You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family

Chapter 169

"Oh, this?"

Qi Shaobai leaned back in his chair, his innate unruly face taking on a gentle look as he laughed softly.

"The note you gave me suits very well, doesn't it?"

Sheng Mumu: "......"

It was more than just suitable.

It was practically identical to the way she wrote notes about people.

Thinking of the "Dream Fulfiller" lying quietly in her WeChat contacts, Sheng Mumu casually raised an eyebrow:

"Ok, I said I wouldn't forget what I promised, don't worry. The Lego set is on its way and I'll have it for you in a couple days."

Hearing the reply he wanted, joy flashed through Qi Shaobai's eyes. Finally, he was able to focus on eating breakfast.

He ladled some porridge into a bowl for himself and drank directly from it without using a spoon.

But as soon as it entered his mouth, his brows knitted together instantly.

"Why is it so sweet?"

He looked to Butler Zhang beside him and asked:

"Did you put in too much sugar?"

"......" Butler Zhang's gaze shifted between the two people at the table.

He thought to himself, what's with this whole family?

Should he notify the kitchen from now on to not add any sugar when cooking for the young missus and young master?

They seem capable of "creating sugar from nothing".

"Oh right, Little Qi."

Sheng Mumu suddenly called out to him.

Qi Shaobai put down the porridge and casually grabbed a piece of bread. "Hmm?"

"You went to bed at four last night, right?" Sheng Mumu narrowed her eyes slightly, casually asking.

"Yeah, why?"

Sheng Mumu gently softened her tone, "Did you hear any noises before you fell asleep?"

Last night, they had made quite a bit of noise against the door of the master bedroom.

When she jerked her hand back, Qi Mo pressed it down, pounding the door.

The master bedroom was right above Qi Shaobai's room downstairs. She was worried Little Qi might have heard something.

Making loud dull thuds against a door late at night.

It didn't seem like something good people would do.

Although she and Qi Mo had only shared kisses and nothing more.

Still...Little Qi was in high school after all, it wouldn't be good if he heard.

"Noises?"

Qi Shaobai's brow quirked as he asked back:

"I was doing homework with headphones on so didn't notice anything. What noises?"

Sheng Mumu observed Qi Shaobai's expression closely.

Confirming that there was nothing off about Qi Shaobai's face and his eyes shone with innocent ignorance, she smiled.

"Nothing much, congratulations on passing the test."

"......Huh?" Qi Shaobai's eyes became even more clear.

"I just wanted to test whether you really were doing homework last night."

Qi Shaobai: "......"

Adults really play strange games...

*

Strangely, previously even though Sheng Mumu knew Qi Mo's real age was thirty-two, subconsciously she always thought of him as thirty-eight.

Because he always wore a suit and tie, exuding a steady, mature aura all over.

But after the two had confirmed their relationship, this gradually changed bit by bit.

Recently, Sheng Mumu had started doubting in the opposite direction.

Was this man really thirty-two?

What if he had lied about his age?

Do mature thirty-two year old career men act so clingy when they start a relationship?

In the past week, anytime he didn't have work matters or social banquets to attend, he would without fail come pick her up from her company downstairs.

Rain or shine.

That day.

Sheng Mumu still had ten minutes until she was off work.

Her phone buzzed, receiving a message.

"Qi Mo: I'm here."

Not wanting him to wait idly downstairs, Sheng Mumu left the company a few minutes early.

Stepping out of the revolving doors of the office building, she immediately spotted Qi Mo in the crowds.

Leaning casually against his car, his suit crisp and neat.

His cold, fair skin was draped in the remaining glow of the sunset, his side profile strikingly handsome.

The corners of his mouth curved up in a faint smile, his gaze cast into the distance, posture lazy and casual.

As if waiting was an extremely amusing thing to do.

His distinguished temperament formed a sharp contrast with the office workers around him rushing hurriedly to the subway.

He stood out as if he didn't belong.

Sheng Mumu quickened her pace and walked towards him.

Just then he turned his head, and saw her.

The dark depths of his eyes instantly lit up with laughter.

As Sheng Mumu drew near, the man opened the passenger door for her, then circled to the other side to get in himself.

He didn't start the car right away.

Instead he leaned over to buckle her seatbelt for her.

A series of familiar motions he had down pat.

By now, Sheng Mumu had gradually grown used to his attentive care.

At first, she would say it wasn't necessary and that she could do it herself since she had hands.

But each time, just as she was about to reach for the seatbelt, her wrist would be grabbed and pressed down by the man.

The disparity in strength between men and women was obvious to begin with, and Qi Mo was the type of man who diligently kept up with fitness.

She didn't even think about trying to break free of his large hand.

She could only allow the man to lean halfway over, easily pulling the seatbelt over with one sweep of his arm and buckling it securely.

This posture caused the distance between them to suddenly shrink.

His steady breaths lightly brushed her forehead, ticklish.

At times like this, Sheng Mumu would always have the vague feeling,

That if she insisted on not letting him buckle her seatbelt, maybe the next second, that man who had a wolf caged in his heart, would press her directly down onto the car seat.

"What do you want to eat?"

Qi Mo's magnetic, gentle voice snapped Sheng Mumu's drifting thoughts back.

"Barbecue," Sheng Mumu answered without missing a beat. "Heng Long Building 3rd floor, called...Ah, what was it called again...I just memorized it firmly this afternoon."

Amusement crept into the man's eyes as he chuckled lowly,

"Alright, let me look it up and get us a queue number online."

After he finished speaking, he opened up the food review app on his phone that he had just downloaded less than a week ago.

In the past week, they had only eaten dinner at home twice.

The rest of the time they were always trying different restaurants.

That afternoon, Sheng Mumu had overheard two colleagues chatting during break about a newly opened barbecue restaurant nearby with amazing dipping sauces.

She decided then that she would go eat there with Qi Mo after work.

She had seen online discussions analyzing the stages of a couple's relationship.

That post had said:

The first step for a nauseating couple - become fixed dinner companions.

Sheng Mumu couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw that post.

It was so accurate.

Now whenever she saw a restaurant she was interested in, her first reaction was to think about what time she could go pull up grass there with Qi Mo.

Sheng Mumu turned her head to look at the handsome man in the driver's seat.

She saw he had already searched up the accurate restaurant information and started the car.

With a light pull from his shapely, good-looking arm, he turned the steering wheel.

Sheng Mumu's eyes curved up slightly as she smiled watching him.

Noticing her looking at him, Qi Mo asked, "What is it?"

Sheng Mumu answered irrelevantly, "Happy."

Qi Mo glanced at her from the side.

Seeing her smiling, the corners of his lips also couldn't help but lift up in a faint smile. He continued her thread of conversation and asked:

"Happy about what?"

Sheng Mumu lifted her chin arrogantly,

"The grand Qi Group's President is being trained by me to become more down-to-earth, I feel so accomplished."

Sheng Mumu thought back to the awkward incident from a week ago -

She had sent him the name of the Xiang Cuisine restaurant she wanted to try.

"Sheng Mumu: [Restaurant Info]"

"Sheng Mumu: I'll probably die if I don't eat here today, not kidding."

"Sheng Mumu: Look at its high rating."

Qi Mo replied: "Okay, I'll arrange it."

But when they arrived at that Xiang restaurant, Sheng Mumu was dumbfounded.

Without even getting close, they could see from afar that the restaurant had laid out a red carpet at its entrance.

All the service staff were lined up along both sides of the red carpet.

Bowed deferentially at a ninety degree angle, uniformly calling out:

"Welcome Chairman Qi, welcome Madam Qi--"

"Welcome Chairman Qi, welcome Madam Qi--"

Two deafening cracks sounded as strips of festive crackers were set off, ribbons fluttering down.

Sheng Mumu's eyes were wide, and she squeezed Qi Mo's arm and asked softly:

"This is...something you arranged?"

Qi Mo also clearly had no idea and his expression sank slightly as he answered:

"I only asked my executive assistant to contact the restaurant for a location, didn't expect it would turn out like this."

Although afterwards they found out it was because that private Xiang restaurant had never welcomed a VIP of Qi Mo's stature before, and got overexcited, going overboard with the welcome.

It still took Sheng Mumu a long time to recover from the small shock to her mindset.

Ever since that time.

Qi Mo understood two things:

First, he had to personally arrange going out to eat with her, and not trust others.

Second, she didn't like restaurants treating them exceptionally compared to regular guests. It was best if they could line up and take a queue number just like everyone else.

As Sheng Mumu thought about how Qi Mo was still an elite President who hadn't even used a food review app just a week ago, and now could skillfully navigate all the app's functions, she felt a slight sense of accomplishment, arrogantly lifting her chin in satisfaction.

Suddenly, she saw Qi Mo prop his elbow on the armrest and turn his head to look at her, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Seeming to be pondering over a certain word in her previous sentence.

His voice was low and gravelly, wrapped in laughter as he asked:

"Train me?"