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

"You want to go to the war with me?" Ji Huaichuan opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Song Wanqing nodded, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and her watery eyes were full of determination.

"Well, I have some things to do."

"Don't worry, I won't delay your trip. Not only that, I can also bring you more convenience."

Ji Huaichuan's heart trembled for no reason, and he looked at Song Wanqing with more caution.

How could a little peasant girl be so confident and arrogant in the face of such a cruel and unpredictable battlefield?

Her performance this month...

This small town on the edge is really full of hidden talents.

"Okay." Ji Huaichuan agreed readily.

"The city lord is really straightforward." Song Wanqing's brows relaxed, and he focused seriously on his subordinates' tools. Then he raised his hand lightly, picked up the charcoal and started to work.

"Next, I will give you a simple demonstration of the process of making gunpowder. Please watch carefully!"

......

The flying charcoal debris made her skin look crystal clear, like an ice sculpture. Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and her dark eyes were sharp and deep at times. The dust specks stained her picturesque eyebrows and dyed the corners of her eyes red, adding a bit of breathtaking beauty to her.

Ji Huaichuan couldn't help but be dazed.

After a stick of incense had passed, the objects on the ground gradually took shape, and the charcoal-gray powder piled up into small hills. Song Wanqing put down the work in her hands, raised her head and wiped her face slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with the joy of accomplishment, the stars twinkled, and the water rippled.

"The gunpowder is ready!"

Ji Huaichuan was a little surprised: "What can these powders do?"

She used special paper to wrap the gunpowder, smiled playfully, and said to Ji Huaichuan: "Let's go, I'll take you to see the power of these little things."

Over the past month, Song Wanqing has brought him countless surprises, and this time will surely be no exception.

Ji Huaichuan's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he followed Song Wanqing out.

The moment the two appeared in the study, they suddenly felt a cold gaze coming at them.

There is murderous intent! Who is it? !

Song Wanqing looked up vigilantly, his whole body on alert, and he couldn't help but clench the gunpowder in his hand, ready to throw it out at any time.

Cheng Qian'an noticed that she was looking at him and quickly restrained his aura. The ice in his eyes suddenly turned into a pool of spring water. When he met her stern gaze, his body trembled slightly.

My wife is so fierce.

Song Wanqing searched for the source of the murderous aura but found nothing and looked around in confusion.

Where is the murderous intent?

Cheng Qian'an watched her gaze move from him to him, then back to him, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and spoke.

"I am here."

Song Wanqing came back to her senses and saw Cheng Qi'an sitting in her seat, looking at her aggrievedly with his ignorant and clear eyes. His gaze swept between the two of them, and then returned to Song Wanqing, as if he was looking at an ungrateful and heartless man.

Song Wanqing: Let me explain!

Before Song Wanqing could speak, Ji Huaichuan strode forward, unscrupulously sat down on the other side, and greeted him, "Mr. Cheng, are you here to see Wanqing?"

Wanqing? That's so intimate.

Cheng Qian'an narrowed his eyes, a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his lips. He ignored Ji Huaichuan's words, looked at Song Wanqing in front of him, spread his long legs, pulled her into his arms, buried his head in her neck, and said in a muffled voice.

"Madam, why are you with him?"

"I was discussing something with him, and I went in just to show him the gunpowder." Song Wanqing patted his head soothingly, and asked softly, "Are you done with the shop?"

"Yeah." Cheng Qian'an glanced at Ji Huaichuan coldly, looking into his deep eyes with provocation in them.

He added: "The business of the shop is very good. The rest is under Yan Chu's control. I missed my wife, so I came back."

He lowered his eyes and met her pupils, which were like ripples in a pool of spring water.

"Thank you for your hard work, my husband. I'll prepare more delicious food for you tonight," she said.

"Okay~" It seemed as if there was a big tail shaking behind Cheng Qian'an.

Ji Huaichuan, who was standing by, felt a toothache from the pain. He snorted coldly and said, "I have something else to do. Come back another day."

After taking two steps, he turned back to look at Song Wanqing and said, "Don't forget our agreement."

Cheng Qian:?

"What agreement?" Cheng Qian'an stared into Song Wanqing's eyes and said almost gritting his teeth.

"Nothing, just business, business!" Song Wanqing glared at Ji Huaichuan and quickly stroked her husband's fur.

Ji Huaichuan left triumphantly.

Cheng Qian'an took Song Wanqing's hand and smelled a faint smell of gunpowder.

Ji Huaichuan was there just now, so he didn't ask in detail. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What did my wife do with him? What was the deal?"

"Is it dangerous?" This is the question he is concerned about.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Song Wanqing shook his hand back, tightened it, and said, "He will go to Langcheng in a month to capture the city. I told him that I will go with him."

"I want to go too!" Cheng Qian said anxiously.

"If my husband recovers his previous memory at that time, I will agree to let you go with me." Song Wanqing said gently.

Cheng Qian'an paused, and then recovered his memory...

He lowered his eyes, a trace of uneasiness flashed through his heart. In fact, he had already recovered his memory, but if she knew that he had recovered his memory, she didn't know if she would still be so kind to him.

If she knew her life story, what would she do? Would she leave him, or would she stay with him forever?

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing that he was distracted, Song Wanqing waved her jade hand in front of him and called softly.

Pursing her red lips, she worried that he was hurt by what she had just said, and said softly: "It doesn't matter if you can't regain your consciousness. I will always be by your side anyway."

Hearing her words, Cheng Qian'an's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise. Looking at her beautiful eyes full of sincerity, his Adam's apple rolled slightly and his voice became hoarse.

"Lady..."

"Yeah." Song Wanqing responded in a low voice.

Cheng Qian felt a warm feeling in his heart, and a broad smile appeared on his face. He said, "My wife is so nice. Let's go and have dinner."

"Okay." Song Wanqing curled her lips and smiled, and went with him to find the children.

I have been busy with city affairs these days and have neglected the children's living conditions.

In the backyard, two children were playing happily. When they saw the two people walking in, they cheered with joy.

"Dad, mother!"

The big one and the small one both threw themselves into their arms. Erbao rubbed his little head against Song Wanqing, looked at her with moist eyes, and said in a soft voice, "Mom came back early today, Yueyue is so happy~"

Song Wanqing pinched her fair little face and said lovingly, "It's mother's fault. Can mother come back earlier to accompany you in the future?"

"Yeah!" Erbao nodded quickly.

Cheng Size withdrew from Cheng Qian'an's arms, his little face flushed, as if he felt embarrassed.

Cheng Qian looked at him, his brows softened. This was his eldest brother's child, and he would definitely raise him up healthy.

He patted his head and smiled lovingly: "Aze, let's have dinner together."