You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family

Chapter 54

On the last two days in Shen City, Sheng Mumu bought a lot of things.

The single suitcase she brought with her when she came became three suitcases when it was time to return.

In the afternoon when the sunset was fading away, the three of them boarded the return flight's private jet.

Although not as big as commercial airlines, the private jet was still quite spacious and luxurious.

In addition to the standard configuration like sofas, leather seats, dining tables and wine cabinets, there was even a small conference room and a bedroom with its own bathroom.

So Sheng Mumu was able to check off "lying in a luxurious bedroom on a private jet watching the sunset" from her bucket list.

After a flight of several hours, the plane landed at Jing City Airport.

Driver Xiao Wang had already arrived at the airport. Seeing the attractive family of three coming out of the airport hall, he hurried over to greet them.

He carefully took over the cart stacked with three suitcases from Qi Mo's hands and gently loaded the luggage into the car.

After getting into the car but before starting the engine, Xiao Wang felt a pat on his seat.

He looked back to see the mistress beaming as she handed him a small box.

"Xiao Wang, a gift I brought back for you."

Xiao Wang was overjoyed. He reflexively glanced at Boss Qi Mo, then at Sheng Mumu.

Not knowing if he should accept it or not.

"This... Madam, how could I accept your gift?"

Leaning lazily against the back of his seat, Qi Mo nodded slightly.

Having obtained the boss's tacit approval, Xiao Wang took the small box with both hands and smiled as he expressed his thanks: "Thank you, Madam."

The gift Sheng Mumu picked for Xiao Wang was a sunscreen.

She noticed that unlike other chauffeurs for wealthy bosses, Xiao Wang did not wear white gloves.

She guessed that Qi Mo probably found them pretentious so asked him to forgo this professional custom.

As a driver who was exposed to the sun all day, having arms tanned two different colors would not look nice.

Sheng Mumu gave a charming smile. "You're welcome."

Sunscreen was not a valuable gift. Her habit of bringing back little something for people around her was cultivated over 28 years of interpersonal experience.

When travelling, she would definitely get souvenirs for others.

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A token of her thoughts.

The gift receiver felt happy, and so did the gift giver.

From the airport to Xi Yu Yue Ting villa area, Qi Shaobai changed from the cold cap he had been wearing in Shen City to a duckbill cap.

As soon as he got in the car, he pulled the brim low and crossed both arms over his chest, leaning back to rest.

Sheng Mumu couldn't help but quip: "You're in the prime of youth, yet feel tired after just a few hours on the plane and need a nap."

The corners of Qi Shaobai's lips quirked up slightly. For once, he didn't retort back.

It wasn't because he was tired.

He just didn't want to be a light bulb for them and tried to keep a low profile.

He hadn't forgotten Sheng Mumu's reddened earlobes when she got off the car yesterday, and the expression on his dad's face that could only be described as delight.

Eh...just one word: mushy.

The car entered Xi Yu Yue Ting villa area and stopped outside the iron gates of their villa.

Zhang Housekeeper was already waiting at the door with a smile, craning his neck looking out.

Seeing the master and mistress getting out of the car, he quickly instructed the servants to bring over hot towels for them to wipe their hands.

"Welcome back, Sir, Madam, young master. Hope you had an enjoyable trip."

Zhang Housekeeper rubbed his hands, smiling till wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, looking every inch the kindly old head of the household.

He had worked for the Qi family for many years.

Before coming to the Qis, he had also been a housekeeper for other wealthy families.

Those wealthy households were invariably cold and aloof.

In the less populated ones, relationships were just cold and distant. In those with more people, infighting and backstabbing over the family fortune was unavoidable.

The Qi family had never had such issues.

The master didn't impose many rules. As long as they did their jobs well, he gave them ample respect and freedom in other aspects.

Zhang Housekeeper sincerely felt that he had found the best job with the best boss imaginable.

Yet he didn't expect that it could get even better after the mistress joined them.

With her presence, the Qi residence gained a human touch rarely seen in other wealthy homes.

Xiao Wang took out the suitcases from the trunk, intending to help push them in. But Sheng Mumu stopped him.

She opened two of the suitcases. They were packed full with gifts.

Sheng Mumu squatted by the opened luggage and handed out presents to everyone according to the different packaging.

For the housekeepers Sister-in-law Yang and Sister-in-law Wang, she brought branded hand creams. For Chef Cai in the kitchen, a new chef's knife.

For groundskeeper Master Lv who took care of the garden and swimming pool, it was a neck massager.

She didn't miss anyone.

The servants were pleasantly surprised and quickly expressed their gratitude.

"Thank you, Sir!"

"Thank you, Madam!"

...

Qi Mo, standing on the side, had a relaxed look on his brow and eyes.

"No need to thank me. It was the madam who brought you all gifts."

Hearing this, Sheng Mumu narrowed her bright, shining eyes and shook her head solemnly.

"You're wrong. Without you, I couldn't have bought these."

Qi Mo's straight brows quirked up slightly. "Oh?"

Sheng Mumu's eyes glittered playfully as she let out a heh heh laugh.

"I charged them to your card."

As her words fell, everyone burst out laughing.

The small courtyard instantly became immersed in a warm, harmonious atmosphere.

Specks of light flickered in Qi Mo's eyes, threading into strands of mirth.

He was silent for a few seconds before responding in a drawn out tone:

"What's mine is yours. No distinction."

Sheng Mumu was stunned for a moment.

She had to admit, Qi Mo was more committed to their act than her, always ready to play the loving husband.

How could she let him best her?

With a charming smile, she looped her arm around his. In a sickeningly sweet voice she cooed:

"Dear, you're so wonderful~"

As she finished speaking, she tiptoed and moved closer, adding softly so that only the two of them could hear:

"How did I do? Compared to you I'm not too bad, right?"

His unique fresh and cool scent drifted to Sheng Mumu's nose, and she was momentarily lost in a daze as his alluring voice brushed past her ear canal.

Before she could ponder the meaning behind his words, her hand was grabbed.

Her fingers were pried open by the man's warm yet powerful palm.

Changing into a pose of tightly interlaced hands.

Being led by him into the villa, Sheng Mumu fell half a step behind. With her hand clasped tightly, it was as if she was possessed. A tingling numbness spread from her palm to her whole body, and inexplicably, her earlobes were flushed with heat.

She was not thin-skinned.

Yet now she felt like she was seeing ghosts, embarrassed and bashful.

Knowing clearly they were just acting, she still couldn't help becoming flustered.

Tall and handsome with chiselled features as if crafted by the goddess Nüwa, the man's thin lips curved up imperceptibly.

Contained satisfaction.

The onlooking servants' mouths were stuffed full of dog food.

If their inner thoughts could be converted into danmu subtitles floating overhead,

perhaps at this moment above the Xi Yu Yue Ting villa district, there would be:

[Ahhhh they match so well!]

[The Sir and Madam look so perfect together!]

[Getting paid to watch this sweetness feels so good!]

...

Zhang Housekeeper was the first to put away his gossipy smile and assume the stern demeanour of a head housekeeper.

He cleared his throat and ordered everyone to disperse:

"Ahem! Stop gawking, go back to your tasks."

Young people nowadays had no life experience and would exaggerate everything.

Scenes like this would occur daily from now on. No need to make a big fuss over it.

Qi Shaobai just stood at the side with a complicated expression, seeming uncomfortable yet content.

He had never seen his dad behave this way.

Not used to it, yet he liked it very much.

He affirmed this judgment in his mind.

His dad was indeed mushy.