You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family-Chapter 109: The Old Fox

Sheng Mumu seriously suspected that her phone's battery was drained by a certain man surnamed Qi, who would send her messages every now and then.

8:45 AM

Qi Mo: "[Image] Morning breakfast."

Just after waking up, with sleepy eyes and unwiped eye boogers, Sheng Mumu's appetite was enticed by the exquisite breakfast in the photo.

The picture was taken at an outdoor restaurant on a high-rise building in Central. In front of her was a sumptuous breakfast prepared by a hotel's star chef.

Beside the slender, pale hand was a cup of authentic *** milk tea steaming hot.

Sheng Mumu gnashed her teeth in anger.

She quickly tapped her fingers to reply.

"Mr. Qi, do you have any sense of limits? Showing off breakfast is one thing, but the milk tea is going too far!"

She had just sent the message not long ago.

Her phone vibrated.

Qi Mo: "Get up and brush your teeth."

Sheng Mumu: ???

What does that mean?

Is he remotely commanding her from such a distance?

Just when she was puzzled, there was a knock on the door from outside.

Zhang Housekeeper was pushing a small cart.

"Madam, the master asked me to bring you breakfast."

Sheng Mumu stared in surprise.

"He asked you to prepare breakfast for me? When did he say that?"

Zhang Housekeeper lowered his head slightly, concealing his obvious smirk, and replied:

"The master gave the order an hour ago, saying that you would want to eat after waking up, Madam."

On the small cart were freshly made cream pig-shaped buns, shrimp dumplings, and scrambled eggs prepared by the chef at home.

In the cup, *** milk tea emitted the same steam as the one in the photo.

Zhang Housekeeper placed the food on the table one by one and left the master bedroom.

Now Sheng Mumu understood the meaning behind the man's words, "Get up and brush your teeth."

She walked to the window and slowly opened the smart curtains.

The sunlight slanted onto the white wool carpet in the room.

She stepped barefoot on the carpet.

The fair tops of her feet basked in the sunlight.

A warm and pleasant mood spread throughout her body.

Under the sunlight, her eyes were bright, clear, and appeared both bright and gentle.

Leaning her porcelain-like arms against the terrace, one hand supporting her cheek, the other hand replied to the message.

"I can't tell... Tsk, tsk."

Meanwhile, the man in Hongcheng had already finished breakfast and was sitting at a business table discussing with his partners.

He saw the message on his phone.

Throughout the morning negotiations, he was distracted several times.

What does she mean?

What can't he tell?

And the meaning behind "tsk, tsk"?

The culprit that disturbed his thoughts, after enjoying a delicious meal and picking up her bag, headed to the company.

She had no intention of explaining the words she left halfway.

12:00 PM

Just as he bid farewell to his partners, Qi Mo furrowed his brow and picked up his phone.

He asked the question that had been bothering him all morning: "What can't I tell?"

At that moment, Sheng Mumu was in a product iteration meeting with the members of the product department.

Her phone was on silent mode, placed on the table.

She stood with her hands behind her back, facing away from the table, attentively watching the screen projection and listening to her subordinates' reports.

The phone screen lit up and then dimmed.

Then it lit up again.

When she finally finished the meeting and picked up her phone, she had received several messages.

Qi Mo: "?"

Qi Mo: "It's not a good habit to leave a conversation hanging."

Qi Mo: "Are you busy?"

Qi Mo: "Then you go ahead."

Sheng Mumu burst into laughter.

As if one could imagine the aura of that man, with his icy and stern demeanor, feeling inexplicably wronged as he uttered those words.

A flicker appeared between her eyebrows, and suddenly she didn't feel like giving him a proper response.

Raising an eyebrow, she replied, "You're only halfway through your sentence. It should be something like, 'If you don't have a partner in the future.'"

Little did she know.

As soon as this joke was made.

The person on the other end of the line called directly.

His voice was low, husky, and slightly faster-paced than usual.

"I didn't intend to ask further, but since you said it like that, I must hear the whole story. I don't want you to be without a partner in the future."

Sheng Mumu's eyes were filled with amusement as she said, "I'm not afraid."

"I am," the man's magnetic voice responded abruptly, almost as soon as she finished speaking.

His words echoed in her ears, staining the tips of her ears red.

Unconsciously, she picked up a ballpoint pen from the table and played with it, casually asking, "Qi Mo, why didn't I notice your dominance before? Are you afraid, so you're forcing me to say it?"

On the other end of the phone, a low laugh came through, and his tone slowly said,

"It's not about dominance. The main issue is that if you don't have a partner, I don't know whose name to put on my assets."

Sheng Mumu instantly froze: "............"

This guy.

This man.

He knew she wouldn't yield to hard or soft tactics, but he had a particular fondness for making money and spending it.

He had started using this trick.

He was truly cunning.

She took a shallow breath and leisurely replied, "Stop it, you're cheating."

The man on the other end of the line seemed to have anticipated her response long ago. His voice was low and deep, with a hint of laughter as he asked,

"Can the judge make an exception?"

The man's enchanting voice left her momentarily speechless.

After a while, she finally responded.

And so, two workaholics who were both usually very busy ended up chatting about this meaningless topic for over an hour on the phone.

When the call ended.

Her phone was already slightly warm.

Sheng Mumu's cheek, pressed against her phone, also felt a slight warmth.

She opened the food delivery app, intending to order a sandwich and salad to quickly get through lunch.

Little did she know, before she could even press the confirm order button, a message from him popped up on the screen.

Qi Mo: "I had the chef at the revolving restaurant prepare some dishes you like, and they'll be delivered to your office soon. Don't settle for just any meal."

Sheng Mumu widened her eyes and looked around.

She wondered if she was being monitored.

This was too incredible.

It was as if this man had the ability to read minds from miles away.

How could he have anticipated that she was planning to settle for a simple meal?

They had just been on the phone a moment ago.

When did he instruct someone to deliver food to her?

She hadn't noticed at all.

Ten minutes later.

The manager she had met at the revolving restaurant last time personally delivered the meal to her.

Six dishes and a soup, all of them her favorite dishes at home.

"Madam, if there's anything you'd like for dinner, you can let us know in advance." The restaurant manager knew that Mr. Qi doted on his wife, so whenever there was an opportunity to deliver a meal to her, he wanted to make a good impression. He wished he could deliver meals to her every day.

Sheng Mumu shook her head and declined the restaurant manager's kindness.

When she was alone in the office, she messaged Qi Mo.

"Mr. Qi, I'll answer the unfinished half-sentence from this morning."

"Who would have thought that you're so good at making girls happy, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk [shaking head]"

"You're quite something, buddy.gif"

After sending the message, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Just after a few bites, his phone lit up.

Qi Mo: "Indeed."

Upon reading this message, somehow, a faint trace of disappointment flashed through Sheng Mumu's eyes. She couldn't explain why.

The next second,

Another message came through.

Qi Mo: "If we consider Mom and Grandma as girls."

Her dimples slightly sank, and the clear gaze flickered with a momentary sense of loss, only to be replaced by a gentle smile.

Realizing how her mood had changed within a short span of time, she paused with the chopsticks in her hand.

Suddenly, she realized that she seemed to be gradually falling under the spell of this cunning old fox.

He was maneuvering in his own way, step by step.

With this in mind,

She pressed her lips together.

And put her phone aside.

She warned herself.

Before leaving work, she would absolutely ignore any messages from this man.

Cunning old fox.

She wanted him to know that she wasn't that easy to chase after.