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

Since yesterday, Ye Qian has been secretly observing the movements of Song Wanqing's family and found out that they got these good things from nowhere. Their family is so poor, they must have stolen the money from the master's family to buy them!

"Yes, Brother Qi'an used to pick wild vegetables to eat, but since that woman came, he has started eating fish. There must be something wrong." Ye Qian took the hand of the old mother of the Cheng family and said earnestly, "Brother Qi'an usually listens to you the most. That woman must have played some tricks to make him do such a wrong thing!"

"There is one more thing, you didn't know yesterday. That woman took Brother Qi'an to work for another family, and said that not only Brother Qi'an was hers, but also the Cheng family would be hers in the future."

"If you don't show up, who knows what bad things that woman might make Brother Qi'an do in the future." She was indignant, but her eyes were full of calculation.

"She dares!" Cheng's mother was completely enraged. She rolled up her sleeves and was about to walk out.

"You bitch, have you lost your mind?" Old Cheng hurriedly grabbed her and said anxiously, "That woman is an evil ghost, how can you defeat her by yourself?"

Cheng's mother was terrified and shouted, "Then find a Taoist priest to take her in!"

Ye Qian's eyes turned and she agreed: "Auntie Cheng is right. If we let the evil ghosts stay in our village, we might be massacred in the future!"

"Yes, accept her!" Aunt Cheng pushed away her husband who was trying to stop her, and shouted as she pulled Ye Qian out.

Seeing this, Lao Cheng quickly followed.

At the back of the mountain, Song Wanqing returned with a basket full of goods on his back.

The sudden noise coming from far away made her stop.

"Master, look, that little bitch is right there! Take her away quickly!"

"Are you sure she's been possessed by an evil spirit?"

"Of course! If the Taoist priest succeeds, you will definitely benefit from it."

"Okay." The man who looked righteous was holding a peach wood sword, with a gleam in his eyes. He looked at Ye Qian who was standing beside Cheng's mother, and strode towards Song Wanqing.

"Monster, just surrender!" The Taoist priest looked at Song Wanqing coldly, with the sword in his hand pointing straight at her.

Song Wanqing looked at the uninvited guests in front of her and felt that her good mood for the day was over.

"Something wrong?" she asked in a bad tone.

Glancing at the peach wood sword, Song Wanqing suddenly found it interesting. She had only seen this sword on the set before, but today it was pointed at her with full murderous intent. She felt inexplicably curious.

"No need to say more, today is the day you die!" The Taoist priest ignored her words, picked out several great gods in succession, and then scattered a bunch of messy things.

"..." Song Wanqing looked at him in confusion, tightened the small shovel in her hand, and pursed her red lips.

His dancing was so ugly. Would he faint if he was hit by a stick?

The people next to him cheered for the Taoist priest excitedly, and he danced more and more vigorously to the rhythm.

Song Wanqing endured it again and again, and felt that the time had come to give a blow, so he raised his small shovel.

At this moment, the sharp blade suddenly appeared, refracting a dazzling light under the sunlight, cutting through the air and attacking her.

Song Wanqing's pupils shrank slightly, and she was caught off guard by the Taoist priest's fierce gaze.

Surprise! There is actually someone who can act better than her! Is it too late to run now?

"puff"

It was the sound of a knife stabbing into flesh.

"Cheng Qian'an--" Song Wanqing suddenly lost her voice and caught his falling body at a loss.

The blood stained the thin shirt, making Cheng Qian'an's face look even paler. His slender hands tightly grasped the corner of Song Wanqing's clothes, his lips moved, and he approached her with difficulty.

Song Wanqing quickly leaned over to him, only to hear him murmur weakly: "My wife, go home..."

She frowned and stared at him, "I'll take you to see a doctor first."

He looked up at the frightened faces of those people, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he said in a deep voice: "Tuan Tuan, take out the farming dolls and throw them all off the mountain!"

[Okay!] Milk ball responded, and immediately summoned the farming doll.

Song Wanqing hugged Cheng Qian'an into his arms and walked quickly down the mountain.

Feeling his weight made her feel a little distressed. An adult man's weight shouldn't be like this. It seems that she will have to take care of his body in the future.

A frightened cry for help came from behind.

The farming doll's black pupils glowed with a faint light, and he opened his mouth wide towards them with a mocking expression.

“What kind of monster is this! Don’t come over here, ahhhh—”

"Help, help! I don't want to die, I was wrong, I slapped myself!"

After a burst of noise, several people were thrown down the mountain like dumplings, their bodies rolling on branches and dead wood, making smooth sounds.

"Ah! Song Wanqing, you will die a miserable death!"

[You've got to suffer the consequences! Who told you to bully my father and mother?] The milk ball raised his chin proudly, patted the farm kid's head and took it back.

Doctor Chen’s home.

The doctor examined Cheng Qian'an's injuries with a heavy face. After a moment, he sighed and said, "I have stopped the bleeding for him. As for whether he can survive tonight, we can only leave it to fate."

"Is there any internal injury?!" Song Wanqing asked anxiously.

"Not really." The doctor shook his head.

"Oh, then why are you taking it so seriously?" Song Wanqing rolled her eyes.

What a big deal!

"I am not very knowledgeable..." Doctor Chen stroked his beard guiltily, "I just used the wrong medicine, so he might be feeling unwell."

It's your problem, boy! Song Wanqing was so angry that he slammed the table and yelled, "Pay me money!"

"No..." Doctor Chen frowned.

The table was torn apart.

"How much?" In an instant, his face was filled with smiles.

……

Song Wanqing accepted a bag of copper coins and carried Cheng Qian'an home, attracting a lot of attention along the way.

After returning home, Naituanzi said happily.

[My mother is so awesome! She gained merit by punishing the black doctor~]

Sitting beside the bed, looking at Cheng Qian'an's pale handsome face, Song Wanqing's eyes dimmed a little.

She looked complicated and said, "What a pity, I will become a pretty widow in the future."

[Don’t worry, mom. Merits can be exchanged for spiritual springs from the spiritual pool. Daddy won’t have to worry about his life!] Naituanzi handed her a porcelain bottle with a sweet and innocent smile.

"You can exchange for something this good?!" Song Wanqing's eyes lit up, and he joked, "Tuantuan, do you have any surprises that I don't know about?"

Her brows relaxed, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, and her tone was tinged with regret as she said, "Well, it seems that I can't be the youngest pretty widow."

He opened the porcelain bottle and gave the medicine to Cheng Qian.

Seeing his face gradually turn red, Song Wanqing felt relieved.

Thinking of the group of people just now, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a storm brewing in her eyes.

He said casually: "The weather is getting cold, and it's time to change the Cheng family's sovereignty."

She is not someone who would take the initiative to cause trouble, but if someone doesn't want to let her go, then she will fight them to the end!