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

The small animal patterns on the snow-white rice paper were soaked and spread out.

Cheng Qian'an ran back quickly with a big bag of things, and saw Song Wanqing staring at the rice paper with empty eyes, and his lively little face looked a little pale.

"Wife! What's wrong with you? Who bullied you? Why are you crying like this!"

"Dangdang." With a sound, he dropped what he was holding and put his arms around Song Wanqing's slender shoulders. The veins on his hands were exposed and his black eyes were full of worry.

Song Wanqing's scattered thoughts gathered, and her blank pupils became focused. She found that her eyes were already in tears, and she hurriedly wiped them with both hands. Soon her delicate face turned red.

Suddenly she remembered the days in her previous life. When she was on vacation, she would go flying kites with her family.

Looking at his worried eyes, Song Wanqing stared at Cheng Qian'an with her misty eyes, her eyes flushed and her voice hoarse, as she spoke softly.

"Husband, only half of an incense stick of time has passed, and you're back already?"

Seeing her rare vulnerable expression, Cheng Qian'an's breathing stagnated, and in an instant he even forgot his long-standing disguise, and his majestic aura poured out in a short period of time.

"My lady, can you tell me why you are crying? I can help you solve it."

He held Song Wanqing's hand that was wiping her face and put it down. He took out a delicate handkerchief from somewhere, wet it with water and wrung it out, closed his eyes, and gently wiped her tear-stained cheeks.

"Okay, okay, I can't see, I can't see anything, don't rush to wipe it."

He gently brushed the broken skin on Song Wanqing's face. The needle-like pain made Song Wanqing cry out. He moved closer and sprayed his hot breath on her wound.

Her husband's exquisite and flawless face was right in front of her. Song Wanqing's fingertips trembled and her heart couldn't help but beat wildly. She moved a little further away from him.

I want to do it, but I can't!

When will her husband regain his sanity? Waiting online, urgent!

Song Wanqing shook his head, his expression becoming serious, "You, don't get so close to me."

Cheng Qian'an caught sight of Song Wanqing's red earlobe from the corner of his eye, a cunning look flashed in his black eyes, and he moved closer to Song Wanqing.

"My dear, do you not want me anymore? Why don't you let me get close to you? When I saw Mrs. Li next door getting hurt, she stopped crying as long as Brother Li hugged her and comforted her. I want to comfort you."

"They say that couples all do this. I see that every time Brother Li coaxes her, Sister Li smiles very happily."

Cheng Qian'an's aggrieved pure black eyes met Song Wanqing's eyes.

Song Wanqing stammered, "Nothing. My back feels a little uncomfortable sitting on the chair, so I want to get up and walk around."

A charming smile appeared on the corner of her lips. She took advantage of Cheng Qian'an's distraction to bend down and slip out from the gap under his arm, and walked to the pile of things he had dropped.

"Not bad, all the things are found." She praised.

Cheng Qian'an looked at Song Wanqing's back with deep eyes.

Every time their relationship progressed, the wife would always find various excuses to avoid it. Was she worried? Was it because of Ji Huaichuan?

His eyes were dark and there was a dangerous light in them.

The city lord will go to the battlefield in the future. Swords and guns are ruthless on the battlefield. I'm sure you can understand this.

Ji Huaichuan, who was looking at the letter from a distance and thinking about how to plot against someone, suddenly felt a chill on his back and sneezed violently.

He touched his nose and said, "Could it be that someone wants to assassinate me?"

Song Wanqing had already skillfully sorted out the things collected by Cheng Qian'an and placed them on the ground. She handed the bamboo stick to Cheng Qian'an.

"Husband, use an alcohol lamp to heat the yellow side of the bamboo strips, and then bend them into the desired shape."

"When smoking and grilling, do not place the bamboo sticks too close to the fire, otherwise they will burn. If the bamboo sticks are too dry, dip them in water before heating."

"After heating, hold the bamboo strips at both ends with both hands and slowly apply force to bend them. Move the bamboo strips away and wait for them to cool down slightly before letting go to prevent them from bouncing back on their own."

"Yeah." Cheng Qian'an looked at her carefully while she made the kite, not missing a single detail.

……

Half an hour later, a beautiful butterfly kite took shape.

"My lady, your craftsmanship is really great." Cheng Qian'an praised sincerely.

Song Wanqing smiled and asked him, "Have you learned it?" She picked up the materials next to her and handed them to him.

"Make two more for the kids."

"Okay." Cheng Qian'an was confident. He lowered his eyes and began to make it. His slender fingers danced on the bamboo strips, drawing beautiful arcs.

The candlelight shone on his handsome face, making him look even more gentle. His expression was serious and focused, causing Song Wanqing to stare at him intently.

The kite was completed under Song Wanqing's occasional guidance. They flew the kite high up and waited to go again tomorrow.

"It's getting late. Go back and rest early." After admiring the kite that they spent the whole night making, Song Wanqing looked at him with a faint smile in her eyes and said.

"Madam, I think..." Cheng Qian'an's eyes drifted and glanced at the bed behind her.

"No." There was a dangerous smile on Song Wanqing's face, and she pushed him out of the door mercilessly.

"Bang!" The door was closed.

Cheng Qian looked at the closed door with a melancholy look.

Alas, I was still kicked out.

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Song Wanqing did not sleep well tonight. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked out the window subconsciously. There was a carrier pigeon perched directly above, and its tiny eyes were staring straight at her.

Song Wanqing: No wonder I always feel like someone is staring at me in my dreams!

She frowned slightly, walked to the window with an unhappy expression, and took the creed off the pigeon's leg.

Slowly unfolding it, only a few numbers were seen on it.

'Don't forget your mission'

Song Wanqing raised his eyelids slightly. Threatening me? Oh, I am such a rebellious person.

Whatever they want, I'll leave them empty-handed!

Her eyes moved as she looked at the bright moon outside the window. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind. She opened the door and walked out.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on Doctor Zeng's door, and the sound was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Doctor Zeng opened the door sleepily. When he saw it was Song Wanqing, he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Puzzled, "Madam Song, what's the matter with your visit so late at night?"

Song Wanqing looked serious and said solemnly: "Yes, it is very urgent. I came here secretly, don't let others know."

Seeing her acting mysterious, Doctor Zeng became even more confused.

Then she said, "Dr. Zeng, I'm here for my husband Cheng Qian'an. Why don't we go in and talk?"

Upon hearing this, Doctor Zeng understood and thought it must be because Cheng Qian'an had not recovered yet.

He invited her in and they sat at the tea table.

Song Wanqing asked, "I think Dr. Zeng must have guessed my intention. Qi'an's treatment has been going on for a full month, so why is it still not working?"