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

During evening self-study time, Qi Shaobai thought about what had happened recently.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was strange.

He felt that he shouldn't look at people through tinted glasses.

Not every stepmother is sinister.

At least, Sheng Mumu didn't seem to be.

Qi Shaobai somehow thought of what had happened at home that day.

Sheng Mumu had the maid deliver snacks to him and reminded him that someone had slipped something in his drink.

The stubborn temperament of the teenager made him feel that he shouldn't always accept other people's kindness without giving anything in return.

One good turn deserves another.

Since Sheng Mumu had helped him, he didn't mind speaking up for Sheng Mumu in front of his dad a little bit.

He remembered that day she said his dad didn't like her drinking alcohol.

Qi Shaobai frowned and pondered for a long time before taking out his phone and tapping the screen.

He typed and deleted over and over again.

It took a very long time before he finally sent out a message.

At that time, Qi Mo was signing a letter of intent with a British partner.

Seeing Qi Shaobai's name light up on the screen,

Qi Mo said "Excuse me" to the other party in English.

Qi Shaobai rarely sent him messages.

He didn't know what had happened.

Qi Mo's expression was cold as he slowly capped his pen and knitted his brows before opening his phone.

His actions were unhurried and composed.

Reading the message on the screen, a hint of confusion flashed through Qi Mo's deep eyes.

The content of Qi Shaobai's message was:

"There is no family rule in the Qi family that prohibits drinking alcohol. I personally think your request for her not to drink is a bit excessive."

Qi Mo's rugged eyebrows slowly furrowed as he sent a reply back.

The message was brief and concise, just like him - "Who?"

Upon receiving the message, Qi Shaobai gritted his teeth and quickly typed a reply on the screen: "Your wife."

Qi Mo's eyes were dark and deep.

When did he ever say that he didn't like her drinking?

That night, Qi Mo called the butler Zhang.

Based on his understanding of Qi Shaobai, if nothing had happened, Qi Shaobai would never say such things to him suddenly.

"Has anything happened at home recently?"

Being asked so suddenly, Butler Zhang tensed up.

The master rarely asked about things at home, so by asking this, he must be asking about Madam, right?

"Master, I didn't want to disturb you over there. Young master got into trouble at school today and Madam went to the young master's school."

"Oh? What kind of trouble did he cause?" The voice on the phone was low.

Butler Zhang reported everything he knew to Qi Mo in detail.

Including what he had heard from Sheng Mumu about Qi Shaobai only apologizing to the professor for his scowling.

In closing, Butler Zhang added, "Thanks to Madam speaking up for the young master, otherwise given the young master's personality, even if he was wronged, he wouldn't say much."

Butler Zhang also told Qi Mo about Sheng Mumu previously having the servant buy snacks for Qi Shaobai.

After a few seconds of silence on the phone, a low "hmm" could be heard.

"I see, thank you for letting me know."

*

Sheng Mumu suddenly realized in recent days that although she held the supplementary card given to her by Qi Mo, she didn't actually have much in savings that belonged to her.

The bank card had a balance of 0.5 yuan. She couldn't get her monthly 500,000 yuan allowance until next month.

She felt very insecure.

She didn't know how long she would remain in this world. Just thinking about the tragic ending of the original owner made her afraid. What if one day she was kicked out of the Qi family but didn't have enough money saved up to support herself for the rest of her life?

With this concern in mind, she started thinking.

Other than working as "Mrs. Qi", should she do some side work to earn money?

One day, after lunch, Sheng Mumu was wandering aimlessly onto the 3rd floor balcony.

Seeing the maid tending to the flowers in the vase, on a whim she asked:

"Were these flowers grown at home?"

She had previously seen the maid pruning branches and leaves in the greenhouse, so she naturally assumed these flowers were from there.

Maid: "No, Madam. The bouquets in the vases are all freshly flown in daily."

Sheng Mumu was puzzled. "What do you mean flown in daily? Don't we have a greenhouse?"

The maid didn't know how to respond for a moment.

No matter what was used, wealthy families would only choose the most expensive. The maid also didn't know why fresh bouquets needed to be specially purchased daily when there was already a greenhouse.

Not every villa in Xiyu Yingting had a greenhouse, and there were quite a few families that went out daily to buy fresh flowers.

As Sheng Mumu thought about it, looking at the vase, she asked: "How much does a bouquet like this cost?"

Maid: "The purchase amount fluctuates, but on average one bouquet is around 500 yuan."

Sheng Mumu clucked her tongue. "Just this? One bouquet? Five hundred?"

The maid nodded. Hearing Sheng Mumu ask again, "Do the neighbors around also go out to buy flowers?"

"Yes Madam, almost every family purchases fresh bouquets from outside."

Her eyes widened even more.

A vase couldn't hold more than a few stems. Vases like these could be found every 10-odd meters in the house.

Sheng Mumu suddenly felt that breathing the fragrant air scented with fresh flowers every day previously was extremely invigorating.

That was the smell of burning money!

How could it not be invigorating!

As she was sighing emotionally, a brilliant money-making idea popped into her mind.

She, a highly educated genius with a master's degree, a cosmopolitan beauty who had experienced the rapid development of the internet age.

She suddenly felt that not taking advantage of the existing conditions to ruthlessly earn a big sum would be letting her transmigration go to waste!

No sooner said than done.

She researched this world carefully.

According to her observations, it was almost the same as the world she came from.

It only differed in some details.

For example, familiar songs and TV shows also existed in this world.

But some industries that were quite mature in her world had not yet developed here.

Thinking of this, Sheng Mumu suddenly felt as if she was playing a very realistic business simulation game.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She was so excited she couldn't fall asleep at all.

On this night when her ambitious vision was gradually becoming clear, and she was counting money in her head until her hands cramped, thinking about how many people she would need to massage her in the future, Qi Mo suddenly returned home.

Lying with her back to the bedroom door, Sheng Mumu heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

In the darkness, soft footsteps drew closer and closer.

After a while, the mattress beside her sank, and along with a unique refreshing scent, Qi Mo got into bed.

Sheng Mumu's breathing became light.

Feeling the man's breathing gradually even out behind her, she slowly turned her body.

In the dim light, she examined her husband whom she had only seen twice before.

Qi Mo had one hand propped under his head and the other hand outside the covers, lying on his side.

His chest rose and fell slightly with each breath.

His breath gently brushed against her forehead.

It made her forehead feel itchy.

She adjusted her position a little in the darkness and propped herself up.

Plucking up her courage to observe him from another angle.

The sleeping Qi Mo lacked the unconscious majesty he usually exuded when awake.

His long eyelashes gently drooped down, and his tall nose made his face look three-dimensional and prominent.

Sheng Mumu didn't know how long she stared at this incomparably handsome face.

From his forehead to his eyes, to his nose, his jaws.

And finally stopping at his Adam's apple and collarbone.

Every part was too good-looking.

Time seemed to favor Qi Mo in particular.

His face didn't have a single wrinkle. f𝚛𝗲𝐞𝐰e𝗯n𝗼v𝗲𝚕.𝚌o𝐦

How could he look like a 38-year-old man?

Did wealthy people have special maintenance secrets?

Could it be botox?

Just as she was speculating.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes silently and slowly opened, looking over at her in the dark.

The man's voice was gravelly, wrapped in an ascetic air, his tone low and hoarse:

"Is there something on my face?"

Sheng Mumu: "!!!"

She was so frightened her heart skipped a beat and she almost cried out.

This man wasn't asleep at all!

How long had he been awake???

Damn!

Getting caught peeping was too embarrassing!