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

"Daddy!"

Dabao and Erbao appeared at the door with anxious faces and ran in hurriedly.

They were picking wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain. When they heard that Cheng Qian'an was injured, they forgot to even bring the basket and ran back!

Although Cheng Qian'an had taken the spiritual spring, he had not yet changed his bloody clothes. The bright red blood had soaked most of his chest, looking extremely terrifying.

Erbao's mouth drooped, and he grabbed the corner of Cheng Qian'an's clothes, his clear eyes filled with tears, "Wuwu Daddy, Daddy wake up, Yueyue is scared..."

"Don't abandon Yueyue!" she burst into tears.

Cheng Size pursed his thin lips, lowered his dark eyes, and looked at Cheng Qian'an.

He looked miserable, as if he was dying, but upon closer inspection, his face was rosy and his eyes were relaxed. If it weren't for his eye-catching blood-stained clothes, others would have thought he was simply asleep.

"How did Dad get injured?" He frowned, his eyes gloomy.

Song Wanqing raised her eyebrows in surprise. She didn't expect the child to be so calm.

Thinking of the culprit, her eyebrows suddenly frowned slightly, and her tone was filled with anger: "The Cheng family hired an old Taoist priest to deal with me, and Qi An helped me block a sword."

Glancing at Cheng Size, she added, "Don't worry, I won't let the old Cheng family go."

The Cheng family invited a Taoist priest and performed a ritual, so the villagers must have heard about it. If I don't tell them, it would be troublesome for the children to find out from the villagers why I didn't know how much ingredients were added.

Erbao was crying and hiccuping, "Wow, grandma is bad! Grandpa is bad!"

Song Wanqing sighed and held Erbao on his lap. He touched the little girl's head, his voice was as cold as frost, and a dark light flashed across his autumn eyes. "Don't worry, I will make them bleed twice as much as your father did!"

Erbao was so fierce: "Mother, beat them, beat them! Avenge Daddy!"

"I will." Song Wanqing curled the corners of his lips, his voice was extremely cold and chilling.

How could her people be bullied so easily?

Cheng Size's eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

This woman seems quite courageous!

Song Wanqing put Erbao on the bed and asked her to accompany Cheng Qian'an, and asked Cheng Size to take good care of her sister.

Then he picked up a shovel from the farm tools and weighed it. It felt good and was perfect for hitting people.

"Mother?"

Song Wanqing turned around and smiled at the two children. The sunlight outlined her features and dotted her eyebrows and eyes with golden spots, as if adding makeup to her.

"I'm going to settle the score with them." After saying that, he went out with a shovel.

Erbao suddenly opened her eyes wide, her clear pupils reflected Song Wanqing's back. She didn't know if it was an illusion caused by the refraction of light, but the back was at least two meters tall!

Cheng Size's face wrinkled up, as if he had made some kind of decision. He gritted his teeth and said, "Yueyue, you stay at home and take care of daddy. I'm going out for a while."

Grandpa and grandma are very good at beating people, he can't just watch her get beaten, right?

Although this woman was completely different from what she had done that night, not only did she destroy everything in the house, she also acted like a madman and wanted to die, and even looked at them and her brother with hatred in her eyes...

But... she became different later. She would touch Erbao's head gently, smile at Daddy, and feed them delicious meals.

Old Cheng’s house.

The old mother of the Cheng family covered her wound in pain and cursed, "What kind of master is this? He's just a liar! He can't even get rid of an evil ghost, and he still wants 500 coins from us!"

Speaking of this, Cheng's mother felt painful, because that was five hundred coins!

A pound of high-quality pork only costs twenty cents. How much meat can she buy with five hundred cents!

Thinking of the monster that threw them off the mountain, she became more and more terrified. "That woman can actually control puppets. Could she be a big demon?"

"I told you not to mess with her easily, but you insisted on doing it!" Old Cheng covered his bruised waist, frowned and shook his head.

"If we don't get rid of that woman, I don't know what kind of trouble she will cause in the future." Cheng's mother narrowed her eyes and cursed loudly: "Since the Taoist priest can't do anything about her, I will report it to the government!"

"Are you going to take this to the government?! Don't you think about the situation in the world now? The world outside is in chaos, who has the time to take care of our small village?" Old Cheng frowned, disagreeing with her idea.

"I just can't get over this!" Cheng's mother slammed the table hard, causing herself to feel pain. "Ouch, my hand——"

"Okay, didn't Ye Qian go to see the village chief? The village chief will definitely give us justice!" Old Cheng moved to a wooden bench with difficulty and sat down slowly.

The pain from the wound distorted his face and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

"I'll ask the village chief to capture that woman, tie her up by the river and burn her! I wonder if she still dares to be so arrogant!" The old mother of the Cheng family had a ferocious look on her face and an extremely evil smile.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the door was kicked open from the outside, and the door panel shook and fell to the ground with a bang.

A figure stood at the door against the light, holding a shovel in his hand.

"Who did you just say you wanted to burn to death?"

The corners of her lips were raised, her smile was not yet fully reflected in her eyes, her expression was indifferent, and her snow-white skin seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost in the sunlight.

"Song, Song Wanqing?" The old mother of the Cheng family trembled with her hands, and looked at Song Wanqing in horror as she walked in step by step with a shovel.

Old Cheng stood up with a sullen face, "Song Wanqing, what are you going to do!"

Song Wanqing played with the shovel in his hand and made a shoveling motion towards him, looking at him with a half-smile, "Isn't it obvious? Of course it's to uproot the weeds."

"You! You! We are your elders, please don't go too far!"

Old Cheng's words seemed to remind Cheng's mother, and she stood up instantly, "We raised that jinx Cheng Qi'an... and our eldest son even lost his life because of him..."

Song Wanqing impatiently pointed the shovel at her mouth and said coldly: "It was Cheng Zhi who raised him, what does it have to do with you?"

"Cheng, Cheng Zhi is my son, how can he have nothing to do with me!" Cheng's mother screamed.

"Heh." Song Wanqing sneered, his clear eyes full of sarcasm, "Either shut up, or I'll make sure you never use your mouth again!"

Cheng's mother's face turned pale and she pursed her lips tightly, not daring to speak.

Old Cheng's face turned pale, he was so angry that he had a heart attack. He pointed at Song Wanqing with trembling fingers and couldn't speak, "You..."

Finally, no one was making noise anymore. Song Wanqing showed a satisfied expression and said lightly, "Let's split up the family."

"impossible!"

Cheng's mother strongly opposed it. Without that nemesis, what would happen to their family's land? What would happen to the family's work?

Song Wanqing's face darkened, and the coldness in his eyes could almost freeze a person. "I'm here to inform you, not to discuss with you."

"you!"

Song Wanqing overturned the dining table with a shovel, and the dishes and chopsticks on the table fell to the ground with a clatter.

The Cheng family's hearts were bleeding, because all their meals for the day were here!

Song Wanqing laughed wantonly, "If you don't agree, I will destroy this family completely, leaving nothing behind."