Chapter 83

Qi Shaobai opened the box with the words "Three Years of Gaokao, Five Years of Simulation Tests" printed on it.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that inside was the Lego racing car model he had always wanted but could never find anywhere.

"How did you find this? Vice President Dong tried so hard to get it for me for so long, and even tried contacting the original foreign manufacturer, but still couldn't find it."

Sheng Mumu raised her eyebrows smugly, "I have my ways."

Someone from a prestigious family like Qi Shaobai would of course not know about the existence of second-hand trading platforms in this world.

She had searched online for a long time.

Through introductions, and more introductions.

She finally got in touch with some foreign Lego enthusiasts.

Sheng Mumu asked them if they had any new, unopened editions of that racing car Lego set, and said she was willing to pay any price.

But people who could afford rare Legos usually didn't lack money.

She really couldn't think of a way.

Sheng Mumu had no choice but to employ the art of language.

She artistically embellished the reasons why she wanted to buy that model -

"Brother, hello. A few years ago, an accident took away my son's legs.

Having lost his legs, he placed all his hopes for life in his hands, and only had Lego building left as a hobby.

As his mother, I only hope he can be happy. Please, brother, sell me this model!

My child really likes it. I'm willing to pay any amount."

With the idea of trying her luck, she sent it out, not expecting to actually find a willing seller.

The seller was a brother with an anime character as his chat avatar, who readily sold her the model, and even left a message telling her that if her son wanted any other rare Legos in the future, he could help her find them.

Sheng Mumu thanked him profusely, and immediately changed the otaku brother's nickname to "Dream Maker."

Sheng Mumu thought that Qi Shaobai wasn't really her son in the true sense.

So...those words...shouldn't really count as cursing Qi Shaobai, right?

Sheng Mumu comforted herself, while tapping an electronic wooden fish for ten minutes.

Asking the Buddha to forgive her for lying.

Of course, she didn't tell any of this to Qi Shaobai.

Qi Shaobai was simply ecstatic to receive a rare model, practically wagging his tail.

If he knew that she knew an otaku brother who could help her find all kinds of limited edition Legos, his tail would surely wag right off!

Qi Shaobai squatted next to the coffee table, eager to rip open the packaging, excitement written all over his face.

He had just found the opening when a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder, and a voice sounded from above his head.

"Have you forgotten what you said?"

Sheng Mumu glanced at him, emphasizing her words.

Qi Shaobai's hands froze: "..." On the day he decided to study hard for the Gaokao and put all his Legos away in the collection room, he had made a solemn vow - that he wouldn't touch them again until after the Gaokao.

Dear Heaven...

How could her memory be so good???

The delight in Qi Shaobai's eyes gradually turned to grief, and he painfully squeezed out a few words from between gritted teeth.

"I won't play with it, I'll just look."

Having said that, he reluctantly handed the Lego to Butler Zhang, and went back to his room with clenched fists to do some English listening exercises.

As he walked, he whispered to himself:

"No rush, no rush, time will fly by in the blink of an eye..."

Seeing Qi Shaobai like this, Sheng Mumu covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud.

It wasn't actually that she was too harsh and didn't allow Qi Shaobai any entertainment.

Rather, this racing car model was extremely complex.

With a total of 19,000 pieces, once he started building it, it would take at least tens of hours.

With models, as soon as you pick up that first piece, you get totally obsessed and can't stop thinking about it.

Before it's completed, you can't focus on anything else.

Now was not the right time to be building models.

That night, Sheng Mumu wanted to share with Qi Mo the amusing reaction Qi Shaobai had when opening his gift, but never found the right moment.

After getting home from work, the workaholic immediately buried himself in his study.

By the time Sheng Mumu came out of the bathroom, she heard him talking to someone in the room.

The master bedroom had an semi-open space of about 10 square meters, with a desk.

Qi Mo would occasionally handle some temporary work there.

Passing by, Sheng Mumu glanced over.

The man with the steady aura was holding his phone, standing next to the desk, talking on the phone.

Their eyes met.

The usual hardness of his jawline softened a little, as if in greeting.

Then he was absorbed in the call again.

Some of Qi Group's real estate projects in the UK were stalled due to local circumstances.

He was discussing countermeasures with several core employees who had been with him since the group's founding.

Sheng Mumu leaned against the headboard playing on her phone, her gaze occasionally falling on Qi Mo.

The man had rolled up his shirtsleeves, revealing strong, pale forearms.

His collar was slightly open, posture relaxed and casual.

As he spoke, he would slowly pace occasionally.

More often, he stood facing the floor-to-ceiling window, posture tall and slender.

Sheng Mumu really enjoyed watching him work seriously.

It was like an enjoyable movie scene.

His voice was low and magnetic, decisive and steady.

He spoke concisely and directly, cutting to the key points. Not only was it pleasing to her ears.

She could also learn a lot of business management experience from his brief words.

As Sheng Mumu listened, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she took out a notebook.

The pen is mightier than the memory.

She quietly stole some lessons, taking notes here and there.

On the phone, a subordinate was reporting some feasible solutions to Qi Mo.

As Qi Mo listened, his gaze inadvertently shifted away, looking at Sheng Mumu. His dark eyes paused briefly.

She had originally been sitting at the head of the bed, but somehow had moved to near the ottoman without him noticing.

She was now sitting cross-legged on the wool carpet, leaning over the ottoman, writing and drawing, looking very focused.

A trace of puzzlement rose in the man's eyes.

After a while, when he looked over again.

The puzzlement grew thicker.

She had moved to the chaise lounge now.

The man's brow twitched slightly, not understanding at all.

It seemed like every time she moved, it was a little closer to him.

Qi Mo's eyes were deep and confused.

After a while, Sheng Mumu quietly closed her notebook.

Listening to Qi Mo's long phone call had given her quite a bit of inspiration, and several ideas had sprung up in her mind.

She couldn't wait to discuss them with Qin Jiamu.

Qin Jiamu also felt the same when Sheng Mumu messaged her, so the two impatient people simply met up directly.

An hour later.

Seven Coffee Shop.

Qin Jiamu breathlessly pulled out a chair.

"Little Mumu, sorry I'm late. I was just watching a movie with my husband in East Town, and rushed over when I got your message. I'm exhausted!"

Sheng Mumu poured a glass of water for Qin Jiamu, "Don't worry, have some water first."

Qin Jiamu took a sip, "I didn't get anything out of that movie at all, my mind was full of ideas for the brand promotion."

Sheng Mumu looked apologetic, "Did I interrupt your date night?"

"No way, we're an old married couple." Qin Jiamu smiled and lowered her voice, "Plus, I gave him a little treat before leaving, to appease him a bit."

As she finished speaking, a sweet expression appeared on Qin Jiamu's face.

It was hard to imagine such an expression on a woman married for nearly 20 years.

Sheng Mumu's gossipy soul suddenly ignited, and she narrowed her eyes, "What treat?"

"Little Mumu, you're so gossipy!"

Qin Jiamu's ears turned red, and she glared at her.

Then cunningly shot her a look, and slowly asked in return:

"What about you, out so late discussing work, did your man at home say anything?"

Sheng Mumu smiled, eyes curving.

"I also gave him a little treat."