Sheng Mumu was confused after receiving the message.0
What did "wait for him" mean?0
Wait for him to come back from Singapore?0
The food was already cold.0
"Don't get distracted, why are you playing with your phone again?" Feng Yaoqin nudged her with her arm, "You young people, always clinging to your phones, I don't know what's so fun about it."0
Sheng Mumu's thoughts returned and she lied smoothly, "I'm using the memo app to write down the steps so I remember, you can't rely on just your memory, right mom?"0
Feng Yaoqin looked at her suspiciously, with a skeptical expression, but didn't say any more.0
Fifteen minutes later.0
Feng Yaoqin was explaining to Sheng Mumu how to slice the beef along the grain when sounds came from the front door.0
"Cousin—" Qiao Li was the first to notice Qi Mo, and called out in surprise, eyes widening.0
The handsome man with deep-set eyes lightly nodded his chin in response.0
Taking long strides, he headed straight for the kitchen.0
Hearing the noise, Feng Yaoqin poked her head out to look.0
Seeing her son, her face lit up, revealing the ordinary mother in her.0
She spoke happily but reprimandingly:0
"Didn't Manager Zhang say you wouldn't be back in the capital for a few more days? How come you're back so late? Did you just get off the plane? Aren't you tired?"0
Although the two were not related by blood, after so many years together, their relationship was no different from a real mother and son.0
In front of others Qi Mo was a taciturn and cold businessman.0
But in front of Feng Yaoqin, although he was still sparing with his words, his cold, chiselled features softened with rare warmth.0
Even his tone of voice became gentle and mellow.0
"I finished up early so I came back ahead of schedule."0
As he spoke, he slowly walked over to Sheng Mumu's side.0
Naturally he wrapped his arm around her slender waist, tied with an apron.0
Standing side by side, he said to Feng Yaoqin:0
"Mom, you just got back from vacation, don't tire yourself cooking. Get some rest early."0
Hearing this, Feng Yaoqin raised her voice and said,0
"What's tiring about making a few dishes? Back when we didn't live in such a big house, I made breakfast, lunch, dinner, and late-night snacks every day. You wouldn't have grown so tall and strong otherwise."0
She smiled and her tone hinted at seeking credit, "Isn't that right?"0
Qi Mo's lips curved up slightly, his smile gentle, "Yes mom, you're right, but it's getting late today."0
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Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family
RomanceNOT MY STORY, NOR MY TRANSLATION For Offline Reading Purpose Only Author(s) 鹿迟 Summary Sheng MuMu was transmigrated into a novel. While others transmigrate to become celebrities, she ends up becoming a stepmother to a 17-year-old young master of a p...
