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

What a waste of this good appearance!

Lanzhi took the cage from Song Wanqing, nodded apologetically, and hurriedly caught up with the departing figure.

Seeing the two people leave, Cheng Qi'an's eyelashes trembled slightly, with a trace of grievance in his eyes, and said: "Madam, I don't like that woman."

Song Wanqing took his hand and said gently, "I don't like it either. I don't need others to judge my husband. In my heart, you are the best."

"Okay, let's go home."

How could someone as noble and arrogant as Weilan come here just for a few poultry? I'm afraid he has other intentions.

Song Wanqing stared at Cheng Qian'an's face and sighed softly. Fortunately, this guy was a little fool, otherwise he might have been kidnapped and become a gigolo.

She continued to sell things, and in just one morning, she had sold out everything and earned a heavy bag of silver.

When they got home, Dabao and Erbao were already asleep, and someone in the village had already left. Song Wanqing didn't dare to delay, so she called Cheng Qi'an to discuss, "Qi'an, let's leave Lanhua Village tomorrow, okay?"

Hearing this, Cheng Qian'an's dark eyes flashed with reluctance, but it quickly disappeared. He looked at Song Wanqing and nodded, "I'll listen to you, madam."

The memories of Orchid Village were not pleasant, but they also made him feel a little sad. After all, this was his hometown and the place where he grew up.

But if he left with his wife, he would also feel a sense of anticipation for the future.

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Late in the night, there was a sudden noise in the village, and a scream pierced the vast sky.

The old man in tattered clothes shouted in panic, fell down and got up repeatedly, his face full of fear.

"The bandits are coming! Kill people!"

"Everyone run away, they are chasing us!"

"Fire, fire—"

The fire set the houses on fire, leaving no grass behind and filling the air with smoke and a choking smell that was suffocating.

"Waste! There is nothing valuable in your house!" The bandit held a machete in his hand, with a malicious smile on his face. He directly grabbed a villager who was running slowly and chopped him down with the machete, causing blood to splatter on the spot.

"Old Tan!" The man's wife's pupils trembled violently, she wailed heart-wrenchingly, her eyes turned white and she fainted.

"Hey, woman." The bandit's eyes flashed with brilliance. He grabbed her collar, carried her on his shoulders, spitted, and said excitedly: "I'm tired of playing with the women in the village. This time I can finally play something new!"

"Hezi, what are you doing? The boss asked us to come here to get food. How can we afford to feed another person if you pick him up?" said the bearded bandit dissatisfiedly.

"Why do we need to raise her? We can just take her home and throw her away if she dies from playing with her. Do we still need to feed her?" the raccoon said nonchalantly.

"That makes sense. I'll pick one up too!" said the bearded man.

In a house, Song Wanqing opened the window and saw the chaotic situation outside, his eyes froze.

The villagers were supposed to move out early the next morning, but no one knew from whom the bandits outside received the news that they attacked the village in the middle of the night!

She closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment. These people must be saved. As long as they are saved, they will definitely gain a lot of merit. In this way, it can be regarded as the best of both worlds. However, it is enough for her to take the risk alone. She must not let Cheng Qi'an and the others get into trouble.

"My dear, don't go. I'll go!" Cheng Qian'an was beside her. He seemed to have seen her intention to save people. He grabbed her hand to stop her and said seriously, "You and the children, hide."

His determined look on his face made Song Wanqing laugh, and she flatly rejected his decision.

"No, no, it's impossible."

She said, "You and the child wait for me at home, and go hide in the cellar."

Song Wanqing looked serious and said, "You are not allowed to come out until you hear my voice. Do you hear me?"

"I... okay." Cheng Qian wanted to refuse, but seeing Song Wanqing's cold face, he had to agree. His eyelashes were wet, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

"Okay, I'm leaving." After patting his head to comfort him, Song Wanqing summoned the farming doll and pushed the door open to walk out.

The Farming Doll was born to farm, but now she has started a side job of beating people up.

After thinking about it, Song Wanqing laughed and shook his head. Seeing the fire raging in the village, he clenched the dagger in his hand and ran towards the nearest bandits.

At this time, the bandit proudly crushed the old man's hand bones with one foot, and said arrogantly: "Want to run? Come on, I'll give you a chance, just use these two hands."

"Get lost!" His eyes were vicious.

"Help, help!" The old man's face was distorted with pain, his eyes were full of despair, and he shouted weakly, praying that someone could save him.

"You still have the strength to shout? Who can save you now?" The bandit raised the corner of his mouth and stepped on his leg, breaking it.

"Ah——" the old man cried out in pain.

The bandit laughed: "Old man, no one can save you here, hahahaha~"

"Who can save you?" A bone-chilling voice sounded.

The firelight reflected the flashing light of the blade, and a fierce breath suddenly came. The sharp knife cut the bandit's chest, and blood flowed profusely.

"Ugh!" The bandit widened his eyes, covered his chest, and looked at the person who came in shock.

Song Wanqing had a cold expression, holding a dagger dripping with blood in her slender hand, with a cold and murderous aura.

"Who are you?" There was a flash of surprise in the bandit's eyes.

This woman is definitely not an ordinary villager! Could it be that other villages have set their sights on this village just like them?

"I'm your father." Song Wanqing opened her red lips slightly, her brows tinged with sarcasm, and she said coldly: "Get out, or I will kill you now!"

"You!" The bandit had never been humiliated like this by a woman before. He rushed forward angrily, as if he wanted to fight to the death, "I want to see who dies first!"

Song Wanqing frowned. The knife she just swung was only swung out in a desperate situation. She had never killed anyone before. If this man was determined to kill her, he would probably kill her.

Her clothes fluttered, her movements were light and graceful, and her sword strikes were swift but without actually causing any casualties.

The bandit seemed to see through Song Wanqing's concerns. A wanton and cruel smile appeared on his face. He approached her step by step, waving his sword to take her life.

The blade stabbed towards Song Wanqing's chest. If he dodged in an instant, he would inevitably be seriously injured.

Cheng Qian'an rushed out and saw this scene, his face turned pale.

"My wife!" Pain flashed across his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was clear-headed.

With a slight sound of branches, Cheng Qian'an grabbed a branch and attacked the bandit's neck with fierce momentum.

"Huh!" The bandit looked stunned.

The branch went straight through his neck and killed him instantly.

"boom"

He fell.

Song Wanqing's eyes flickered slightly, and she looked up at Cheng Qian'an. She saw that his eyes were cold, like an eagle in the dark night, and he exuded a dangerous aura.

Is this still the Cheng Qian'an she knew?