Chapter 10
During evening self-study time, Qi Shaobai thought about what had happened recently.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was strange.
He felt that he shouldn't look at people through tinted glasses.
Not every stepmother is sinister.
At least, Sheng Mumu didn't seem to be.
Qi Shaobai somehow thought of what had happened at home that day.
Sheng Mumu had the maid deliver snacks to him and reminded him that someone had slipped something in his drink.
The stubborn temperament of the teenager made him feel that he shouldn't always accept other people's kindness without giving anything in return.
One good turn deserves another.
Since Sheng Mumu had helped him, he didn't mind speaking up for Sheng Mumu in front of his dad a little bit.
He remembered that day she said his dad didn't like her drinking alcohol.
Qi Shaobai frowned and pondered for a long time before taking out his phone and tapping the screen.
He typed and deleted over and over again.
It took a very long time before he finally sent out a message.
At that time, Qi Mo was signing a letter of intent with a British partner.
Seeing Qi Shaobai's name light up on the screen,
Qi Mo said "Excuse me" to the other party in English.
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He didn't know what had happened.
Qi Mo's expression was cold as he slowly capped his pen and knitted his brows before opening his phone.
His actions were unhurried and composed.
Reading the message on the screen, a hint of confusion flashed through Qi Mo's deep eyes.
The content of Qi Shaobai's message was:
"There is no family rule in the Qi family that prohibits drinking alcohol. I personally think your request for her not to drink is a bit excessive."
Qi Mo's rugged eyebrows slowly furrowed as he sent a reply back.
The message was brief and concise, just like him - "Who?"
Upon receiving the message, Qi Shaobai gritted his teeth and quickly typed a reply on the screen: "Your wife."
Qi Mo's eyes were dark and deep.
When did he ever say that he didn't like her drinking?
That night, Qi Mo called the butler Zhang.
Based on his understanding of Qi Shaobai, if nothing had happened, Qi Shaobai would never say such things to him suddenly.
"Has anything happened at home recently?"
Being asked so suddenly, Butler Zhang tensed up.
The master rarely asked about things at home, so by asking this, he must be asking about Madam, right?
"Master, I didn't want to disturb you over there. Young master got into trouble at school today and Madam went to the young master's school."
"Oh? What kind of trouble did he cause?" The voice on the phone was low.
Butler Zhang reported everything he knew to Qi Mo in detail.
For example, familiar songs and TV shows also existed in this world.
But some industries that were quite mature in her world had not yet developed here.
Thinking of this, Sheng Mumu suddenly felt as if she was playing a very realistic business simulation game.
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She was so excited she couldn't fall asleep at all.
On this night when her ambitious vision was gradually becoming clear, and she was counting money in her head until her hands cramped, thinking about how many people she would need to massage her in the future, Qi Mo suddenly returned home.
Lying with her back to the bedroom door, Sheng Mumu heard the sound of the doorknob turning.
In the darkness, soft footsteps drew closer and closer.
After a while, the mattress beside her sank, and along with a unique refreshing scent, Qi Mo got into bed.
Sheng Mumu's breathing became light.
Feeling the man's breathing gradually even out behind her, she slowly turned her body.
In the dim light, she examined her husband whom she had only seen twice before.
Qi Mo had one hand propped under his head and the other hand outside the covers, lying on his side.
His chest rose and fell slightly with each breath.
His breath gently brushed against her forehead.
It made her forehead feel itchy.
She adjusted her position a little in the darkness and propped herself up.
Plucking up her courage to observe him from another angle.
The sleeping Qi Mo lacked the unconscious majesty he usually exuded when awake.
His long eyelashes gently drooped down, and his tall nose made his face look three-dimensional and prominent.
Sheng Mumu didn't know how long she stared at this incomparably handsome face.
From his forehead to his eyes, to his nose, his jaws.
And finally stopping at his Adam's apple and collarbone.
Every part was too good-looking.
Time seemed to favor Qi Mo in particular.
His face didn't have a single wrinkle.
How could he look like a 38-year-old man?
Did wealthy people have special maintenance secrets?
Could it be botox?
Just as she was speculating.
Those beautiful peach blossom eyes silently and slowly opened, looking over at her in the dark.
The man's voice was gravelly, wrapped in an ascetic air, his tone low and hoarse:
"Is there something on my face?"
Sheng Mumu: "!!!"
She was so frightened her heart skipped a beat and she almost cried out.
This man wasn't asleep at all!
How long had he been awake???
Damn!
Getting caught peeping was too embarrassing!