving Colette's permission, Duanmu Yan, filled with curiosity, opened the menu in his hand.

After examining it carefully for a while, he couldn't help but frown.

Huh? Huh? Huh?

What are these?

Steamed lotus root?

Isn't it just steamed egg?

He actually dared to sell me a copy for 1500?

Who's selling eggs for 1500 coins?

And then there's this gathering of heroes—a meeting of pure radishes.

Koleta seemed to notice his unusual behavior and took the initiative to ask, "What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied?"

Duanmu Yan was staring at the menu in his hand. Upon hearing this, he put down the menu, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of it. His eyes revealed a hint of hesitation and struggle, as he didn't know how to explain it to Koleta.

Finally, he pursed his lips, pondering how to express himself in the most tactful way possible.

"Uh, nothing..."

"The dishes here, while not as outrageous as heating a pineapple on a pizza, are still..."

"But?" A hint of curiosity flashed in Koleta's eyes, and she leaned forward unconsciously, asking with great interest, "But what?"

Duanmu Yan remained silent for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts or trying to muster his courage.

After a while, he slowly spoke: "It feels like they've sold tomato stew at a price that doesn't belong to it, which is hard to accept."

“Oh, I see.” Coleta nodded slightly, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes. “You mean, a premium? That’s normal. The location and style of this restaurant mean that its costs will be higher than ordinary restaurants, so naturally there will be a premium. You don’t need to worry about that. Just order according to your own preferences.”

Since Koleta has said so, Duanmu Yan has no reason to refuse any longer.

"By the way, Miss Coleta," Duanmu Yan asked her, "do you prefer sweet or spicy food?"

Koleta seemed thoughtful, then rested her chin on her hand and looked at him meaningfully: "As for taste, I don't actually have many preferences, but the same food has completely different meanings when eaten with different people. For example, there's a saying in my family... only when we've shared a bottle of honeydew or eaten a slice of orange pie together can we truly be considered family. How about we try it together next time?"

Duanmu Yan: "?"

Why does that sentence sound a little strange?

Am I thinking too much?

Just then, amidst the melodious music playing in the restaurant, a discordant sound of footsteps broke in.

A middle-aged man suddenly appeared beside Koleta. He was tall and straight, yet exuded a cold and hard aura. His steps were steady and powerful, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

Behind him, like shadows, followed two glass-wielding swordsmen—the unique voices and bodies of the Motari family.

"Colette, what are you doing here?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed intently on Coleta.

His voice was deep and carried an unquestionable tone.

"I'm just having dinner with a friend." Collita picked up her black tea, gently closed her eyes, took a sip, and then said leisurely, "Would you like to join us, Uncle?"

The man whom Koleta called her uncle turned his head slightly, his gaze like a sharp sword shooting towards Duanmu Yan sitting opposite him—it wasn't so much an observation as a scrutiny.

Duanmu Yan knew this man.

His name is Coppola Motari, the biological son of the current head of the Motari family—in fact, in the eyes of many, he has already become the heir to the Motari family headship.

However, this scrutinizing gaze still made Duanmu Yan feel disgusted.

The longer he stayed in Laguna, the more he disliked the manners of these nobles.

Whether it's a small family or a large family.

When they look at others, they always carry an innate arrogance and haughtiness.

—Coletta is an outlier among them.

"Friends?" Coppola narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of undisguised doubt on his face. "I don't recall you ever having dinner with other men. Tell me, what exactly is your relationship?"

“Who knows?” Koleta’s lips curled up slightly, forming a faint smile, her tone casual as if she were talking about a trivial matter. “Whatever Uncle thinks our relationship is, that’s what our relationship is.”

Coppola was clearly displeased by Coleta's remarks, but he merely frowned and did not react.

"I understand, you're at the age where you're just starting to experience romantic feelings."

"If being with him helps you relax your tense nerves, then I don't object to you associating with him."

He paused, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Koleta and Duanmu Yan, before continuing.

“I know that your family has put too much pressure on you, and I don’t want to interfere too much in your private life. After all, you also need some space and happiness of your own.”

"However, I will find a suitable time to discuss this matter with my father."

"You need to understand that as the esteemed second young lady of the Motari family, your marriage is not something you can decide on your own. It involves the interests and reputation of the family and cannot be taken lightly."

"When the time comes, we'll pick a time to bring him to meet his father."

After saying that, Coppola turned and left.

Duanmu Yan: "?"

what's the situation?

I came here for a meal, how did I inexplicably become a live-in son-in-law?

Volume One: Chapter Sixteen This is part of the plan

Duanmu Yan stared blankly at Coppola's receding figure until it disappeared from sight.

After a long while, he slowly turned his head, his eyes still somewhat dazed, and looked at Koleta in front of him.

what's the situation?

What's going on?

Did I misunderstand something, or did they misunderstand something?

As for Koleta, she did not rush to answer Duanmu Yan's many questions.

She maintained her innate elegance, her slender hands gently holding the exquisite teacup, slowly sipping the enticing black tea, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

"It was just an unexpected interlude." After a moment, Koleta put down her teacup, her voice gentle and calm. "Don't worry about it, let's continue. As for Grandfather, I'll take you to see him when the time is right."

"?"

No?

Miss, are you serious?

So you're going to meet my parents?

Isn't this progress too fast?

We're not officially dating yet.

After all that, it turns out the boss wasn't impressed by my abilities.

Is it because you've taken a liking to me as a person?

But then I thought, if Koleta really had those kinds of feelings for me, there must have been some clues when we were together.

For example, she might occasionally unconsciously reveal a shy expression, or her words might carry a hint of subtle ambiguity...

However, in their daily interactions and conversations, this pampered young lady behaved perfectly normally, without any sign of anything amiss.