You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family-Chapter 118: I am.

Her breath surrounded him.

Qi Mo's breathing hitched, his heart thumping like a drum, pounding heavily.

A hint of pleasant surprise flashed through his dark pupils.

Scorching and profound.

He lowered his long lashes, gazing down at the woman nestled against his chest.

His eyes lingered gently on the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, the edges of her lips.

Further down, her exquisite clavicles rose and fell.

His throat rolled unexpectedly and he averted his eyes.

Unconsciously, his large palm came to rest on the woman's back.

He patted it twice.

The icy aura around him suddenly turned gentle.

The air was suffused with the pleasantly crisp scent of him.

His voice was low and mellow, the final note lingering, concealing a smile.

"I'm back."

Anyone who saw this scene would feel the affection was almost overflowing.

Only Qi Mo himself knew.

Sheng Mumu had secretly pinched his arm, lowering her voice to say:

"Help, you're back just in time, I was almost interrogated by Old Lady."

Qi Mo chuckled lowly, his chest rising and falling slightly. "I'm here."

Not far away, Old Lady couldn't hear their whispers, she only saw this intimate scene like newlyweds.

Her smile instantly filled her face.

Just now she had been worried the relationship between her grandson and granddaughter-in-law was not good.

Now seeing it with her own eyes, her concerns were gone.

Qi Mo's gaze moved past Sheng Mumu's head, looking at Old Lady with a gentle, humble smile. "Grandma."

Old Lady called out loudly, "My big boy is back!"

Sheng Mumu appropriately ended the embrace, a performance of affection also needed to hit the right note, too much would be excessive.

Just as she was about to return to Old Lady's side, her wrist was grasped by the man's warm large palm.

His hand slid down her slender porcelain wrist, holding her hand.

He led her to stand in front of Old Lady.

Qi Mo's tone was calm and ordinary, "Grandma, I ran into Doctor Jiang earlier, she said she misses you a lot."

Old Lady smiled, eyes curving, "Little Jiang ah, oh that's right, she opened a clinic in Jing City, I almost forgot about that."

Qi Mo said, "I'll take you to visit Doctor Jiang's clinic tomorrow?"

Old Lady clasped her hands together, "Good, show Little Jiang the sword practice photos Mumu took of me."

Qi Mo nodded slightly. "Mm."

Sheng Mumu glanced at the man beside her with the serene, gentle smile.

She secretly marveled.

As expected of Qi Mo.

With just a few words he got Old Lady to agree to get a check up.

Just as she was thinking this, the hand holding hers tightened slightly as the man turned his head, looking over with gentle eyes.

"Are you going?"

Sheng Mumu didn't even need to think before nodding her head, "Going of course, I'll go with Old Lady for the check up."

The corners of the man's lips quirked up as he rubbed her soft fingertips, his low voice rumbled,

"Good, we'll go together."

As the three of them were speaking.

Suddenly Qi Shaobai squeezed his furry white head between Qi Mo and Sheng Mumu.

The boy didn't have much tact, lazily piping up,

"Dad, I'm performing Tai Chi sword with Great Grandma for the arts festival."

Qi Mo's brow twitched as he glanced at him, his tone neither light nor heavy,

"Mm, I know, go practice."

"Okay!" Qi Shaobai withdrew his head.

Dinner was very simple.

The chef cooked several bowls of homemade noodle soup with meatballs Old Lady had frozen earlier.

Qi Shaobai had practiced sword for several hours and was starving, drinking up all the soup.

Sheng Mumu left some room in her stomach, taking up two bowls of bird's nest soup after dinner.

She brought one to Old Lady.

When she left Old Lady's room, she happened to see the servant Mother Yu knocking on the door to enter.

Old Lady familiarly pulled Mother Yu into the room to chat.

Sheng Mumu carried the soup bowl as she left Old Lady's room.

A trace of doubt quietly arose in her heart, eyebrows faintly furrowed.

Until she entered the master bedroom, she suddenly seemed to realize something, her eyes lighting up sharply.

She frowned deeply.

That time Qi Mo came home late at night, and she had secretly watched him from the moonlight but he discovered her.

At the time, embarrassed, she had suggested going to sleep in the next room.

Qi Mo stopped her, saying "It would raise suspicions."

So he had known all along!

This man had long known Old Lady had arranged for someone in the house to keep an eye on things, yet he didn't expose it.

But used his own methods to reassure Old Lady.

Suddenly, Sheng Mumu's cheeks flushed red.

Heavens.

That time...

After Qi Mo said that.

She had actually short-circuited and responded like that...

Too embarrassing.

Thinking about it now, she hated herself and wanted to change her name and flee overnight.

She had originally planned to drink some bird's nest soup, put on a face mask, and sleep beautifully.

Now she had completely lost the mood.

She kept replaying the awkward scene that day.

Completely unaware the sound of the shower had already stopped.

Until the man walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, she was still standing by the window, berating herself alone.

Why did she have to think so badly!

Qi Mo noticed her abnormal mood and walked over to her quietly, footsteps light.

"What are you thinking about?"

Sheng Mumu didn't turn her head, reflexively answering, "Feeling down, want to pack up tonight and bury myself in a place where no one knows me."

After she spoke.

She heard the man's low, magnetic laughter by her ear.

She gathered her thoughts and turned her head.

Qi Mo's exquisite and sculpted features were within kissing distance, having just gotten out of the shower, his eyes still hazy with faint mist.

So handsome it seemed unreal.

A hidden gleam passed through his deep pupils.

He suddenly reached out from behind her and placed a quite heavy file folder in her hands, slowly opening his mouth,

"Take a look at this, hopefully it improves your mood."

Sheng Mumu blinked at him in confusion, not knowing his intention. She looked down at the file folder in her hands,

"What is this?"

Qi Mo lowered his eyes, long lashes fluttering, "Open it and see."

She didn't know if it was her imagination, but Sheng Mumu felt the man in front of her seemed a little nervous.

She opened the file folder in puzzlement.

She quickly browsed through the thick stack of documents.

The letterhead on the pages showed a law firm in Gang City.

Looking down.

Tens of pages, meticulously listing this man's personal assets.

Real estate, equity, foreign exchange, collectibles...

The liquid assets had clear numbers.

The illiquid assets were labelled with approximate value ranges.

The more Sheng Mumu read, the more confused she became, completely unclear on Qi Mo's intention in showing her these.

Qi Mo's scorching and certain voice, carrying the scent of the complimentary bath product they shared, slowly drifted over.

As low and magnetic as always.

But the unsteadiness could be clearly heard.

"I've given serious thought, just telling you I like you so rashly on WeChat was too hasty."

"These...are everything I've earned over the years."

"All given to you."

"I hope you can believe my sincerity."