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

Mr. Zeng’s problem was solved, and Song Wanqing couldn’t help but raise the corners of his lips.

Calculating the time, it was almost time for Cheng Qian'an to remove the needle. After they returned, they found that Cheng Qian'an had woken up. He was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts wandering.

Song Wanqing's heart sank. She stepped forward and asked worriedly, "Qian, are you feeling okay?"

Cheng Qian'an's gaze gradually moved and finally fell on Song Wanqing's face.

Those black eyes were extremely clear at this moment, and there was a hint of unfathomability in their depth, which was completely different from usual.

Song Wanqing was stunned. She blinked and looked at Cheng Qian'an again. He became silly again and stared at her with a silly smile.

It was as if the look just now was just her illusion.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that Cheng Qian'an in front of her was a little strange, like an unfathomable devil who could eat people at any time.

Perhaps it was because of Mr. Zeng's treatment that Cheng Qian'an regained consciousness briefly.

What will he be like when he regains consciousness?

Mr. Zeng didn't pay attention to what they were doing. He just carefully pulled out the needle and kept reminding them, "Remember to give him the medicine I prescribed tonight. This medicine will only be effective if you take it at night..."

Song Wanqing wrote down everything, sent Cheng Qian'an back to his room, and then went to boil the medicine.

Cheng Qian'an sat alone on the bed, staring at the table with serious eyes. The innocence on his face had long disappeared, and his cold eyes were frosty, as if they were penetrated into ice water and were bone-chillingly cold.

When she brought the medicine back, Cheng Qian'an's expression suddenly changed.

He looked at Song Wanqing who was walking towards him with a pitiful look, and there was a hint of pity in the corners of his slightly raised eyes. "My wife, my head hurts."

Song Wanqing's eyes flashed with pity, and he soothed her softly, "The acupuncture today will definitely hurt. I specially made some medicine for you. Drink it and you will get better soon."

She glanced at the black medicinal soup and felt relieved.

This medicine looks bitter, luckily she didn't drink it!

As she spoke, Song Wanqing considerately blew on the medicine for him and then brought it to his lips, her eyes full of sympathy.

Cheng Qian'an kept his eyes fixed on her face, taking in the relief in her eyes.

There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he looked at her intently.

Noticing his gaze, Song Wanqing's ears flushed. Her husband looked so delicious!

Seeing that Cheng Qi didn't move for a long time, she urged: "The medicine is cold, drink it quickly."

After hearing this, Cheng Qian'an lowered his head to drink the medicine in the spoon.

His head was touching Song Wanqing's hand, and his hot breath gently sprayed on the back of her hand, burning her so much that she couldn't help but shiver slightly.

"Madam, what's wrong?" Cheng Qian looked up and asked in confusion.

His voice was low and magnetic, and to Song Wanqing's ears it sounded like a seductive enchantress.

Song Wanqing's heart trembled, and her long feather eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the dark color passing through her eyes. She raised her eyes and looked at him with a meaningful smile, her voice lazy and tender: "My husband seems to be a little different today than before."

Cheng Qi'an's eyebrows were tinged with confusion, his eyes were clear, and he said, "Am I more beautiful today than yesterday?"

Song Wanqing: ...

She smiled: "Yeah, it looks good."

Cheng Qian'an: It was more or less perfunctory.

"Take the medicine." Song Wanqing touched his head and coaxed him.

Cheng Qian'an frowned, his handsome features tightened together, and he pushed Song Wanqing's hand away with some resistance, "My wife, it's so bitter."

"Be good, it's not hard." Song Wanqing coaxed him without changing his expression.

Cheng Qian: My wife treats me like a fool.

A trace of grievance appeared on his face, and his eyes were fixed on her face. The crimson color was stained with water droplets, and it was sparkling with alluring light like cherries after the rain.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Just as Song Wanqing was about to speak, he said, "Madam, try the medicine."

Seeing him staring at her lips, Song Wanqing's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. She curled her red lips slightly and whispered, "Okay. How about I feed you?"

He took a sip, pinched Cheng Qian'an's jaw, leaned over and pressed on him, passing the medicine with his lips.

Song Wanqing lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and there was a hint of indifference in her eyes, which made Cheng Qian'an's chest feel hot.

"My wife." Cheng Qian'an's eyes were deep, his voice was hoarse and low, and he bit her lips lightly.

Song Wanqing's pearly teeth were pried open flexibly, and the bitter medicine was swept away by him in an instant.

What happened? She was attacked?!

Song Wanqing stood there in a daze. She could clearly feel all of Cheng Qian'an's movements, one after another, some light and some heavy.

She completely forgot to breathe, and her delicate body was held in Cheng Qian'an's arms. The strong and powerful heartbeat was transmitted directly to her eardrums. A blush appeared on her face, and she stared straight into Cheng Qian'an's black eyes with wide eyes.

Those eyes were as deep as the abyss, but she could see the twinkling of stars in them.

So alluring and affectionate.

Song Wanqing finally reacted. She pushed Cheng Qian'an away, covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling, and couldn't even finish her words, "You, you!"

For the first time, she, who was always calm, felt panicky.

Has Cheng Qian'an regained his sanity?

Song Wanqing was confused. She hurried to check on Cheng Qian'an, but saw him looking at her blankly with a hint of stupidity on his face.

Well, no. Was she overthinking it?

"Husband, do you know what you were doing just now?" Song Wanqing sighed helplessly, and she looked at him with inquiry.

Cheng Qian'an opened his arms and held her in his arms, his expression was happy, and his tone was full of innocence: "I know~ It's fed by my wife, it's not bitter! I want more!"

Song Wanqing:?

What do you want? You're not taking medicine, you're trying to eat me!

Song Wanqing looked away, pushed the medicine bowl in front of her, and ordered: "Drink it yourself. If you can't even drink the medicine, how can you protect me in the future?"

Hearing this, Cheng Qian'an shrugged his head in grievance. He said "oh" and obediently picked up the medicine bowl and drank the rest of the medicine in one gulp.

Song Wanqing's eyes were complicated, she really didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this moment.

This way, he doesn't look like he can't drink the bitter medicine, he is clearly trying to act pitiful in front of her to gain sympathy!

This idiot probably doesn't even know what a kiss means.

Forget it, don't bother with him.

When Song Wanqing saw that he had finished drinking, she didn't care what Cheng Qian'an had to say. She picked up the medicine bowl and left in a hurry.

"Miss!"

Cheng Qian'an's hand was still stretched out towards the door, calling out aggrievedly.

"boom!"

The door was ruthlessly closed, and the huge room fell silent. Cheng Qian slowly withdrew his hand and put it behind his back.

His thin lips slowly lifted up, and the silliness on his face faded away, leaving only clarity. There was even a hint of pride between his eyebrows, and his charming smile was impossible to look away.

My lady is really interesting, but it’s a pity that I can’t let her know that I have regained consciousness now.

What he was about to do was too dangerous, and he didn't want her to get involved.

Cheng Qian'an had a slender figure. He narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his face was covered with a thick layer of frost, and the sneer at the corner of his lips was chilling.

After today's treatment, he has recovered a lot, and scenes from the past came to his mind.

Swords flashed and blood flowed like a river.

He has lived in the countryside like a fool all these years, but now that he has recovered, he will never let those thieves go.

He will definitely repay this blood feud tenfold!

At night, the moon is dim and the stars are sparse.

Cheng Qianan stood up, pushed the door open and walked out, hiding in the darkness.