The wealthy stepmom became wildly popular in the parenting show
Chapter 492 What do you mean?

Chapter 492: Chapter 492 What do you mean?

Being on the show for just a few days, they’ve managed to get along so well. That means, they’re attracted to each other! And things are moving quickly.

"If I were them, I’d be shy and embarrassed too!"

"What couple wouldn’t get familiar like that."

"And they’re so thrilling, haven’t you all noticed! The first day they were openly sitting on each other’s laps. The second and third day, there were kisses!!!"

"Exactly!! I bet they’re already rolling around in bed by now!"

Thrilling! Really thrilling!

The scene in the live stream nearly made Grandma Fu want to nosebleed, filled with emotion. It reminded her of when she and the old man had just gotten married.

The old man was especially shy and also a slow warm-up, forcing her to only be able to pull at his little blanket...

Fu Chengzhou isn’t like that at all. He’s very proactive with Li Xingwan!

He’s got that male charm down pat!

Li Xingwan felt somewhat awkward at Fu Chengzhou’s words. Why would she call him if she couldn’t sleep?!

As if she’d ever seen that!

"Alright, alright, let’s move on to the next detail," Li Xingwan hurriedly spoke to change the subject, following the waiter outside. "Where was he standing when he walked downstairs?"

"Here! Right here!" The waiter stood at that spot, looked down, and pointed at a corner. "When he was eager to go down, he almost bumped into the artist Celia. After a few words of apology, he went downstairs."

It turned out that everyone’s identity here played a certain role.

Li Xingwan stood at the spot and looked down. Little Mobao also stood there looking down, but he couldn’t see. He could only tug at Fu Chengzhou’s sleeve helplessly.

This made everyone burst into laughter. Who would have thought Little Mobao could also be so humorous.

Knowing he wasn’t tall enough, he knew to ask his dad for help.

Seeing the little guy growing a bit closer to him, Fu Chengzhou lifted Little Mobao up with both hands so he could join Li Xingwan in looking down.

His task for today was to follow closely behind the two of them, watching them experience the interactive drama.

While at it, he might as well start looking for... other cases on Li Xingwan.

"Mommy, what do you see?" Little Mobao leaned his head towards Li Xingwan.

Li Xingwan pointed to a large wall mirror near the staircase. "From our current angle and considering Mr. Wiggy’s height, it would be very easy to fall prey to some illusion in extreme fatigue.

Turning towards the wall mirror, Little Mobao echoed, "That’s true."

The wall mirror reflected everyone below, some of the silhouettes elongated, others altered. For instance, if a lady of distinction wore a brooch, it might be misidentified as a weapon due to a momentary blur of vision.

"So could that mean someone was mistaken for something else which led to that person’s death?" The waiter behind them exclaimed in shock.

"It shouldn’t be the case, his eyesight isn’t failing him," Li Xingwan spoke. "Running downstairs would have sobered him up enough.

Besides, when you all mention him running down from the upstairs, you didn’t say he had a dagger in his hand at the time."

The waiter: "..."

"Yes, it seems to be like that."

Li Xingwan descended to the first floor, pointing at the treacherous frog. "The wound on this person isn’t that deep. If someone else had lent a hand, it likely would have gone straight through. Even though it hasn’t penetrated, it’s clearly fatal."

The live stream audience: "..."

Following Li Xingwan’s line of thinking seemed to make sense.

"So what are you implying?"