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

The palm of the man's hand on her back was scalding hot.

Sheng Mumu was unexpectedly burned by his fiery gaze.

Her cheeks flew red.

She placed her palm against the man's muscular waist and abdomen, trying to widen the distance between them.

But she discovered that the hand behind her back didn’t allow her to move at all.

She attempted to push him away a few times, to no avail.

"Not being reasonable anymore?" Qi Mo raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm being reasonable," Sheng Mumu retorted.

She pinched him in passing.

Payback.

Then she looked up to see his reaction.

However, he didn't seem pained at all. On the contrary, a hint of a smile emerged from the corner of his eyes and mouth. He slowly said,

“Okay, you were saying?”

Sheng Mumu laughed mirthlessly. Recognizing the disparity in strength between men and women, she gave up struggling. Going limp, she leaned on him.

"Let me think," she craned her neck to look at him, pondering how to refute him.

When thinking, she had the habit of tapping her chin with her fingers.

In this position, her fingers couldn’t reach her chin.

So her fingertips lightly tapped the side of the man's waist instead.

The man’s body stiffened, his gaze lowered as he looked at her, patiently waiting for a response.

At the same time enduring the unbearable sensation spreading from his waist.

His long eyelashes were clearly defined. In his eyes lay a stretch of shadows.

The lamp illuminated his excellently handsome face from the side.

Sheng Mumu's eyebrows knitted slightly.

Damn.

Even from this awful angle looking up, this man was still so dashing and good-looking.

Sheng Mumu took a light breath, not letting the man's allure influence her. She organized her logic.

After thinking for a bit, her eyes lit up.

She calmly refuted:

“What you said doesn’t stand.”

“And I wasn’t negotiating with you. I was informing you. I'm also upholding the treaty, so where is it unequal?”

She became increasingly justified, eloquently arguing:

“Besides, even if it were unequal, so what if I bullied you a bit? Not allowed?”

“......” Qi Mo was a little dumbfounded, gazing at her incredulously.

After a long pause, his complexion gradually relaxed.

Revealing a trace of indistinct grievance.

He was persuaded by her unreasonable logic.

What could he do with her?

Even if she openly bullied him, he wouldn’t complain.

Bullying him for a lifetime was also possible.

“Alright,” Qi Mo conceded, but only halfway. “However, I only accept the first article of the treaty. The second and third won’t do.”

This was already the biggest compromise the competitive businessman could accept.

Having her put work before him wasn’t possible.

Sheng Mumu slowly blinked. With an open-minded attitude she responded:

“Well, since you’re being so tolerant and reasonable, I’ll also be tolerant and won’t take too much advantage of you. We’ll keep just the first article.”

Actually, she also hadn't thought of what to propose for the third article.

Right after she finished speaking,

Qi Mo suddenly sat up straight and leaned forward.

Along with him, Sheng Mumu clinging to him also straightened up.

The hand previously pressed to her back shifted to support her.

Before Sheng Mumu could react, her lips softened. He kissed her.

His kiss held traces of retaliation, scorching hot.

His overwhelming aura engulfed her.

One hand steadily supported her back, while the other held the back of her head, completely locking her in his embrace.

He greedily stole her breath away,

The previously composed man forgot what restraint meant.

He seemed to be nibbling and biting her, kissing her deeper and deeper.

At first only focusing on her lips, later he gradually shifted, kissing her neck and collarbone.

His hot breath sprayed onto the nape of her neck. Sheng Mumu couldn’t escape it, nor did she want to that much.

Her palms were slightly sweaty. She couldn’t help but clench the edge of the man’s clothes.

Enduring his sudden possessiveness.

She took a deep breath, smelling his pleasant, clean scent.

Making her even dizzier. Her heart was like it had been thrown into a vacuum chamber, pounding heavily.

Her slender wrists unconsciously clung to his broad shoulders, softly resting upon them.

As if only this way could she find a foothold.

This action seemed to encourage Qi Mo, making it impossible for him to remain aloof.

Suddenly, Sheng Mumu felt the hand at her waist shift.

He slid his hand under her shirt hem.

There was suppressed darkness swirling in the man’s eyes. His breathing grew increasingly scorching.

But because he was nervous, his fingertips were slightly cool.

Sheng Mumu’s body stiffened as if shocked. She grabbed his powerful wrist.

And lightly shook her head.

She wasn’t ready yet for this.

The man stopped moving. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily, slowly settling down.

After a lengthy silence, he propped himself up.

His straight nose touched her nose.

His pitch black eyes were obscurely dark, an insoluble deep color.

His gaze gradually tightened as he moved back some distance.

He lightly pressed her moist, slightly swollen lips with his calloused fingertips.

Giving her time to catch her breath.

At the same time, he hoarsely declared:

“I’m not as tolerant as you said. I must get some benefits in return.”

Sheng Mumu’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, her breathing still not calmed down.

Staring into his piercing eyes made her heart thud loudly.

“What I got today is enough,” the corner of Qi Mo’s mouth slowly curved up, his voice raspy and sexy.

Even at this moment he maintained a gentleman’s demeanor.

Stopping after a taste.

Not crossing the line again.

Sheng Mumu’s cheeks were fiery hot as she looked straight at him.

Her heart had never beat so intensely before.

At this moment, Qi Mo’s self-restraint attracted her more deeply than ever.

She suddenly hooked her hands around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and lightly pecked the corner of his mouth.

Quickly moving away after.

Smiling charmingly at him.

“I’ll give you a bit more, allowing you to kiss me for a while longer.”

The man’s body stiffened, delightful surprise emerging in his eyes as he leaned down.

Having obtained permission...

He gently and unhurriedly kissed her once more.

When thinking about the “first article” scene, Sheng Mumu’s face reddened.

She shook her head, pulling her thoughts back to the present.

She looked at the message on her phone from Qi Mo: “I regret agreeing to your ‘first article’ treaty.”

Sheng Mumu laughed to herself, muttering:

“You already got the benefits but want to go back on it. Humph, men.”

Just as she finished speaking, her phone rang.

The screen displayed “Husband”.

Qi Mo was calling her.

As expected, she shouldn't have insulted him even just in her thoughts.

Answering the call.

Qi Mo spoke faster than usual. His tone was still calm and composed. His first sentence was:

“It’s not work hours now.”

Sheng Mumu was astonished, glancing at her watch.

She discovered it had just turned five, with the seconds hand moving forward ten seconds.

She instantly understood Qi Mo was explaining he hadn’t violated their “first article” treaty, since he called her after work.

Sheng Mumu couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

Feeling this man was trained more and more adorably by her.

But she only dared say this in her heart, not telling Qi Mo.

She was afraid that if she arrogantly admitted it, who knew who would end up training whom.

“What’s the good news?” Qi Mo asked her.

“Oh, it’s like this—”

Sheng Mumu restrained her smile and answered him.

“—When I sent you the message it was still good news. But now it’s become bad news.”

“Hm?”

“Starting next week, we’ll take turns tutoring Qi Shao Bai.”

“......”

“No need to keep quiet. You’ll still need to tutor even if you’re silent.”