Chapter 1506 Little Mochi’s Impromptu Performance

The French magnate realized that things had suddenly gone awry. More than the painful b.u.mp on his forehead, he was more afraid of offending anyone in this room.

Although he was a veritable billionaire and respected almost wherever he went, that was mainly because of the company that he founded with his now-deceased partner. If his company failed the review next year and lost its members.h.i.+p in Cross Academy"s exclusive business network, then his company"s shares would lose a lot of value. His billionaire status would be in danger then.

This was why he was doing everything to ingratiate himself to this group. Once he learned that Sir Lu had invited many of his old friends, he used his connections to attend today"s gathering.

He chose Liam Jin (Jin Liwei) as the easiest target because, like him, the man wasn"t a Cross Academy student or alumnus. He thought that by advising Liam about juicy topics, the Asian billionaire would feel closer to him. He never expected that the opposite would happen.

His face and neck heated up under the other men"s judgmental and accusing gazes. Each of these men was even wealthier and more powerful than him, especially the Cross Academy alumni.

Little Matcha shrieked in his father"s arms, looking like he still wanted to have another go at the Frenchman.

"Jin Lingyu, that"s enough," Jin Liwei told his son in a firm tone.

Little Matcha looked extremely unwilling, but he still obeyed his father. He went silent but his expression told another story.

If looks could kill, then the French magnate would—never mind. Little Matcha was still a baby and even his glare looked adorable. n.o.body would die from it.

Now the baby was sulking because his father reprimanded him in front of others. Little Matcha was just protecting his father, yet why was he the one scolded?

He couldn"t bear the injustice. His lips trembled. His eyes watered.

Seeing this, Jin Liwei panicked a little inside, but his expression remained cold and intimidating. He was about to hurry out of the room, planning to comfort his son first before dealing with the French magnate, but his other son beat him to it.

"Cha cha, yah yah yah!" (Matcha, don"t cry!) Little Mochi reached up to his twin brother in their father"s arms, but their father was too tall. He couldn"t reach his brother at all.

He looked around and saw a golden toy microphone among their presents. He picked it up and called out to his brother.

"Yah, Cha cha!" (Look at me, Matcha!)

Little Matcha"s attention was soon diverted. He watched his twin brother with teary eyes and pouting lips, waiting to see what Little Mochi planned to do.

Everyone also watched Little Mochi with interest.

Even Grandpa Lu stopped glaring at the Frenchman to focus on his great-grandbaby instead.

Little Mochi struck a cool pose—he thought it was cool, but in the eyes of those watching him, it was cute instead. He closed his eyes before slowly lifting the mic to his mouth. Next, he raised his hand and pointed it at the ceiling. Then he opened his eyes.

"Yah yah yah~ Yayayaya! Yaaaaaaaah~"

Little Mochi started singing in baby babbles while shaking his body, wriggling like an itchy worm, dancing to the beat of the music that only he could hear.

"Hehehe." Little Matcha soon giggled.

The others also started laughing including the French magnate, but Grandpa Lu glared at them, silently warning them not to make his precious great-grandbaby feel embarra.s.sed.

Little Mochi didn"t notice at all. He was too absorbed in his impromptu performance.

Jin Liwei"s lips curled up, amus.e.m.e.nt filling his eyes. He recognized some of his son"s rough, clumsy movements as steps in one of his wife"s performances.

Within his arms, Little Matcha had already forgotten about his earlier feelings of fury and injustice. He rested his head on his father"s shoulder while watching his twin brother"s performance, giggling and laughing.

"Yah yah…YAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

After his performance, Little Mochi glanced at everyone for a couple of seconds before performing a shaky curtsy bow. Unfortunately, his feet were still too unstable. He stumbled and fell on his b.u.t.t.

He was about to cry but heard everyone"s applause. He looked around and saw Daddy, Great-Grandpa Lu, and the new grandpas and uncles all clapping and cheering for him.

"Hehehe." He beamed and glanced at his twin brother.

The twins looked at each other and laughed.

Little Mochi clapped for himself, loving all the attention. But most importantly, he was happy that his twin brother finally stopped crying and started smiling again.

Then he looked at his father, obviously waiting for praise.

Jin Liwei chuckled. He walked to his eldest twin son and rubbed the baby"s fluffy head.

"Good job, Jin Haoyu."

Little Mochi beamed, showing off his two-and-a-half teeth.

"Oh no! I forgot to take a video!" Grandpa Lu suddenly said.

From behind the group, a slightly nerdy new billionaire raised a hand. "I…I took a video…."

"What?!" Grandpa Lu immediately marched to the younger man. "Really? Let this old man see!"

The nerdy billionaire handed his phone to the old man.

"Bahahaha! You did well! Thanks!" Grandpa Lu was delighted and "patted" the younger man"s back.

The nerdy billionaire almost puked out his lungs. But he pretended to be okay, adjusting his now crooked eyegla.s.ses with trembling fingers. He didn"t want to appear weak in front of this group of powerful men.

"Y-you"re very"—cough—"welcome, Sir Lu."

While the grandpas were admiring Little Mochi"s video performance on the phone, Jin Liwei carried both of his sons in his embrace. Then he faced the French magnate with a cold expression.

This time, Little Matcha no longer paid the man any attention. He was wholly focused on Little Mochi. The twins were too busy babbling with each other, seemingly talking about what happened.

"First of all, I want you to know that I don"t appreciate your talk about keeping mistresses," Jin Liwei said in a clear voice.

The other men in the room all went silent as they strained their ears trying to listen to the conversation.