You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family Chapter 62: This is a notice, not a consultation

When Sheng Mumu ca out of the head teacher's office, it was already past lunchti.

Qi Shaobai received Sheng Mumu's phone call and ca to et up in the parking lot.

Driver Xiao Wang saw the three of them coming from afar. He respectfully opened the car door and waited at the side.

Qi Shaobai quickened his pace without betraying any expression, getting into the passenger seat.

Sheng Mumu and Qi Mo naturally sat in the back row.

Qi Shaobai's phone vibrated.

It was WeChat ssages from Wei Zhaonan, sending three in a row to complain to him.

"Handso Zhaonan: My mom gave a good scolding after talking with the head teacher. I'm screwed. She said she's going to get a ho tutor for make-up classes."

"Handso Zhaonan: Sun Wukong is so annoying.jpg"

"Handso Zhaonan: I'm so miserable!!!!"

Given Qi Shaobai's personality, of course he wouldn't miss out on such a good opportunity to gloat.

"Qi: You deserve it."

"Handso Zhaonan: Hehe, I'll pray to the heavens that you also have to take make-up classes."

"Qi: Impossible."

"Handso Zhaonan: Do you know that advertising slogan? Nothing is impossible."

"Qi: Cut the crap."

Just seeing English made his scalp tingle.

Just as he was about to fire back with more mocking words, he heard Sheng Mumu's voice calling him from the back row.

"Little Qi, today the head teacher and I chatted and unanimously agreed that you need make-up classes, English."

Qi Shaobai: "......"

No way!

Karma ca back so quickly?

If I had known, I wouldn't have mocked Wei Zhaonan.

Can I still take back my ssages now?

He looked completely reluctant. He whipped his head around and blurted out:

"I won't take classes."

Sheng Mumu punched the back of the seat in front of her and raised her voice:

"This is a notification, not a discussion."

Qi Shaobai's eyes inadvertently glanced at his dad.

His dad was gazing out the window, seeming as if he wasn't listening to their conversation.

But after hearing his "I won't take classes", his eyebrows visibly furrowed.

Qi Shaobai was silent for a few seconds before swallowing and reluctantly saying:

"When and where is the teacher?"

Sheng Mumu still had her fist against the back of the seat, but her gaze had already softened:

", half an hour of tutoring after school every day."

"You?" Qi Shaobai blinked in disbelief, "Tutoring ? Not getting a ho tutor?"

Sheng Mumu raised her brows, "What, your grades are so terrible yet you still dare be picky about teachers? Or should your dad do it?"

She was just speaking casually.

She didn't expect that as soon as the words left her mouth, Qi Shaobai's expression would instantly freeze.

Qi Shaobai slowly turned his head back around, extrely reluctant as he replied:

"No need to pick, just you."

Just thinking about his dad's icy deanor, if they were to face each other for English lessons.

It would be...weird.

Hearing their conversation, the man who had been leisurely gazing out the window the whole ti slowly turned to face Sheng Mumu and said:

"No need for to tutor him?"

The dazzling afternoon sun shone on Qi Mo's cold, pale face, accentuating his sharp features with a warm golden glow.

Sheng Mumu waved her hand: "Why use an ox-cleaver to kill a chicken?"

Qi Shaobai: "......"

Qi Mo paused briefly, the corners of his mouth quirked up in an imperceptible smile. "Alright."

The car drove on for a stretch.

Qi Shaobai still couldn't accept the reality that he also had to take make-up classes.

He sent WeChat ssages to Wei Zhaonan to complain.

In the quiet car, only the tapping sound of him pounding on the screen could be heard.

Sheng Mumu seed to suddenly think of sothing. Her eyes lit up as she smiled at Qi Mo.

Mysteriously, she reached into her bag.

When she took her hand out, there was an extra paper bag in it.

Sheng Mumu grabbed the paper bag and shook it in front of Qi Mo:

"Got this for you, maltose candy."

She hadn't forgotten her earlier promise to him.

If she ca across a stall, she would get him so.

Just now on the street behind the school, she had specially lined up to buy a bag.

Qi Mo's gaze flickered slightly. Just as he was about to take it, Sheng Mumu withdrew her hand and said:

"Let try one first."

As she spoke, she happily opened the bag.

Suddenly, her expression sank.

Qi Mo asked, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Mumu regretfully said: "They're crushed."

It was probably from when she used her bag to hit the lecherous man earlier.

Qi Mo's voice was gentle. "It's fine, they can still be eaten when crushed."

Sheng Mumu hadn't intended to throw them out to begin with. Hearing him say this, she beca curious instead.

She leaned back to scrutinize the man in a crisp suit with refined features.

The esteed CEO of a huge conglorate, was he tired of exotic delicacies that he'd take a liking to plain maltose candy?

It's just maltose candy.

He likes it this much?

Even when crushed, he's unwilling to waste it.

Qi Mo took the paper bag from her hand, his dark pupils contracting as he asked: "What are you looking at?"

Sheng Mumu's thoughts snapped back. She shook her head: "Nothing."

Although she was curious, she wasn't so curious that she had to get to the bottom of it.

A CEO was bound to have so eccentricities.

It was understandable.

...

The car didn't drive straight back to Xiyu Yuedian Villa.

At Sheng Mumu's suggestion, the three of them went to a bookstore to buy English reference books.

They also ate at a nearby dining area.

By the ti they left the mall, dusk had already fallen. Only then did the car slowly make its way towards Xiyu Yuedian Villa.

Just as they were about to turn into the villa district entrance, a figure suddenly darted out from the roadside, blocking their way.