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

She looked at the door and saw that it was not closed. In the past, no matter how busy he was, he would always close the door for her gently. It seemed that he had been frightened just now.

Song Wanqing shook his head and sighed. He should go and comfort her, otherwise he might not be able to sleep all night.

She walked into Cheng Qi'an's room and saw him sitting quietly in front of the bed. Hearing the noise, she looked up and saw Song Wanqing lowering his head guiltily.

He lowered his brows, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he felt vaguely uneasy.

Whenever he gets close to my lady, he wonders whether she will hate him.

"Qian, don't think too much. I was just teasing you." Song Wanqing gently touched his head and comforted him, "You don't have to worry about what happened just now. I don't mean to blame you."

Cheng Qian pursed his lips, stared into her eyes, and for the first time he felt sad for himself.

He asked softly: "Wife, I don't understand a lot of things. Am I too stupid?"

Hearing this, Song Wanqing's eyes flashed with surprise. She held up his handsome face with both hands and replied seriously, "Qian, you are very smart. You don't have to deny yourself. I don't want to hear you say these things in the future, understand?"

She thought to herself: Perhaps, it is time to put the treatment of his brain disease on the agenda. It would be a good thing if it could restore his confidence.

Song Wanqing's face was so close that Cheng Qian'an's breath was held. He finally let go of his hidden worries. A smile bloomed on his handsome face again, and his voice was clear and smooth: "Okay."

Finally, he fell asleep peacefully with Song Wanqing's comfort.

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There has been a lot of war recently, and the village chief somehow heard the news that the war was about to spread to the vicinity of Xinghua Village, so he hurriedly organized the villagers to move away.

It was still dark, and Song Wanqing was leaning against the door, looking at the hurried crowd on the street with frosty eyes.

"This world is getting worse day by day. Sooner or later, the country will be destroyed!"

"Mrs. Song, you should also pack up and get ready to go." An old lady kindly came up to remind her, "If it is inconvenient for you to take care of two children by yourself, please let me know and I can spare a hand to help you."

Song Wanqing declined politely: "Thank you, ma'am. You guys can go about your business first."

When the pedestrians gradually left, Song Wanqing returned to the house and looked at the chickens, ducks and geese in the yard. At this time, Cheng Qian came out of the house and said in embarrassment: "Madam, these..."

Song Wanqing made a quick decision. She said firmly, "Sell it."

Over the past six months, she has been using the spiritual springs and herbs in the space to feed the poultry, and all of them have grown fat and strong. In the eyes of outsiders, they are the result of her hard work in cutting grass outside to make feed, so naturally she cannot just throw them away, otherwise it would give the cat out of the bag.

Then she caught all the poultry, put them in cages, put them on the cart, and put all the food on it.

After doing all this, a thin layer of sweat had seeped out of her forehead. She said, "Qian, come with me to the market and sell them as soon as possible, otherwise we will be too late to leave."

"Okay." Cheng Qian volunteered to push the cart without any complaints. They arrived in the city just after daybreak.

When the poultry and food were displayed, some people came up to ask the price: "Madam, how much are these poultry?"

Song Wanqing quoted a price that was a full level lower than the market price, and these things were obviously high-quality goods that could not be compared with those sold in ordinary shops in the market.

The man's face was filled with joy and he immediately ordered two ducks. Soon, the news spread to many people who came to the market and they surrounded Song Wanqing's stall.

"Make way. Can you afford to squeeze my young lady?" A female voice suddenly sounded, and a girl led a noble young lady over.

Someone recognized them and immediately hid to the sides, muttering, "Miss Xiang is coming, hurry up and leave!"

There are lotus flowers blooming under Xiang Weilan's feet, and her graceful face will make people fall in love with her at first sight. Her silk and satin dress sets off her graceful figure, but there is a hint of arrogance in her beautiful eyes.

"Miss, it's the young master." Lanzhi reminded from the side.

"You don't have to tell me, I saw it." Xiang Weilan curled her red lips slightly. Cheng Qian'an, who was just standing not far away, was already the most dazzling presence in the crowd. His face was fair, his eyebrows were firm yet elegant, his black eyes were calm yet exuded a sense of romance. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a fairy from heaven.

That was exactly her favorite look, and Xiang Weilan was in a good mood. But then, she noticed Song Wanqing busy beside Cheng Qian'an, and her eyes were stern as she asked, "Who is that woman?"

Lanzhi was embarrassed and spoke carefully: "Miss, that is... that young master's wife."

Lady?

Xiang Weilan's face suddenly turned cold. She had gone out today specifically to see how handsome the young master was. It turned out that he was already married, and still... so beautiful!

She felt unwilling and walked towards Song Wanqing's shop.

Song Wanqing was calculating the price when she noticed that the customers suddenly left. She then saw a pair of shoes embroidered with gold threads and her silk skirt shining with golden luster. She couldn't help but frown.

When she looked up, she saw a young woman looking down at her. Although she was extremely beautiful, her eyes lacked charm and were filled with arrogance.

"Madam, my young lady came to visit your shop specially." Lanzhi spoke from the side, her face unable to hide her joy.

Song Wanqing understood. She thought that the person in front of her was the evil woman that the man had mentioned last time, Xiang Weilan. She was indeed stunningly beautiful at first glance, but why didn't she look people in the eye?

She felt a little unhappy when she realized that Xiang Weilan was staring at Cheng Qian'an like a hunter seeing his prey.

Cheng Qian'an was frightened by that look and subconsciously hid behind Song Wanqing, saying in a low voice: "Madam, I'm scared."

Xiang Weilan was stunned. She opened her beautiful eyes wide and looked at the young master who was so charming just now, but suddenly hid behind Song Wanqing like a child. Her eyebrows sank and she turned to look at Lanzhi: "What's going on?"

Lanzhi didn't know how to start.

"Miss, my husband has intellectual disabilities. Please don't stare at him like that." Song Wanqing opened her lips slightly and protected Cheng Qi'an behind her calmly. Her smile was like a spring breeze bath.

Xiang Weilan was completely discouraged. She didn't expect that she was such a fool. She even went out of town specially!

But... she looked carefully at the peasant woman in front of her. Although she was dressed simply and her hairstyle was nothing new, her face was pretty good. However, compared to her, it was only average.

"Well, Lanzhi said last time that the poultry here is good." He lowered his eyes and looked at Weilan with a cold tone.

Song Wanqing nodded: "Well, these are all raised by me. Miss, do you want a few more?"

"I've bought them all." Xiang Weilan didn't want to stay any longer, so she was about to leave.

Finally, she looked at Cheng Qian again unwillingly, and saw that he was still so stupid, and there was fear on his face! Disgust suddenly emerged in her eyes. What's the use of being good-looking? He is even more useless than trash!