You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family-Chapter 7: Don’t give up your little wife.

Originally, the people standing around Qi Mo unconsciously exchanged glances.

The air froze for a second.

The men around had eyes full of envy.

Admiring that as expected, having money is good, able to marry such a beauty as his wife.

The eyes of the women around were also envious.

Envying Qi Mo, who was usually aloof and abstinent, actually allowing this woman to snuggle up to his neck acting like a spoiled child.

Simply unheard of.

Qi Mo really lived up to being a man who had seen all kinds of occasions, his broad palm easily wrapped around her slender waist.

His voice was low and magnetic:

"You're here."

It was a statement.

Coming from his seductive deep voice, it somehow had a feeling of eagerness in waiting for his new bride.

Sheng Mumu took a light breath, her back stiffening.

The pair of big hands around her waist, separated only by her clothes, gave off a faint warmth.

The palms controlled the distance, appropriately rubbing lightly a few times, as if to soothe her.

Being so close to smell Qi Mo's pleasant scent, she was dizzy and infatuated.

It was unbearable.

Truly unbearable.

This man was constantly seducing her unconsciously.

On occasions like today where they pretended to be a sweet couple, who knows if after a few more times she would truly want to get on his pirate ship.

"This is Mrs. Qi right? Famous without meeting, truly a great beauty."

"Qi is so fortunate!"

"I've never seen Mrs. Qi before, was she a celebrity before?"

"Mrs. Qi has to attend more cocktail parties and auctions in the future!"

"Hahaha, Qi don't be stingy with your little wife..."

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Compliments came flooding towards them like waves.

Qi Mo's lips curved, occasionally answering a couple sentences, but most of the time using a faint smile to respond.

Refined yet aloof.

In the middle of conversing, Sheng Mumu's hand slid down from Qi Mo's neck.

Well, since they were acting, she didn't need to keep hanging on him.

But unexpectedly, after she put her hand down, Qi Mo's hand didn't move from her waist, still gently holding her.

She inconspicuously glanced at him, and saw the handsome face was expressionless as always.

She then psyched herself up.

Alright.

He was the one providing the money afterall.

Since they were husband and wife, it didn't count as taking advantage.

Thinking this, Sheng Mumu's expression gradually became natural.

The few people who were just discussing what Qi Mo's new wife was like, now had their mouths wide open in shock.

Their eyes kept shifting to look at Sheng Mumu.

"Mrs. Qi is different from the rumors!"

"Now I believe those reports saying she was just an ordinary girl. Her looks alone are enough to attract people." Someone exclaimed.

"Tsk, who knows if she's natural or not. She's probably had lots of injections."

Someone looked upset, "It doesn't matter if she's natural or not. What's important is that Qi likes her. Look, ever since Mrs. Qi came, Qi's hand around her waist hasn't let go."

"So envious."

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A middle-aged man holding a wine glass walked to Qi Mo's side.

"Qi, I'm the new CEO of Maoxing Group, Jack. I've wanted to find an opportunity to chat with you for a while now. Do you mind...?"

Qi Mo finally let go of her waist, tilted his chin to lightly clink glasses with the man.

Seeing that Qi Mo wouldn't be free for a while, Sheng Mumu turned her attention to the dessert table.

She had rushed out earlier and was feeling a bit hungry now.

Just as she was debating whether to eat the strawberry shortcake or chocolate cake,

A voice came from behind her.

"Beauty, I haven't seen you around before. Which family's young miss are you?"

A young man with a tall pompadour hairstyle appeared behind Sheng Mumu.

Based on his actions and tone, he seemed to have just arrived and didn't know she was a married woman. He was trying to hit on her.

Sheng Mumu smiled lightly and introduced herself.

"Hello, I'm Sheng Mumu, Qi Mo's wife."

The young man's shoulders visibly stiffened, his smile froze, but the shaking amplitude of the wine glass in his hand betrayed his inner nervousness.

"Oh...ah...so you're Mrs. Qi. Heard a lot about you, pardon my rudeness."

Speaking, he lowered the glass to lightly tap against Sheng Mumu's.

Sheng Mumu took a light sip, responding calmly, "It's fine."

The young man awkwardly left.

The married couple who were just talking with Qi Mo saw this scene and joked about it.

The lady laughed, "Hahaha, Mrs. Qi is young and it's her first time attending a cocktail party, so she got mistaken for an unmarried young lady. It's because Qi has been hiding his new wife at home, afraid she'd get snatched away!"

The middle-aged man beside her had a hearty laughing voice, "Youth is great indeed. I wish I could be 10 years younger, then perhaps I could compete with Qi."

The lady exaggeratedly glared at him, "You? In your dreams. You couldn't compare with Qi even when you were young."

Amidst the laughter, Sheng Mumu followed along with a fake smile.

She had smiled so much her mouth felt numb.

Suddenly, she felt her waist being lightly held by a pair of warm big hands.

Turning to look, Qi Mo had finished talking and naturally put his arm around her waist again.

Qi Mo's voice was light, "What are you talking about?"

The lady responded, "We were saying many young men came to talk with Mrs. Qi just now."

Sheng Mumu's mouth was still smiling.

But in her heart she scolded "f*ck".

Clearly it was just one person, how did it become "many young men".

This was clearly trying to stir up problems between the couple!

Fortunately her relationship with Qi Mo was fake, so he wouldn't care.

Qi Mo didn't respond to the lady's words. He slightly lifted his arm to call over a waiter.

The waiter used a tray to receive Qi Mo's empty wine glass.

She didn't notice that when the man beside her lowered his head to put down the glass, his jaw tightened a bit.

Following that, the big hand around her waist tightened its grip a little.

Her curves were practically stuck to his body.

It was as if declaring a certain absolute dominance.

Sheng Mumu's red lips parted slightly. She thought for a bit but didn't say anything.

Looking up at the man much taller than herself, she tried to convey a message with her eyes: Do we have to keep acting like conjoined twins?

She hoped he would understand.

Qi Mo's dark eyes were deep and tranquil, his expression gave no clues to his thoughts.

Sheng Mumu: ......Alright, failed to convey the message.

She shifted her gaze towards the dessert table, planning to find an excuse to slip away. She lowered her voice and asked:

"I'm going to get a slice of cake, want me to bring back a slice for you too?"

Qi Mo glanced down at her, his brow faintly moved, voice low: "No need."

"Ok."

Sheng Mumu went alone.

As she maneuvered through the crowd, many male gazes followed her.

Qi Mo watched her back view, noticing the other men looking at her, his eyes dangerously darkened.

After some time, he lightly knitted his brow, lifted his wine glass, and drank a mouthful.

The silently aloof appearance of this man actually hid a wildness deep down.

Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to navigate the world of business at a young age and accumulate a huge fortune.

Men who compete for every inch of ground in the business world have territorial instincts that are almost reflexive.

By the time Sheng Mumu came back with two small cakes, the man's hand was naturally wrapped around her waist again.

Sheng Mumu didn't think too much of it, understanding his actions as just pretending to be a loving couple in front of others per their agreement.

She held a small cake in each hand.

The strawberry and chocolate flavors both looked delicious.

Just as she was about to dig in, Sheng Mumu noticed Qi Mo's gaze on her.

She looked back at him, eyes glancing down at the plates in her hands.

Her bright eyes blinked blankly for a few seconds, then slowly opened her mouth:

"Um...both are mine. You said earlier you didn't want any, so I didn't grab your share."

Silence for half a second. Sheng Mumu felt like that didn't seem appropriate to say.

He provides her food and lodging, pays for her daily expenses on his card, and gives her a fixed 500,000 monthly allowance. It would be petty to fuss over a slice of cake.

Since he suddenly looked at her, he probably wanted cake now.

If he wanted it, she should just give it to him.

"Here, you can have the chocolate one. I'll go grab another slice."

She symbolically nudged the plate towards him a few centimeters, eyes bright and clear.

Qi Mo's gaze paused faintly, looking at her for a few seconds with an inscrutable expression.

Then he said in a tone laced with laughter:

"They're both yours, go ahead and eat."

Sheng Mumu blinked: "???"

If you're not eating, why stare at me.

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