You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family-Chapter 104: Qi Shaobai: Another Day as a Tool Man

The park square was divided into several areas.

Normally, the square dancing groups would occupy one area, the old men who played chess or chatted leisurely occupied another area.

Those who wrote Chinese characters on the ground with brushes took up a quiet corner.

People who fanned themselves and chatted were gathered under the shadiest tree.

Everywhere exuded the atmosphere of worldly lives.

Sheng Mumu actually really liked this kind of atmosphere.

Sometimes when she accompanied Feng Yaoqin to the park square, she would not rush to go home, but would stroll around leisurely instead.

As time went by, many people got to recognize her.

"Yo, the daughter-in-law of the Feng family is here!"

While strolling casually, she was called out by a voice.

Looking in the direction of the voice, it was Grandpa Zhou who liked to walk his parrot at night, carrying a bird cage and calling out to her.

"Hello Grandpa Zhou."

"Oh."

After walking a few more steps:

"Mumu, Sister Feng's daughter-in-law, come, come, auntie has cut up some watermelon, come have a piece?"

Sitting in a bamboo chair listening to the radio broadcast, Aunt Yang kindly called her over to eat watermelon.

It seemed Sheng Mumu had a natural charm that made people like her.

Even people who did not know her long, needed only to chat with her a little, and they would be attracted by the optimism and liveliness she exuded from the inside out. Even if the other party was two to three decades older than her.

Because there was such a pretty, filial and likable daughter-in-law, Feng Yaoqin quickly became the most enviable old lady at the park square.

She was extremely happy every day, and her movements were much more agile and cheerful when dancing.

Becoming more and more satisfied with her daughter-in-law, somehow, her dissatisfaction with her son deepened.

That day, Feng Yaoqin called Qi Mo.

The call was quickly picked up, and Qi Mo's steady, low voice came through, "Mom."

Feng Yaoqin got straight to the point: "What's wrong with you?"

There seemed to be some confusion on the other end of the phone, and silence for a few seconds.

Feng Yaoqin said reproachfully:

"Mumu is busy with work, but she can always find time to accompany me at the park square. You, on the other hand, can never seem to find time. You tell me, I've been back for so long, and which day have you not-"

"Mom, I'll come tonight," came a low, gentle laugh from the other end of the phone, coaxing her in a deep voice, "I'll come with Mumu tonight to accompany you."

Feng Yaoqin's hand holding the phone tightened.

She had only wanted to complain a little, and did not expect her son to agree so readily.

Instantly, her face lit up with joy:

"Great, that would be wonderful."

Before hanging up, Feng Yaoqin added:

"Bring Shaobai along too. Don't let him stay home alone doing test papers every day, he must be bored to death. Today is Saturday, let him take a break and relax."

"Alright, anything you say."

That afternoon.

Zhang Housekeeper knocked on Qi Shaobai's room door and relayed what he just received in the young master's phone call.

"What? Dad wants me to go square dancing with grandma?" Qi Shaobai rubbed his ears, frowning.

Suspecting that he had misheard.

Zhang Housekeeper looked embarrassed.

"Yes young master. On the phone just now, the master said to let you go over if you're free tonight. I guess...probably...maybe... it's likely for dancing."

"I still have test papers to do," Qi Shaobai leaned against the door, intending to close it. "I won't go."

Ridiculous. What seventeen-year-old starts square dancing?

Moreover, even if he was seventy he still wouldn't dance.

Zhang Housekeeper pushed against the closing door and squeezed in:

"The mistress told me to tell you not to be late tonight. She and the master are waiting for you at the park square."

Qi Shaobai's hand paused, and he gradually let go, opening the door a little wider.

"They want to go too?"

Zhang Housekeeper answered truthfully: "I'm not sure, possibly."

Maybe the mistress was tricking the young master, who knows.

After all, for this mistress with strange thought processes who was difficult to fathom, one could not make guesses based on common sense.

Qi Shaobai sank into deep confusion.

His clear eyes revealed a huge question mark.

No way.

What were they thinking?

Had they earned enough money and were ready to retire early? Forming a square dancing group???

With how busy they usually were with work, this guess didn't seem plausible.

Seeing Qi Shaobai's utterly confused expression, Zhang Housekeeper smiled imperceptibly.

As expected, it worked.

Another useful housekeeper technique gained.

That night.

The good-looking family of three appeared at the park square, attracting the attention of the uncles and aunties.

Feng Yaoqin stood proudly in front of the three, introducing them to her square dancing friends.

She looked at Sheng Mumu first.

"This is my daughter-in-law, you're all very familiar with her already."

People around her laughed and chimed in: "Very familiar, Mumu is known all over this park square, ask anyone who Mumu is and they'll know!"

Feng Yaoqin laughed, wrinkles appearing at the corners of her eyes, unable to conceal her pride.

She then looked at the two tall men standing to Mumu's left and right, "This is my son Qi Mo, grandson Qi Shaobai."

Qi Mo nodded slightly, his expression mild and composed.

Sheng Mumu struggled to hold back her laughter beside them.

It was just too weird. Usually chilly and keeping everyone at arm's length, now in front of his mom's friends, Boss Qi was actually so polite and refined.

Interesting, very interesting.

She turned her gaze to Qi Shaobai's side, no longer able to hold in her laughter.

"Pfft-" she laughed out loud.

Faced with the warm greetings from the elders around them, Qi Shaobai's arrogant and aloof face showed a very unnatural smile. The corners of his mouth were pulled up mechanically as if being lifted by someone, greeting people around stiffly:

"Hello grandpa."

"Hello grandma."

"Hello grandpas and grandmas."

Sheng Mumu went over to rescue him, handing her bag over as she passed by, "Little Qi, let me take you around, I'm familiar with this area. Help me hold my bag."

"Okay, okay." Qi Shaobai shot her a grateful look, eagerly taking her bag.

Just then, music sounded throughout the square.

It was eight o'clock, and AI assistant Little Ai started playing music.

The previously scattered groups of people started gathering in one place.

Moving their arms and legs, getting ready to dance.

Behind her, the man with the relaxed and gentle posture walked up a few steps and stood beside her.

He shifted his arm sideways a little, tilted his head to look at her gently, and said in a low voice:

"Let's go, take me around too."

Sheng Mumu looked back into his misty, warm eyes, her gaze lowered to the arm he stretched out.

She hesitated for only a second before dutifully linking arms with him, smiling charmingly.

"Alright, let's go."

Qi Shaobai was stunned for a moment before slowly catching up with dad and stepmom.

Carrying the bag lazily in his hand, he trailed behind them.

This time, it only took less than half a minute for him to accept reality.

Ok, fine.

Another day of being a prop.

Used to it.