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

At the end of the day, the restaurant's turnover exceeded Song Wanqing's expectations by 30%.

She did some statistics and found that there were more than 30 customers who had drawn the VIP rooms, or peach lots. The third floor would be open in three days, so they had to speed up rehearsals.

The night is getting darker.

However, the lights in the Song's Restaurant were brightly alight, there was singing and dancing in the backyard, and the dancers and singers were rehearsing intensively.

Qingping changed into a light sandalwood suit, and under the orange light at night, her childishness was shed and her face became more charming.

She held a pipa in her hand, sitting upright in the main seat, her eyes lowered and her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her fingers moved, and the rippling sound lingered endlessly.

In front of us, a graceful figure moved slowly to the beat of the music. Her footsteps were light, and wherever she stepped it was like a lotus flower blooming. Her dress in a gradient white and pink color swept across the ground, bringing up a breeze.

Song Wanqing moved around the edge of the stage. Her slender waist was soft and boneless. Her jade-like fingers pointed at the moon, which was shining with a clear light. Her face was even more stunning. The light hit her face from time to time, and the shadows alternated, making her look as pure as the snow in the mountains.

The music had a gentle rhythm and was as gripping as flowing water in the mountains. The dancers and singers watching were all immersed in it, with amazement and admiration on their faces.

After the song, a thin layer of sweat had already seeped out of Song Wanqing's forehead.

She turned her eyes to look at Qing Ping who was looking expectant, and said, "You played very well. Let's rehearse with the other sisters later."

Qing Ping's eyes lit up immediately like a child who got candy. He nodded, "Okay, Sister Song dances beautifully. She will definitely become the most famous dancer in the city in the future!"

Song Wanqing shook her head. She looked at the ten dancers she had selected. In the future, Song's Restaurant would still have to rely on them. She had too many things to do in the future, so she could only go on stage now to save face.

Fortunately, she had systematically studied classical dance before, which allowed her to have such a flexible and supple body. In ancient times, her dancing skills were far beyond those of ordinary people.

Song Wanqing clapped his hands and directed everyone, "Everyone come and practice. Let me see if there is anything else that needs to be corrected."

After a while, music was heard again in the backyard. This time it was more grand than before, and obviously other musical instruments were involved.

The drum beats are sometimes as gentle as spring rain, and sometimes as violent as thunder and lightning.

The dancers and singers were all seriously immersed in the performance. Song Wanqing stood in the audience, observing everyone's movements with dim eyes.

After just one song, she went up to a woman and said, "Your hand-raising action just now was wrong. Look, everyone only stretched out one hand, with their forearm slightly bent, as if they were holding something up."

As she spoke, she demonstrated it again.

When she raised her hand, the sleeve slid down a little, revealing her forearm, which was as white as lotus root, with smooth and slender lines, like jade.

The woman suddenly understood and began to imitate Song Wanqing's movements. After a while, she performed the movements perfectly.

Song Wanqing was busy organizing the team rehearsal, completely unaware that it was already midnight.

Song House.

Cheng Qian'an felt uneasy in the room. He looked out the window and saw that the moonlight was about to set.

My wife hasn't come back today?

In fact, it was not just today. During this period, Song Wanqing went out early and came back late more often than before. Every time he wanted to ask, Song Wanqing had already left.

He didn't even have the chance to ask!

Cheng Qian'an's eyes were dim, and Ji Huaichuan's smirking face appeared in his mind. They were quite close, could it be?

His heart tightened, Cheng Qian'an got out of bed, walked towards the door, and planned to go out and look for it.

A figure holding a lantern slowly approached, covered in moonlight, and his steps seemed hurried.

It’s my wife!

Cheng Qian'an subconsciously dodged to the side. He looked at Song Wanqing with dissatisfaction as he went straight back to his room and turned off the lights after a while.

Well, she came back without any intention of coming to see her "foolish" husband, how heartless!

He returned to his room in a depressed mood and did not sleep all night. The next morning, he quietly followed Song Wanqing out of the door.

Song's Restaurant?

Cheng Qian'an was stunned for a moment. Could it be that his wife has been busy with these things recently?

He silently stood in a hidden place, observing every move of Song Wanqing.

During the day, I have to run around the restaurant, and at night I have to go to the backyard to direct rehearsals.

Cheng Qian'an felt distressed and clenched his fists, unable to bear to see her so tired. But he knew in his heart that Song Wanqing was not someone who liked to rely on others. What she wanted was to get everything by herself.

He could only hide at the door, his eyes dark and he watched them rehearse with an unknown feeling in his heart.

His eyes followed Song Wanqing's figure closely. As the music sounded, Song Wanqing danced gracefully, standing out in the crowd, and her face was as beautiful as a fairy.

Cheng Qian'an couldn't suppress the surprise on his face, that dancing posture was something he had never seen before, the steps were light and the movements were smooth, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was like a crane.

He never knew that his wife could dance, and dance so stunningly.

She never showed it to herself.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qian'an began to feel unhappy. It seemed that he was going to dance for the guests?

Even he couldn't get a glimpse of her beauty, so how could those people be qualified to watch?

Cheng Qian'an frowned, feeling a nameless anger in his chest. He leaned against a pillar, feeling as if his whole body was on fire.

He finally waited until Song Wanqing finished her rehearsal before following her and escorting her back.

The next day.

During lunch, Song Wanqing discovered something wrong.

The table was filled with food that Cheng Qian'an liked, but he looked unhappy and just sat there with his head down, in a daze.

Song Wanqing frowned. She looked at Cheng Qian in confusion. Seeing that he didn't seem happy, she walked up to him and asked with concern, "Husband, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Cheng Qian'an glanced at her, his eyes were filled with so much aggrievedness, as if he would burst into tears in the next second.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, just staring at her with resentment, as if she was an evil woman who abandoned her husband and children.

Song Wanqing put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked with a serious face: "Qian, have you been bullied?"

Cheng Qian shook his head and whispered, "My wife, I've been very busy lately..."

Hearing this, Song Wanqing sighed, walked to his side, squatted down and comforted him: "Yes, I am indeed a little busy recently. The restaurant has just started. You know that praying for peace is important;"

Cheng Qi'an's eyes darkened, and he asked, "Busy, what?"

For some reason, he hoped that Song Wanqing could tell him in person what she was going to do.

He buried himself in Song Wanqing's arms, whining and asking for a hug.

Song Wanqing laughed and could only sit beside him and patiently comfort and enlighten him, "Okay, Qi'an will know when the time comes."

As she spoke, she took out a peach card and stuffed it into Cheng Qian'an's hand.

"Qian, I'm going to give you something. You'll know when you come to our restaurant in two days."