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

Chapter 72

Earlier, she had never been to Qi Mo's study before.

In just a few days, she had unlocked two new locations in succession.

Qi Shaobai's bedroom and Qi Mo's study.

In her imagination, a study should only be a few dozen square meters, with a desk and a few bookshelves.

She didn't expect Qi Mo's study to be so extravagant.

At least one hundred and fifty square meters.

To be honest, with this area, it was a bit too modest to still call it a "study".

The room was spotless, and everything was arranged very neatly.

Behind the desk was a whole wall of bookshelves extending down from the high ceiling.

Across from the desk was a tea table, unlike the tea house outside, there was only one chair next to the tea table.

Facing the door was a floor-to-ceiling window with an open view. There was a small cushion next to the window,

with a half-read book on it, a bronze bookmark peeking out from between the pages.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Sheng Mumu felt as if she could imagine Qi Mo sitting there with his eyes closed in contemplation, or turning the pages of a book.

The study gave off the same feeling as Qi Mo's temperament.

Straightforward and efficient.

Rather than calling it a study.

It was more like his personal domain.

Under Qi Mo's guidance, Sheng Mumu found three safes.

Standing in front of one of the safes, she pressed her lips together tightly.

Suddenly feeling a little nervous.

The president's safe.

What would be inside?

Curiosity and nervousness in hand, she entered the password and pulled open the safe door.

Inside there wasn't the bundles of cash or piles of gold bars she had imagined.

Divided into two layers, the top was some documents and contracts.

The bottom, small books like property deeds, were stacked neatly.

Sheng Mumu's breathing slowed, and she silently estimated.

At first glance, at least fifty or sixty books.

Sheng Mumu: ......

This man, he's too rich!

There were three safes of the same size in the study.

As the old saying goes, crafty rabbits have three burrows.

Moreover, Sheng Mumu believed that the places where Qi Mo kept his assets were definitely not limited to these three safes in front of her.

Thinking of this, her hand trembled involuntarily.

Not having seen much of the world, she was timid.

Fortunately her tone was still calm, she asked, "What do the documents you mentioned look like?"

Qi Mo patiently described them, and Sheng Mumu quickly found the document.

When she closed the safe door, a familiar piece of paper caught her attention.

That piece of paper with the little cherry blossom pattern stood out conspicuously among the contract documents and property deeds.

Uh......

She was dumbfounded.

Wasn't that the loan agreement she had randomly found a template for online and handwritten before?

She felt a little ashamed.

She really didn't expect that the agreement she had casually found a template for online and transcribed would be placed together with a pile of valuable contracts and property deeds.

If she had known,

she should have used better quality paper.

She should have signed it more carefully too.

Sheng Mumu awkwardly laughed and said to the earpiece,

"Why did you put my agreement here? My agreement is of what level, and your documents are of what level, I'm embarrassed."

Low, pleasant laughter came from the earpiece.

The slightly vibrating frequency was like a feather tickling her ear.

"This agreement is very important. You still have it, right?"

Sheng Mumu paused, "Of course I do."

She really didn't believe Qi Mo would think a 2 million yuan agreement was important.

A man's mouth, lies like a devil.

She didn't believe him one bit.

Qi Mo: "That's good."

Sheng Mumu smiled, "President Qi, you're not asking this because you're afraid I'll break the agreement and run away, right? To be honest, now that I know the password to your safe, if I did run away, I'd take more with me."

It was obviously a joke, and they both laughed.

After a long time, Qi Mo stopped laughing, and solemnly responded in a low voice:

"Breaking in is fine, but don't even think about leaving."

Sheng Mumu only took it as the man's sense of humor, and said,

"I know, I know, even if I wanted to run away I wouldn't be able to."

Until she fell asleep that night.

She was still thinking about Qi Mo's words.

What exactly did "Breaking in is fine, but don't even think about leaving" mean?

Could it be...

A dark poke reminding her that the repayment date was approaching?

At this time, she was planning to establish a sub-brand.

There were many places that needed money for this critical juncture.

Besides, it wasn't the agreed time yet.

There was no way around it.

She'd have to earnestly talk it over with Qi Mo when the time came.

And ask him to extend the time again.

She turned over under the quilt.

No, that wasn't the right attitude to ask someone for something.

She should at least treat him to a meal right?

She looked at the time.

10:48 pm

Estimating that Qi Mo was usually still awake at home at this time,

Sheng Mumu sent him a WeChat message:

"I want to treat you to a meal when you get back, do you have time? [bouncing puppy.jpg]"

He immediately replied:

"Ok, what time?"

After Sheng Mumu set a time, she also sent a message to Su Tingran.

She must know which restaurant in the capital would be suitable for entertaining.

As usual, Su Tingran asked, "What's the nature of the dinner, business?"

Sheng Mumu: "No, just me and Old Qi, just a casual meal."

Su Tingran: "Ok!"

Su Tingran immediately understood, and recommended the restaurant she had been keeping in her favorites folder, planning to go check it out with her husband after he returned.

*

Sheng Lei received a call from a lawyer.

Informing him that the court had frozen his accounts through judicial procedures, and was returning the assets to compensate Sheng Mumu.

Bang—

"Piss off!" Sheng Lei, reeking of alcohol, yelled into the phone.

He threw his glass at the TV that was playing news footage.

Glass fragments went flying everywhere.

The TV flickered a few times then continued playing.

Cursing, he got up from the sofa barefoot, wanting to go to the door to get his bag and check how much cash he had left.

Dizzy from the drunkenness, he fell over on the ground.

The glass shards sunk into his palm, the piercing pain sobering him up halfway.

The more he thought about it, the more furious he became.

Why?

They were both surnamed Sheng.

Now she, Sheng Mumu, was living a rich and luxurious life in mansions, while he was reduced to such circumstances.

Why!

If his parents were still alive.

They would surely protect him, give him anything he wanted.

Just then, the phone rang.

It was his investment advisor calling to ask why all the money in his investment accounts had been forcibly transferred out.

He didn't respond, just hanging up the phone.

Now, he had nothing left.

Only the house his parents had left for him in his hometown.

Would he have to slink away from the capital in shame?

The TV was broadcasting financial news.

Reporting that Qi Enterprise and a leading Singapore company had reached a long-term cooperative intention, and today the president of Qi Enterprise and the other party had signed a letter of intent.

Hearing the two words "Qi Enterprise".

Sheng Lei suddenly looked up, his expression becoming fierce.

In the picture, the man in an exquisite suit was shaking hands with someone, a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

Loftily overlooking all, gaze aloof.

Annoyingly lofty!

Sheng Lei could no longer restrain his anger and jealousy, picking up the ashtray and smashing it at the TV.

With two crisp cracking sounds, the screen went dark.

It was also in this moment that a crafty gleam flashed across his bloodshot eyes.

Qi Mo wasn't in the capital?

Sheng Lei rolled over to pick up his phone from the floor, heedless of the stinging pain in his palm.

He immediately started flipping through the message he had seen earlier that morning.

After flipping for a long time.

His eyes narrowed deeply, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. That was it.

Yueji Flower House.

That was the name.

That morning he had seen someone's video tour promoting this shop, and Sheng Mumu had appeared on camera as the boss.

He clenched his phone tightly, squeezing out a sentence from between gritted teeth:

"If I can't have a good life, don't expect to have one either!"