I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

His handsome eyebrows swayed in the light, and fell into Song Wanqing's eyes from time to time.

She sat quietly in the pavilion, her eyes full of affection, and her originally restless heart was now completely calm.

The years are quiet and good, and they are so gentle.

If I could live my life with Cheng Qian'an, I would be quite satisfied.

Unconsciously, she curved her eyebrows, and when Cheng Qian'an finished dancing with the sword and turned back, he noticed her sparkling eyes, and a look of doting and smile appeared on his face.

"Madam, how was my dance?" He approached Song Wanqing and asked as if asking for a reward.

The warm breath sprayed on Song Wanqing's cheeks, making her feel itchy. Her face turned red and she tried to hide away, but Cheng Qian'an seemed to have foreseen it and held her slender waist tightly with his big hands, making her unable to move.

Song Wanqing lowered her eyes to hide her panic and shyness.

Cheng Qian'an's eyes were dark. He stared at Song Wanqing's pink lips, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"Madam..." His voice was hoarse and deep, and it sounded like an alluring flame to Song Wanqing's ears.

She was trembling with fever.

"It's getting late, how about I carry you back to your room to rest?"

Song Wanqing looked up at the half-setting sun.

"..."

Cheng Qian'an picked her up and went back to the room.

The atmosphere in the room was particularly quiet, and the two people's breathing was particularly clear. Song Wanqing couldn't help but pull Cheng Qian'an's collar. She opened her eyes and looked at the face in front of her that was gradually getting bigger.

The cold and soft lips slowly covered hers, their breaths intertwined and their heartbeats connected.

A night of love.

One month later.

Song Wanqing was eating when she suddenly felt nauseous. She hurriedly got up and left.

Cheng Qian'an's face changed and he chased after him.

"My wife?" He supported Song Wanqing helplessly, his eyes full of worry.

Song Wanqing waved her hands, and her frown slowly relaxed after a long time.

She didn't know what to feel in her heart, worried and surprised.

She had been feeling nauseous recently, and her period had been delayed for several days. Based on her medical experience, she was most likely pregnant.

This is too fast.

When Song Wanqing thought of her shameless life over the past month, her cheeks flushed instantly, and the twinkling light in her black eyes was particularly moving. She looked at Cheng Qian'an and said, "Husband, I think... I'm pregnant."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Qian was stunned.

Immediately, he picked up Song Wanqing in surprise, like a child who got candy, "Are you really pregnant? My wife!"

The laughter of the two people rang out in the backyard.

The news soon reached Ji Huaichuan's ears, and he sent a gift that day, which also included a letter.

When Song Wanqing received the gift, she smiled brightly, but a stingy man next to her was unhappy. He snatched the letter from Song Wanqing's hand and read it word by word with a frown.

"I hope Miss Song is doing well, both mother and child are safe, and she and Master Cheng will live happily ever after..."

His brows turned cold, and he threw the letter aside in dissatisfaction, snuggled into Song Wanqing's arms, and muttered, "Do we still need him to tell us about our husband and wife's affairs?"

Song Wanqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing his jealous look, she couldn't help but rub his head.

"Master Ji has good intentions after all. Look at the gift. It's the finest brocade. It just saves us the money to make clothes for our children in the future. Isn't that good?"

"Not good!" Cheng Qian shook his head and said, "I can still afford to support you. I don't need his help at all."

"Oh, I see, my husband, you are the best." Song Wanqing used that trick to coax people again, and sure enough, Cheng Qian'an behaved better.

"You want to eat the wrong food even if it's your own sister's husband? Ji Huaichuan is your brother-in-law!"

Cheng Qian'an suddenly remembered that he had almost forgotten it.

I only remembered that Ji Huaichuan was interested in his wife, but now I have forgotten that he has married Chu Jinning.

Time flies so fast.

He couldn't help but hug Song Wanqing tightly. Now he had to cherish every passing minute and second.

Song Wanqing was confused by his inexplicable emotions and could only let him hug her affectionately.

"Ma'am, let me see how big our baby is now."

Cheng Qian'an lowered his head and was about to take a closer look at Song Wanqing's still flat belly.

"It's only been a month, how can you tell?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dabao and Erbao jumped up to the two of them and forcibly pushed Cheng Qian'an aside.

"Mom, mom, we want to see the baby!"

"How can you see it now? Mommy's belly hasn't even grown yet!"

Cheng Qian'an looked at the two noisy little guys with resentment.

Why is it that everywhere he goes, there are people trying to snatch his wife from him?

-

The capital city, which had suffered from the war and displacement of its people, finally recovered its former glory with Song Wanqing's full efforts.

Song Wanqing founded countless shops in the capital, owned a huge industry, and became the de facto richest man in the capital.

The people in the village also moved to the capital one after another and found jobs with Song Wanqing!

There is a constant stream of customers coming to the embroidery workshop, and the room is extremely lively at the moment.

When Miss Wang saw Song Wanqing walk into the room, she was very excited and couldn't hide the joy on her face.

The living conditions in the village were limited, and Madam Song was worried that they would not have a good life, so she took them all in and asked her to continue to help manage the new embroidery workshop!

The land here is much larger than that in the village! Madam Song is a great benefactor to them.

She held a cute and well-behaved little girl in her hand, walked up to Song Wanqing, bowed, and said softly, "Madam Song."

He gently pushed the child's back and signaled her to call for help.

The child was also smart and obedient. She tilted her fair little face up and smiled, saying in a childish voice, "Aunt Song, my name is Xiaolian."

Touched by the child's call, Song Wanqing's cold features softened. She leaned over and picked up the three-year-old child, her voice gentle, "Xiao Lian is so good, do you want to go to school?"

"Go to school?" Xiaolian's big watery eyes showed curiosity. She looked at Song Wanqing's face and blinked, then subconsciously looked at her mother and said in a baby voice, "Mom, Xiaolian wants to go to school too."

"This..." Looking at the expectation in the child's eyes, Miss Wang asked Song Wanqing hesitantly, "In the capital, can children of ordinary people like us also go to school?"

Originally, I thought that if my child could not go to school after moving to the capital, my husband and I could teach him a little, so that he would not be illiterate in the future. This was all thanks to Madam Song. If it weren't for her, they would not know what reading is.

"Of course you can." Song Wanqing curled the corners of his lips slightly, and rubbed Xiaolian's head with his slender hands, "You can take Xiaolian to the school to handle the formalities tomorrow. It's time for her to start education at the age of three."

"Okay, okay! Thank you, Madam Song!" Madam Wang couldn't help but thank her again and again.

Song Wanqing smiled.

After saying goodbye to the two of them, she walked to the escort agency again.