You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family Chapter 144: Good for you, loser man

Sheng Mumu directly sent him a string of question marks:

"???"

On the other end of the phone, the man in a suit and leather shoes looked at his phone, his eyes flickering slightly.

He wasn't sure if she was sleep talking about a yacht or fried dough sticks.

He prepared both, just in case.

Now it looked like.

It wasn't a yacht.

The more Sheng Mumu thought about it, the more she felt sothing was wrong.

She suddenly thought of sothing and started tapping on her screen.

"When did I ever say I liked yachts? If you want to frivolously spend money, just say so. Don't use as an excuse. You're really sothing, spending money like a wealthy playboy."

She had seen similar short videos online.

Things like a guy buying shoes in size 43 as a gift for his girlfriend, but they didn't fit her feet so he had to wear them himself.

It was all a scam!

She didn't expect the esteed President Qi of the renowned Qi Group to use such childish tricks!

Upon receiving the ssage, Qi Mo's eyes narrowed and he read Sheng Mumu's ssages over and over.

Suddenly, a hint of delight appeared in his dark eyes and the corners of his eyes curved up slightly.

He could taste a subtle sweetness between the lines of her ssage.

His slender fingers gently tapped as he slowly typed his reply.

Qi Mo: "Okay, I won't frivolously spend money next ti. I'll let you know in advance."

On the other end.

Sheng Mumu looked at her phone, her body stiffening.

Ouch~

Such a gentle reply.

It even seed apologetic.

Did she go too far with her words earlier?

A strong sense of guilt suddenly arose within her.

She slapped her forehead with a crisp "pia" sound.

Oh no.

Would her image be forever changed into that of a tyrannical, despotic tigress?

Sheng Mumu wasn't one to take things to heart.

By the end of work, she had already forgotten about it.

Her thoughts gradually changed from "I shouldn't have called him a wealthy playboy" to "that jerk, if he can spend money, so can I."

On her way ho, she went shopping at the mall.

She bought a bunch of new scented bath gels, shampoos, and scented candles.

Carrying two big bags of spoils, she humd a cheerful tune as she headed ho in high spirits.

She carefully organized these little happiness-boosting items she loved so much along the edge of the bathtub.

Waiting for her to randomly pick and pamper one each ti she took a bath.

Halfway through organizing, she suddenly stopped.

Her gaze fell upon the half-empty bottles and jars on the counter. Her brows furrowed slightly as she felt it was unfair.

Why did that man get to spend hundreds of thousands buying a yacht with a flick of his hand?

While she still had to use up her old bath gels after buying new ones.

That made no sense!

Imrsed in indignation, Sheng Mumu didn't notice the bedroom door open.

Qi Mo was ho from work.

Hearing the clinking sounds coming from the bathroom,

whose door was wide open, Qi Mo was puzzled.

His slender fingers hooked around his undone collar as he leisurely loosened his tie, glancing towards the bathroom.

Suddenly, his deep eyes narrowed.

Before him,

Sheng Mumu was hugging a pile of bottles and jars, walking towards the shower area.

The bathroom was huge. They tacitly used separate areas, she used the bathtub side, he used the shower side.

At this mont, Sheng Mumu had just taken a few steps into the shower area.

Sensing soone at the door, she slowly turned her head.

Seeing the man's tall, imposing figure at the bathroom door,

she froze, body stiffening.

Holding too many half-empty bath gels and shampoos, when she stopped, one bottle dropped out from the side.

It fell to the ground, bouncing a few tis.

The muffled sound echoed between them.

Sheng Mumu: "......"

The man's brow quirked slightly.

Seeming to express confusion with his eyes.

Sheng Mumu: "......" Although she had sneaked him gifts like this many tis before.

This was the first ti she had been caught red-handed.

She couldn't help but feel... embarrassed.

The corner's of Sheng Mumu's mouth twitched awkwardly.

"Uh... looks like you're running out of shampoo?"

A smile spread across Qi Mo's handso face.

With a slight exertion of his wrist, he fully undid his tie.

Lowering his head to hide his smile, he spoke as if he didn't care at all:

"Yeah, I'm almost out."

Sheng Mumu: "Ah... great, I'll share so with you."

Qi Mo's eyes smiled as he nodded, "Okay."

Upon his words.

Sheng Mumu relaxed.

As she arranged the half-empty bath gels on the shower shelf, she secretly glanced at Qi Mo.

She saw Qi Mo walk into the bathroom.

He stood lazily yet casually in front of the mirror.

Head lowered, he leisurely rolled up his sleeves.

Moving unhurriedly.

Viewed from the side, his figure was slender yet lazy, his silhouette perfect.

An indescribable charm.

Having finally rolled up his sleeves, he gently flicked his wrist to turn on the sink faucet, then slowly bent down.

He scooped so water to splash his face.

Then unhurriedly dried it with a towel.

He turned and left the bathroom.

The whole ti, utterly indifferent.

His face didn't show any unwillingness to use her half-used products.

Sheng Mumu even saw the corners of his mouth curve up slightly as he dried his face.

As if he was... happy?

This in turn made Sheng Mumu's guilt grow heavier.

Her heart felt gripped and very uncomfortable.

Added to what happened this morning.

In front of Qi Mo, her image as a tyrannical and stingy wife was becoming more and more ingrained.

What should she do?