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

In the past few days, Sheng Mumu felt that she was about to lose control of her facial expressions.

She would be overjoyed one second because the flower shop business was booming.

The next second, when someone passed by and saw her, she had to have a touch of sadness between her brows again, not daring to be too unbridled in her happiness.

Alas!

How could a wife who just found out her husband was cheating smile so radiantly?

As long as she stayed in the position of Qi Mo's wife for one more day, she had to react the way a wife should.

Exhausting.

So exhausting.

Fortunately, she knew well that the life cycle of each piece of gossip was not long. When new gossip appeared, no one would remember Qi Mo's affair anymore.

As long as she didn't overreact, peacefully riding out this period, everything could get better.

However, things did not develop in the direction she had envisioned. The more indifferent she appeared, the more others cared, eager to pry more insider news from her mouth.

People kept asking her out for afternoon tea and mahjong a few times a week.

She declined several times with the excuse that "the shop just opened and is too busy."

Until she felt bad about declining again, she reluctantly accepted Mrs. Sun's mahjong invitation.

After all, quite a few ladies in the wives' group had helped the Yueji Flower Shop, so if she took their money and then didn't show up, it would look like she had taken the money and run.

That day, she reluctantly went out to fulfill the mahjong appointment.

At the same time, Wang Qinwei also walked out of her home.

Ever since being lectured by her husband last time, Wang Qinwei became more and more angry the more she thought about it.

Her husband, who usually indulged her every wish with gentle words, had never been so fierce to her.

She blamed it on Sheng Mumu.

She rolled her eyes towards the sky, and they almost popped out.

Humph, the fact that Qi Mo kept a mistress was already true. Why couldn't she say it?

Just because Qi Mo's business was big?

Wang Qinwei was unwilling.

Today, she specially got Mrs. Qian to give up her mahjong spot for herself.

She looked forward to ridiculing Sheng Mumu well at the mahjong table.

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This was Sheng Mumu's first time playing mahjong with the villa area ladies.

When she arrived at Mrs. Sun's house, Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Sun were already sitting at the table.

She looked left and right with a light smile and asked,

"I thought I was the last one to arrive, but Mrs. Qian is not here yet?"

Mrs. Zhou replied, "Mrs. Qian has something at home and can't make it, Mrs. Wang is taking her place."

Sheng Mumu: "..."

What a small world indeed.

Thinking of Wang Qinwei's endless talk about her husband, she had a premonition that today's mahjong game would be very noisy.

Since she was already here, she naturally could not sneak away temporarily.

She sat down at the mahjong table with a natural expression.

Mrs. Sun asked, "Mrs. Qi, have you played mahjong before?"

Sheng Mumu answered truthfully, "Very little, my skills are poor."

In her previous life, working 996 overtime every day, she rarely had leisure time.

Occasionally she would play mahjong with the wives of cooperating company leaders, but those were all "business mahjong", aimed at losing money.

Over time, the words "playing mahjong" were equated with "giving away money" in her dictionary.

Today she came prepared to lose money.

She thought it through very clearly.

Everyone cared so much about the flower shop business, appropriately giving back some as marketing expenses made sense.

Mrs. Sun waved her hand kindly and reminded her,

"Then you have to be careful, Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Wang are fierce players. Last time playing with them, I lost 50,000 in three rounds."

Sheng Mumu paused, "!!!!"

Losing 50,000 in three rounds?

Playing stakes that high?

When she left home, she brought 10,000 cash, which she thought was more than enough at the time.

Now after hearing this, she began to doubt whether she could last an hour.

She slowly took out her phone, intending to secretly send Zhang the butler a message to surreptitiously bring her some money.

Before she could send the message, a shrill voice came from behind.

"Oh my, I'm late, ladies. My husband desperately didn't want me to go, insisting that I stay home and accompany him. I barely managed to get out after much difficulty. I'm so sorry for being late, it's all because of my husband."

Without turning back, everyone could tell from the words "my husband" that it was Mrs. Wang who had arrived.

Wang Qinwei appeared in front of everyone with a smiling face, pulled out a chair, and sat down beaming.

Without waiting for Sheng Mumu to finish sending her message, Wang Qinwei had already started shuffling the tiles, urging:

"Let's start quickly."

Sheng Mumu lowered her head and quickly edited the message while the automatic mahjong table was still shuffling.

Just as she was about to hit send, her phone screen darkened.

The battery was low and it automatically shut down...

Sheng Mumu: ...

Beijing Airport.

A tall, upright man walked out of the VIP passage.

With exquisite proportions, chiseled, aloof features, his coat swaying slightly as he walked, every frame was like a picture from a fashion magazine.

The temperature in Beijing was much higher than in Shen City.

As Qi Mo walked, he took off his coat and handed it to the driver Xiao Wang who had come to pick him up, casually asking:

"Where's my wife?"

Xiao Wang was baffled.

How would he know?

But as a capable subordinate, he could not say "I don't know"

He had to either provide an answer or suggest a solution.

"I'll call the butler Zhang right away."

Qi Mo's magnetic, husky voice responded. "Never mind, I'll call him."

The reason Qi Mo suddenly asked Xiao Wang was because when he called Sheng Mumu earlier, her phone was off.

After receiving Mr. Wang's call a few days ago, he decided that when he returned to Beijing, he would go home first instead of rushing back to work, to talk with Sheng Mumu about that matter.

Perhaps it was the habit developed from years of doing business.

When faced with any problem, he preferred to communicate face-to-face.

That way he could directly see the other's reaction and expression.

On the phone, the butler Zhang told Qi Mo:

"Madam has been invited by Mrs. Sun to play mahjong. They have asked Madam many times, and Madam was reluctant to go at first. But today she must have been in a good mood and went to Mrs. Sun's house to play mahjong. What a coincidence, she probably won't be back for a while. Sir, do you need me to pass on to Madam that you've returned?"

Qi Mo was silent for a few seconds, and said lightly, "No need."

Seeing Qi Mo hang up, Xiao Wang turned his head and asked,

"Boss Qi, shall we go now?"

Qi Mo's slender, well-proportioned fingers gently tapped on the car window frame as he gazed out the window. Suddenly he asked:

"Xiao Wang, do you know which villa Mrs. Sun lives in?"

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