You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family-Chapter 137: Qi Mo Happy House, Sheng Mu Mu Execution Site

Gym.

In different people's eyes, it has different meanings.

For example, it can be called Qi Mo's Happy House.

It can also be called Sheng Mumu's Execution Ground.

As for Qi Shaobai, two hours at the gym is a father-son tacit understanding bureau.

After an hour, Sheng Mumu was already done for.

Panting on the floor in a sprawl.

"I'm dying, tell me quickly, are my legs still under my waist?"

Qi Mo was dressed in all black workout clothes, looking more casual and relaxed than a suit.

The T-shirt and sweatpants were loose styles, vaguely outlining his sturdy physique.

He strode over to Sheng Mumu with his long legs.

Looking down at her with a smile:

"Don't worry, they're still there."

Sheng Mumu breathed a sigh of relief at his words, panting as she closed her eyes to rest.

Qi Mo bent down, reaching out his sculpted, powerful arm towards her.

The distance between them lessened.

His low voice rang out:

"Break time's over, get up."

Sheng Mumu suddenly opened her eyes, colliding with Qi Mo's pitch-black pupils.

She had always thought Qi Mo's voice was low and magnetic, very nice to listen to.

But now, it sounded to her like a demon's whisper.

Frightening.

Too frightening.

Before she could make up an excuse to escape, Qi Mo had already leaned down to grasp her wrist.

With the stern demeanor of an instructor, his tone had softened somewhat:

"Just two more sets left."

Sheng Mumu: "......"

She took a shallow breath in resignation, allowing him to pull her up gently.

Encouraging herself mentally:

You chose this! Sheng Mumu.

A decision made must be seen through, even if crawling!

Nearby, Qi Shaobai glanced their way, averting his gaze as he silently shook his head.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself:

It's just working out, yet they have to stick together.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Silly adults.

The next day, Sheng Mumu felt like her limbs didn't belong to her.

Walking on flat ground was still alright, but going down stairs nearly killed her.

She held onto the railing, inching down step by step.

With each step, her leg nerves felt twisted and tingling.

This scene was witnessed by Qi Shaobai, who had just exited his room to go to school.

Qi Shaobai stood in place, still nibbling on half a piece of toast.

He hesitated for a few seconds, reaching into his backpack.

At the same time, he took a few steps forward.

Sheng Mumu was surprised, realizing what he intended to do.

Emotion welled up in her eyes instantly.

Good boy, he's going to come help her down the stairs?

The child has grown up!

It really made this "old lady" gratified.

She already had her hand half extended, but saw him stop at the top of the stairs.

Only to see, Qi Shaobai took out his phone from his backpack.

After tapping a few times, he held it up.

"Click—"

Sheng Mumu: "............????"

Having found the optimal shooting angle, Qi Shaobai nodded satisfactorily and looked to the screen.

Then he slung on his backpack, turned around, and left.

Without looking back, he waved his phone.

And threw over his shoulder: "I'll send the photo to you on WeChat."

The boy's voice echoed in the spacious, empty mansion.

Sheng Mumu: "............"

A myriad of curses flew through her mind in multiple languages!

However, Qi Shaobai sent another message before she could fire off her angry words:

"Wow! Rare historical image of early human domestication of the limbs!"

Sheng Mumu's fingers froze: .........

Both exasperated and amused.

What a silly boy.

Can't believe he's nearly eighteen...

She pursed her lips.

Thinking perhaps it was Qi Shaobai's traumatic childhood that led to his overly gloomy personality, and now he had finally been set free, even to the point he couldn't rein himself in.

Viewing it this way, her heart inexplicably softened.

Too lazy to quibble with the brat.

She forcibly slapped her thigh to vent her frustration.

But as soon as her hand made contact, the soreness and tingling pain radiated from her thigh.

With the point of impact at the center, the stabbing sensation quickly spread through her body.

Oh boy...

The pain left her speechless, only able to curse silently.

Once the worst had passed.

She suddenly thought of something, frowning.

Wait a minute.

Why did Qi Shaobai's message seem so familiar???

Had she done something similar before?

*

Three days later, Beijing No. 1 Middle School's art festival was held as scheduled.

According to tradition, all classes were canceled after dinner today.

After eating, the students carried chairs to the sports field under the teachers' organization.

In fact, Beijing No. 1 Middle School had several indoor gymnasiums that could be used for the art festival gala.

But the students unanimously felt that outdoors had a better atmosphere.

Especially after nightfall, the stage lights accompanied by the stuffy evening breeze on the sports field was particularly atmospheric.

An indescribable feeling that could vaguely be called "youth" or "unrestraint".

Even if they got bitten by mosquitoes, it was worth it.

The school respected the students' opinions, only requiring that: they must carry their own chairs.

Not only their own, but also prepare chairs for the parents coming to attend the art festival.

Evening.

The setting sun dyed the horizon crimson fire.

The clouds were gilded with golden edges, drifting by gently.

On the campus paths lined with camphor trees on both sides.

Students walked in groups of three or two, chatting while carrying chairs.

Qi Shaobai and Wei Zhaonan each held a chair, strolling lazily.

Wei Zhaonan lifted his chair slightly, asking casually:

"Qi Shao, you're going to show off your Tai Chi Sword later right?"

Qi Shaobai shot him a glare, "It's called performing Tai Chi Sword."

Wei Zhaonan: "Oh, showing off."

Though Qi Shaobai's hands were restrained, his legs were not.

He quickened his pace by two steps, going to kick Wei Zhaonan.

Wei Zhaonan shifted his butt to the side, nimbly and adeptly dodging.

Qi Shaobai gave him an annoyed look, too lazy to follow up with another kick.

At this moment, more important than quipping with Wei Zhaonan, was to mentally review the Thirty-Two Tai Chi Sword Forms again.

He absolutely could not embarrass Grandma Tai during their joint performance.