You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family-Chapter 168: Just established relationship is so humiliating, how to sweet love in the future

The next day.

Sheng Mumu was woken up by the sound of the maid cleaning the second floor hallway.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes as her mind cleared, and scenes from last night popped up in her head.

She suddenly flipped off the covers and sat up.

Unnatural flushes of red appeared on her cheeks that still had creases from sleeping.

She didn’t remember how long they had kissed last night.

She only remembered that finally, he was willing to move his lips away, and held her in his arms for a long time.

It was as if he could never hold her enough.

Her chin was on his broad shoulders, and the air that had been taken from her slowly recovered.

Her breathing was still very chaotic, panting the whole time.

He slowly patted her back, as if to help her calm her breathing.

However, the arm around her waist was tightening, making it even harder for her to breathe.

Counterproductive.

Sheng Mumu also remembered when Qi Mo left for work early in the morning.

At that time, she was half asleep.

She heard the rustling of the covers being lifted next to her, but was too lazy to open her eyes.

Although her eyes were closed, she could still feel someone staring at her.

In her grogginess, the mattress beside her sank, and the faint light on her eyelids was blocked by a dark shadow.

The shadow got closer and closer.

Her forehead was touched by a pair of warm lips.

It was fleeting, and quickly gone.

She wasn't fully awake, and mumbled as she turned over.

Then she felt someone tuck the covers around her tightly.

The warm, comfortable environment made her overwhelmed with drowsiness.

She didn't even have the energy to open her eyes to take a look.

Various rustling sounds continued around her ears.

The pitter-patter of water flowing in the bathroom.

The metallic click of a belt being buckled.

The extremely subtle clinks of adjusting a watchband.

And the sound of the lock clicking shut as the man left the bedroom.

Sheng Mumu scratched her already messy hair.

As her head gradually cleared, more and more memory fragments came bubbling up.

Extremely clear.

She remembered Qi Mo pinning her against the door and kissing her.

She remembered the slow, tantalizing way he undid the cuffs of his shirt before kissing her.

Both provocative and bewitching.

Oh my god!

It completely crushed her aesthetic standards.

It was as if instead of undoing cufflinks, he had undone the tight knots around her heart.

Letting the deer in her heart run wild for five kilometers.

Just as she had finally chased that image out of her mind and was about to get up and freshen up.

Her gaze suddenly stopped, and she halted her upward motion.

She suddenly remembered even earlier, in the car, when she had poked and pinched Qi Mo's chest.

And the wanton words she had said—

"Not bad pecs, nice and hard."

"What's wrong with touching them a bit!"

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

She bent down and buried her head in the covers.

Her fuzzy head thrashed around on the bed as she weakly punched the mattress a couple of times.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

She didn't want to live anymore!!!!

It was so embarrassing, and they had just confirmed their relationship.

How could she have a sweet romance like this?

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"Knock knock—"

Two knocks sounded from outside the door.

Her head emerged from the covers.

She heard Zhang Housekeeper's sonorous voice.

"Mistress, you're awake now, right?"

Zhang Housekeeper had estimated the time and was providing his wakeup call service.

He opened the door.

Zhang Housekeeper stood outside the door with his hands clasped.

"Mistress, the master told me to prepare some hangover soup and millet porridge for your stomach."

Sheng Mumu was taken aback for a moment.

A surge of warmth suddenly welled up in her heart.

She was touched by that man's thoughtful arrangements.

"Mistress, would you like breakfast served in the bedroom or the dining room?" Zhang Housekeeper asked with a smile.

"The dining room is fine."

After washing up, Sheng Mumu came to the dining room for breakfast.

Her mind was still reflecting on what had happened last night. She took a shallow breath.

She was trying hard to accept that her relationship with Qi Mo had changed.

Thinking about what she needed to do to reverse the wanton image she had in his eyes.

She mechanically raised her wrist to scoop another spoonful of porridge into her mouth.

Suddenly she paused, looking up at Zhang Housekeeper.

"Isn't there too much sugar in today's porridge?"

Zhang Housekeeper looked puzzled and stunned. "Mistress, there's no sugar added to the porridge."

"Hmm?" Sheng Mumu scratched her head.

Why did it taste so sweet to her?

Before she could figure it out, the door to Qi Shaobai's room opened.

The teenager was wearing a black t-shirt and grey pants. He twisted his neck.

And yawned, stretching lazily.

The lazy yawn drifted over to this side of the dining room.

Sheng Mumu looked over, and happened to meet Qi Shaobai's glance coming her way too.

Their eyes met, and Qi Shaobai's lit up in an instant.

Sheng Mumu casually greeted:

"Morning, Little Qi. Come have breakfast together."

Since today was Sunday, Qi Shaobai had a rare chance to sit down for a proper breakfast instead of rushing off to school.

Qi Shaobai came over and pulled out a chair to sit down.

He leaned forward, but didn't make a move to pick up his chopsticks and start eating.

Instead, he looked at Sheng Mumu expectantly.

He held out his hand and arrogantly said:

"I've done everything you asked, now hand it over."

"?" Sheng Mumu looked at his outstretched palm, then back at him in confusion. "Huh? Hand over what?"

Qi Shaobai: "What you said last night. As long as I did two more sets of practice questions, I'd get three limited edition Lego sets this morning."

Sheng Mumu: "?????" When had she ever said that?

Seeing her bewildered expression, Qi Shaobai tilted his fluffy head.

"Hey, you're not going back on your word, are you?"

Sheng Mumu blinked in puzzlement, swallowed her mouthful of breakfast, and asked: f𝐫e𝚎we𝚋n𝐨𝘃el.𝗰𝗼𝐦

"First tell me if it exists, then ask why. When did I ever promise you that?"

Qi Shaobai couldn't believe it as he shook his head, muttering to himself:

"Reneging on a promise?"

"This must be the slippery nature of the adult world..."

"And here I was up until 4am last night..."

He took out his phone as he grumbled under his breath, and held it out to her.

"See for yourself."

Sheng Mumu leaned back to look at the screen.

It was her WeChat conversation with Qi Shaobai.

"Little Wish Granter Stepmom: Little Qi, you're so amazing! What a good, well-behaved child! "

"Little Wish Granter Stepmom: Keep up the good work. Do two more sets of practice questions and you'll wake up tomorrow to three limited edition Lego sets."

"Little Wish Granter Stepmom: I believe in you! .jpg"

Sheng Mumu stared blankly: ......

Looking at the messages, they did seem to be sent by her.

Probably when she was drunk and replying randomly.

Sheng Mumu's gaze moved back to Qi Shaobai.

She hesitated, about to explain: "Uh......this......well......actually......"

Qi Shaobai put his phone away, his eyes darkening. "Don't try to tell me you were drunk when you sent them. That excuse is super lame, I won't believe it."

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

He saw right through her???

Qi Shaobai swiped at his screen a few times, and started lecturing in a sullen tone:

"I won't even mention how childish those messages were, treating me like a three year old—"

Sheng Mumu: "???"

Not mentioning it?

"The main point is, I did the worksheets like you asked. You can't make me do them for nothing, right?" Qi Shaobai argued righteously.

Sheng Mumu was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said:

"I understand where you're coming from, but there's one thing I want to say."

Qi Shaobai waved his hand. "Go ahead."

"What exactly is Little Wish Granter Stepmom?"