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

Chapter 1

Qi Mo came out of the bathroom, his bathrobe loosely wrapped around his body. His broad shoulders and narrow waist, along with his taut abdominal muscles, paired with the dim lighting, exuded an aura of sexuality.

Sheng Mumu was leaning against the edge of the bed, her alluring posture showing off her curves. Her red lips were slightly parted, seeming to pout and complain:

"Qi Mo, are you not able to perform? Even when I'm like this you still won't touch me?"

As the words fell, a strange look arose in the man's dark eyes.

Sheng Mumu, who had just transmigrated over, was also shocked by those words. Just now, a blinding white light had flashed before her eyes.

Sheng Mumu had transmigrated into the body of a character in a novel who shared her name, becoming the male lead's evil stepmother.

The handsome man with an elegant aura and striking figure before her eyes was not the male lead Qi Shaobai from the book.

Rather, he was the male lead's father.

The true CEO Daddy - Qi Mo.

Backlit, Sheng Mumu could not see the man's facial features clearly, but it was as if she could hear the solidification of the surrounding air.

The atmosphere had become extremely awkward.

Right before she transmigrated over, the original owner had been complaining that her new husband was unwilling to fulfill his marital duties.

The social death rating was a 10 out of 10!

Qi Mo's sharp and oppressive gaze slowly moved away, turning towards the bedside table.

Next to the wine glass, a conspicuous condom sat.

In Qi Mo's deep eyes, his emotions were indiscernible as he spoke in a low voice:

"We just signed a prenuptial agreement last month. You're regretting it already and want a divorce so soon?"

The prenup stated - pretending to be husband and wife, not actually consummating the marriage.

In his eyes, her words were tantamount to wanting to break the agreement prematurely.

Sheng Mumu had just transmigrated into the book and had not yet recovered from the shock.

She did not directly answer his words, and fell into contemplation while biting her fingertips.

The man had mentioned: only signing the prenuptial agreement last month.

So the original owner had married into the Qi family just a month ago.

That meant the male lead of the novel, Qi Shaobai, was only 17 years old now?

This novel started from when Qi Shaobai graduated from university, describing the love-hate entanglement between the gloomy young master of a wealthy family and the optimistic female lead.

The original owner was just a minor character in the book, with only a few hundred words total written about her.

Simply put, she was just a plot device to catalyze the male lead Qi Shaobai's rebelliousness in his youth.

Constantly sabotaging the relationship between father and son in the Qi family, wanting to give birth to her own child to truly become the Qi family matriarch.

The evil stepmother ultimately met a tragic end, being kicked out of the Qi household.

Thinking about that novel she had only read halfway through, Sheng Mumu couldn't help but gasp.

Based on the plot she remembered, the original owner was 28 years old this year.

Which happened to be exactly the same as her own age.

Thinking of this, she froze in astonishment.

Counting it up, the male lead's father Qi Mo should be 38 years old now.

But this man before her eyes didn't look anywhere close to 38 at all?

Before she could think more deeply, Qi Mo had already strode over with his long legs.

The man had a tall and well-proportioned figure, at least 188 cm.

As he walked closer and closer, his distinct and handsome face was carved even more clearly by the interplay of light and shadow.

His nose was straight and high, his deep eyes shrouded in layer upon layer of glistening light.

His skin was a cold pale hue, with a few beads of water lingering on his collarbone.

As he walked, the water droplets disappeared into the depths of his bathrobe, adding a touch of sexiness to his ascetic and aloof aura.

Sheng Mumu unconsciously swallowed, as a line flashed through her mind - a walking hormone.

She was increasingly certain that this definitely wasn't the physique of a 38 year old man.

Both desirous yet prohibitive.

Simply trampling upon her preferences.

The sensual lighting, burning incense in the room, wafting waves of ambiguous sweet fragrance over.

Before Qi Mo could ask again "do you want an early divorce", Sheng Mumu pulled over the quilt to cover up her lace negligee with its scarce material, decisively saying:

"No divorce, no divorce. I drank too much, just drunken rambling."

Qi Mo's brow faintly moved, his gaze sweeping over the new wife's face before him, saying:

"Are you certain?"

He did not like forcing others.

If she wanted to leave, she could do so anytime.

The man's voice was steady and calm, yet Sheng Mumu felt an innate sense of oppression.

She fell silent for a while before heavily nodding in response.

"Absolutely, definitely, and certainly!"

Stumbling into great luck to get a card to experience transmigration and become the wealthy leisurely madam she had dreamed of being.

How could she get a divorce before properly enjoying the rich wife life?

She wouldn't do such an unprofitable deal.

Definitely not because her husband was too handsome.

And not because she could have the male lead of the novel as her son without experiencing the pains of childbirth.

The man gazed at the new wife mumbling to herself before him.

He could sense she was a bit different than before, but did not want to ask too much.

A husband and wife relationship established by just a sheet of paper, was no different than strangers.

He did not care about her abnormal behavior.

As long as she cooperated in playing the role of wife.

Anything else was unimportant.

"Mm." He responded in a low and indifferent voice.

Then unhurriedly undid the tie of his bathrobe, placing the bathrobe to the side.

His naked upper body had taut and smooth musculature. His shoulders were very wide, then tapered sharply at the waist. His proportions could be called perfect.

From the corner of her eye, Sheng Mumu's earlobes couldn't help but turn red.

Soon after, the mattress beside her sank down a few centimeters as Qi Mo lifted up the quilt and got into bed.

The scent of soap mixed with the man's own fresh and clean aroma rushed into her nostrils.

Beneath the hazy bedroom lighting, his handsome eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of casualness.

His tone was low and indifferent.

"Go to sleep."

After speaking, his shapely fingers lightly flipped the bedside lamp switch.

The light and his attractive voice faded away at the same time, instantly plunging the room into darkness.

Sheng Mumu felt complicated.

The palpable presence of the man beside her made her feel tightness in her chest, at a loss for where to place her hands.

Tossing and turning the entire night, she only fell asleep at first light.

When she woke up, it was already nearly 2pm. Qi Mo had long gone to work.

She could finally wander around her new home arranged by fate, without any psychological pressure.

Xiyu Yue Ting was located in the most prime land in the capital, with the Qi residence being the largest standalone villa in this lakeside community.

Altogether there were 8 bedrooms, 12 living rooms, 9 bathrooms, 5 balconies.

Home theater, gym, game room, wine cellar, everything was available.

Outside the villa was also a conservatory, swimming pool, and separate quarters for the domestic helpers.

Sheng Mumu gave it some careful thought - with her salary before transmigrating, she would have had to work hard for at least 3 generations to buy a house like this.

As an executive at a foreign company, her previous annual salary was not considered low, yet housing prices increased faster than her promotions. Right until she transmigrated into this world, she still hadn't saved enough for the down payment on that large apartment she had been eyeing.

However, being unable to afford it also had an advantage of being unable to afford it.

At least whenever her parents nagged her to get married, she could use "buying a house first, talk about the rest later" to stall for time.

After wandering around the villa until her legs ached, Sheng Mumu didn't feel tired at all.

The two big problems that had plagued her previously:

Saving up to buy a house, parents urging her to get married.

Were solved all at once!

What was there to be unsatisfied about?

"Wow."

"So big."

"Oh my gosh!"

The butler followed behind Sheng Mumu, maintaining a professional calm expression despite the occasional exclamations he heard.

Only when Sheng Mumu returned to sit on the leather sofa in the living room did he speak up to ask:

"Madam, since you did not specifically instruct yesterday what you wanted to eat, I had the Chinese chef and Western chef both make a little something. Would you like to dine in the formal dining room, or should I bring it up to your room?"

"Let's go to the dining room."

Only when Sheng Mumu sat down at the long dining table did she realize what the butler meant by "made a little something".

Chinese and Western dishes piled up the table, along with exquisitely plated desserts.

Mm, indeed just a bit...