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

There was a hint of sadness in Li Yinyin's voice.

It's not that she is belittling herself, but she has witnessed too much cruelty in the world in the past few months and she feels timid.

Li Yunian's expression paused, his face turned cold and he said nothing.

After a moment, he slowly said: "How can we give the Li family's foundation to others so easily?"

At this moment, an old voice came from outside the door, with an unquestionable momentum.

"Yin Yin, sell the land deed." Old Madam Li walked slowly towards us, leaning on a cane.

"Grandma!" Seeing Old Madam Li coming over, Li Yinyin threw herself into her arms and said dependently, "Grandma, you're finally here. Please help me persuade Daddy!"

"If Yinyin lost her father, Yinyin would not live either!" Her voice choked and she burst into tears the next second.

Madam Li patted her back kindly and said to Li Yunian on the bed, "You can earn money again if you lose it. If you die, can Yinyin find another father?"

She narrowed her eyes and looked unhappy.

"No!" Li Yunian's face turned dark in an instant and he said anxiously.

He frowned as if he could pinch a mosquito to death.

Li Yinyin took the opportunity to say, "Yes! Besides, Madam Song is really a good person. You must not know that there is a new grain store outside."

"This grain shop saved many people on its first day of opening! Its prices are fair, and the quality of the rice is top-notch, even better than the rice that the city carefully selected to send to His Majesty in previous years!"

Li Yunian's eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Are you serious?"

"Of course I take it seriously!" Li Yinyin replied. She pursed her lips and said, "Now our Li family is weak and no one can run a shop. Madam Song is a good person and a smart person. Selling the land deed to her will definitely play the greatest role and make life better for the people of Xuancheng!"

"Father, please just agree to it~" Li Yinyin walked to the edge of his bed, half squatted, and looked at him expectantly.

"Hey, you." Looking at his daughter who still had a childish face, Li Yunian tapped her nose helplessly, then looked at his old mother who was standing quietly looking at him, and spoke softly.

"Since you all agree, I have nothing more to say. Let's find a time and ask Madam Song to come over." Li Yunian looked at his legs, with a hint of hope in his eyes that he himself did not even notice.

I hope that Miss Song is really as capable as the rumors say.

"Okay!" Li Yinyin shouted happily, grabbing Madam Li's sleeve, her face full of joy, "Father agreed, Father agreed!"

For a moment, the Li family was filled with joy.

-

At the Song residence, Cheng Qian'an stared at Song Wanqing with burning eyes, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Qian, what's wrong?" Seeing him like this, Song Wanqing laughed, her eyes swept across his rosy lips, and her eyes became a little deeper.

Her husband has become more and more handsome recently. She doesn't know if he has changed or she has become more horny? ?

Cheng Qian'an noticed Song Wanqing's gaze, and the frustration in his heart instantly disappeared.

He slowly approached, his hot breath spraying on her nose, and his clear voice with a hint of hoarseness, whispered: "My wife is so busy, her eyes always fail to see me."

There were starlights flowing in his black eyes, and hidden love flowed in his eyes.

Song Wanqing was slightly surprised, and a smile flashed in her eyes. So that's how it is. She has been busy with work recently and has indeed neglected him and her family.

"Then tomorrow I'll take you to the suburbs to fly kites," she suggested.

"Flying a kite?" Seeing that Song Wanqing was unmoved by his deliberate temptation, Cheng Qian'an's eyes flashed with a trace of frustration, but he was quickly diverted by her words.

"But there are no kites in Xuancheng now," he said.

"If we don't have it, we can do it ourselves~" Song Wanqing raised the corners of her eyes slightly, her eyes sparkling.

"I know a lot of styles, like butterflies, little tigers..." She listed a few at random, and then said, "The children will definitely like them."

Cheng Qi'an's eyes were gentle, and he said softly, "Okay, let's go fly a kite tomorrow."

"Tonight, we make kites."

"How about you, my husband, go find some materials for me so I can draw the pattern on the kite?"

Hearing the voice, Cheng Qi'an's jade-like earlobes quietly turned red, and shyly climbed up his innocent and ignorant eyes. He pursed his lips slightly. His fair and delicate face became more and more captivating.

"My lady, when did you think of calling me like this?"

Song Wanqing felt itchy and couldn't help but pinch his red earlobe with her hand. His sensitive ear and neck were attacked. Cheng Qian subconsciously grabbed her hand. The delicate touch in his hand made his heart tremble. He relaxed as if he had been electrocuted, but was reluctant to let go.

Even though her hand was captured, Song Wanqing was not annoyed. Instead, she moved closer to the shy handsome man in front of her, looked at him with her charming eyes and praised him.

"My husband's reaction is really quick."

He was exposed?!

Cheng Qian'an was startled, half closed his eyes to hide his panic, and tried to remain calm and change the subject.

"My lady, it's getting late. I'll go find some materials early. Let's make the kite together and then rest. You still have to take care of the shop and research weapons tomorrow."

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind, his long feathery eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were covered with a layer of gray, as if he recalled some painful scenes.

"My lady, it's okay if you want to do it later. I used to help the neighbors in the village, and my friends praised me for my speed."

before......

This fool, they were bullying him and using him as a punching bag. He was so agile, maybe he had been beaten so many times that it became a physical reflex.

Song Wanqing's heart softened, and the slightest suspicion that had just arisen was completely dispelled.

Alas, how could she suspect that Cheng Qian'an had recovered his memory but hid it from her?

She said gently to the uneasy Cheng Qian'an, "Go and prepare bamboo, paper, paint, glue, wire for tying the frame and laying the ties, as well as a knife, scissors, a small saw blade, a pencil, a brush, and a candle or an alcohol lamp."

"If you can't handle it alone, let the children look for it together. I'll slowly draw the blueprint and wait for you here."

Cheng Qian nodded obediently: "Okay, I, I will be back soon and won't keep my wife waiting too long."

Song Wanqing turned her beautiful eyes and looked at him holding her right hand, teasing: "You are still holding on to it, do you want to take my hand with you?"

Cheng Qian'an followed her gaze and his attention returned to the soft and smooth touch of his hands. He hesitated for a moment.

It’s not impossible to take it with you.

Song Wanqing seemed to see through his thoughts, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a happy arc, and she wanted to tease him: "If you prepare everything in one stick of incense, you can hold hands whenever you want in the future."

Although the store has all these things, it still takes some time to find them, at least half an hour.

Cheng Qian'an's eyes sparkled, his thin lips raised, all the joy revealed on his face: "My dear, don't lie to me." After he finished speaking, he ran away quickly.

After Cheng Qian'an left, Song Wanqing sat on the chair in front of the desk, thinking about the pattern of the kite. Suddenly she remembered something, and a look of nostalgia flashed in her delicate eyes, and a hazy mist overflowed from the depths of her eyes.