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

Chapter 165

Sheng Mumu opened WeChat.

On the screen was a message sent by Qi Shaobai:

"Today's tasks:

English test paper 1/1

Science test paper 1/1

Tomorrow's plan:

Math test papers, one set

English cloze training, 10 articles"

Alright, it was little Qi.

The scolding words had already reached her throat, but she swallowed them back down again, putting on a kind motherly smile.

Lately, this kid had been reporting to her every day on how many test papers he had done, and what content he was planning to reinforce learning tomorrow. His intention to be praised was all too obvious.

"What a grown-up message."

Sheng Mumu blurted out a sentence for no reason.

Her whole demeanor gave off a feeling of being clearly drunk but forcing herself to act sober, making small talk for the sake of it.

She tapped at her phone randomly, replying to Qi Shaobai's message.

She didn't even know what she had replied.

The waiter brought over their third round of drinks.

Sheng Mumu's fingers lightly twisted the wine glass, and downed it in one gulp.

Still feeling it wasn't enough, she reached for more.

"No more drinking."

Qin Jiamu slapped her hand away with a "pa".

Sheng Mumu obediently withdrew her hand, pouting, "I'm thirsty..."

Qin Jiamu pointed to the dance floor with a serious expression, "If you're thirsty, look at the hunks over there. That'll make you salivate and quench your thirst."

Sheng Mumu was stunned, "... "

She fell silent for a good long while, expression blank.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up brightly.

Raising her hand, she snapped her fingers crisply.

"Good point, why didn't I think of that!"

Qin Jiamu: "............"

Qin Jiamu took a light breath, stunned for a moment in disbelief.

It seemed Mumu really was a little drunk.

She observed for a while.

She saw Sheng Mumu resting her cheeks in her hands, staring blankly at the dance floor for a good long time.

Occasionally letting out a few silly laughs.

After a while, she also took out her phone, seeming to be sending Su Tingran voice messages.

Pressing the voice message button, she mumbled indistinctly:

"Tingran, did you fall into the toilet? Come back quick and see the hunks!"

"Nevermind, it's fine, I'll take photos and send them to you."

"... "

Seeing that she was just fiddling with her phone alone, without any other drunken antics, Qin Jiamu gradually let down her guard.

On the other side.

The luxury car drove smoothly through Beijing's dazzling nightscape.

Almost arriving at the Xiyu Yue Pavilion villa area.

Qi Mo's gaze was faint as he looked out of the window.

His phone suddenly buzzed a few times.

Beneath his long lashes, a hint of delight rose in his eyes.

She had finally replied to his message.

Opening it.

There were two voice messages and a few short videos.

His cold, fair fingers bent slightly, lightly tapping to play them.

Sheng Mumu's drunken voice rang out—

"Tingran, did you fall into the toilet? Come back quick and see the hunks!"

"Nevermind, it's fine, I'll take photos and send them to you."

Qi Mo's expression darkened, his lips pressing into a straight line.

Opening the videos.

The noisy music sounded in the quiet car interior.

On screen, men and women swayed their bodies on the dance floor.

Next, the camera zoomed in, closer and closer, focusing on a muscular hunk.

Sheng Mumu's voice accompanied it:

"Hehehe~ His muscles must feel really springy, right?"

"Tingran, come back quick, this is like our happy hometown."

"I'm sleeping over tonight, wheee~ "

Next video.

The camera pointed at another man.

Sheng Mumu's voice was even more elated than before.

"The previous one was too old, this one's more good-looking."

The camera suddenly swung around.

"Whoops, I was rash, that pineapple head over there is quite attractive too."

"Which one do you like?"

"... "

Xiao Wang was driving, and accidentally overheard it all clearly. He didn't even dare breathe heavily, body tense.

Pricking up his ears to listen for a good while, sensing no more sounds, he cautiously glanced over through the rearview mirror.

With just a flash of a glance, Xiao Wang's body stiffened as he shuddered.

President Qi's expression was terrifyingly gloomy.

The bone-chilling cold aura he emitted was enough to freeze the air.

Qi Mo's voice was as if wrapped in ice cubes, speaking heavily:

"Turn around."

Su Tingran finally came back from the bathroom.

When she returned, Sheng Mumu had already put down her phone and was mumbling softly to herself.

She went over, "Mumu, what are you saying?"

Sheng Mumu grabbed her, "Come, let's compete on doing test papers! Whoever scores lower drinks!"

Su Tingran: "......???"

Because Sheng Mumu had just received Qi Shaobai's message, her head was now full of the words "math test paper, English test paper, science test paper".

Even her drunken ramblings all revolved around "test papers".

Seeing that Su Tingran wouldn't compete with her on doing test papers, Sheng Mumu went to look for Qiao Li instead.

"Li, wanna compete? Loser drinks, that kind of thing."

Qiao Li blinked blankly, not understanding what she was talking about.

Before she could even ask, she heard Sheng Mumu raise her hand to call the waiter.

"Waiter, bring us two more sets of Chinese test papers here."

Qiao Li was also a little drunk. Only now did she understand her words, pausing before saying:

"We can't finish two sets, can we?"

It was still Qin Jiamu who kept her composure.

When the puzzled waiter came over, Qin Jiamu whispered a few words to him.

Afterwards, the waiter handed Sheng Mumu a blank piece of paper and a pen.

Sheng Mumu accepted the paper and pen, and earnestly started doing her "test paper".

As the soberest person present, Qin Jiamu calmly messaged Cheng Zhuo to come pick them up.

Twenty minutes later.

Sheng Mumu suddenly stood up, "Teacher, I'm handing in my test paper!"

The moment she stood, she felt dizzy and unsteady.

Staggering, she was about to fall over.

The next second, her waist was firmly supported by a large hand.

Her back bumped into the man's chest.

Qi Mo's familiar low voice brushed past her ear.

"Mumu."

Sheng Mumu looked up, meeting Qi Mo's exquisite, handsome side profile.

"Hehehe~"

She suddenly laughed, trying to find a pocket on her pocketless dress.

Mumbling drunkenly: "This is the most handsome, I'll take a photo to show Tingran."

The large hand circling her waist tightened, her waistline tightly adhering to the man's body.

Although drunk, she still reacted, reflexively trying to push him away, "Who are you?"

Qi Mo turned his head to look at her.

Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, gaze blurry yet bewitching.

Her soft body leaned weakly against him, her hands restless.

One moment pinching his arm, the next pushing at his waist and abdomen.

He pulled her in tighter, leaning his head over.

His magnetic, seductive voice carried a hint of command, reprimanding the drunkard.

"Don't move around."

The fresh, pleasing scent intruded Sheng Mumu's nostrils.

In her muddled state, she realized it was a familiar scent, no longer struggling or resisting the man's increasingly tight embrace.

Instead, her hand hooked around his neck, burying her face in the crook of it.

Nuzzling against him like a kitten.

The warm breath spraying the crook of his neck caused the man's body to suddenly tense up.

His eyes darkened, voice gentle:

"Come home with me."