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

Cheng Qian'an took it. The peach card still had Song Wanqing's body temperature on it. He clenched his fist and clenched it.

This is the admission ticket to the third floor of Song’s Restaurant.

Until now, she still had no idea what she was going to do, and she had to play guessing games with a "fool" like him.

Cheng Qian pursed his lips and looked up, but saw the tiredness between Song Wanqing's eyebrows and eyes. He was stunned for a moment.

During this period of time, Song Wanqin went out early and came back late, and even got much less sleep. Her originally pretty face was now lightly covered with fatigue, and there was a hint of cloudiness in her beautiful eyes.

What other reason does he have to be angry?

Cheng Qian'an lowered his eyes, thinking that his wife seemed quite honest and did not hide anything from him. She even invited him to watch the show. So he decided not to bother with it.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qian'an's dissatisfied heart relaxed a little, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He smiled and nodded, his face full of honesty, "Okay, my lady!"

Seeing that Cheng Qian'an had finally put his worries to rest, Song Wanqing returned to his seat and ate his meal in peace, as he would be even busier in the afternoon.

After dinner, she didn't delay and simply gave Cheng Qian'an a few words before going to the restaurant.

Cheng Qian'an stared at her graceful figure with dim eyes until she disappeared at the door. His eyes instantly regained their tranquility. He stood up and went back to his room, placing the peach card on the pillow as if it were a treasure.

He is now looking forward to what will happen in two days.

The image of Song Wanqing dancing gracefully appeared in his mind, and he himself was unaware that a faint smile had appeared on his lips.

The lady is so beautiful and her dancing is so amazing, I'm sure many people will want to watch her.

I don't know how many peach cards have been issued. If anyone dares to harass my lady, he will be the first to take action and beat him up!

His wife must be protected by him!

Two days later.

The third floor of Song's Restaurant opened for business. Many people on the first and second floors couldn't help but look up, wanting to see what the world above was like.

Someone was guarding the stairs to the second floor, and anyone who wanted to go up had to show the peach card.

The lottery that day was entirely based on luck, so the people who went up to the third floor were rich and poor, male and female, and all had expectation and pride on their faces. After all, under the gaze of hundreds of people, this kind of treatment was supreme, and it was probably something that they would never be able to achieve again in their lifetime.

A tall and slender figure walked into the restaurant. He had black hair tied up high, eyebrows flying into his temples, and a dark suit made him look like a wild crane. His leisurely posture made people unable to help but look at him more.

Yan Chu followed closely, looking around vigilantly, fearing that someone would come up and attack him.

Ever since the last incident, Yan Chu is no longer worried about His Highness' safety and has to keep watch over Him wherever He goes.

Cheng Qian'an glanced at the noisy crowd in the restaurant and keenly sensed a hint of discord. Sure enough, the next moment, a young man dressed in rich clothes slapped the table and stood up.

He yelled angrily: "I have money, why can't I go to the third floor?!"

The people around were so scared that they all moved away and talked about it.

The waiter came up to comfort him, saying with a smile: "Sir, this restaurant has its own rules. Those who can go to the third floor today are those who drew peach lots in the past two days. If you want to go, you can come back tomorrow to spend money."

The man didn't listen at all. He used his dandy tricks at home, called a few servants, and threatened: "Who do you think you are? I want to go up today, so what can you do to me?"

He had heard that there would be a singing and dancing performance on the third floor today, and it was said that all of them were the top stars in Xuancheng.

The most important thing is that the restaurant owner has to perform in person.

Miss Song is as beautiful as a fairy, with a slender and graceful figure. If you can see her dancing in your lifetime, you can brag about it to people around you for the rest of your life!

The servants were so vicious that the waiter was frightened and at a loss as to what to do.

Boss Song is now on the third floor and has no time to take care of what is happening below. Just when he was at a loss, a figure suddenly came up and knocked the troublemaker to the ground with one punch.

Yan Chu didn't even give him a chance to speak. He directly called over two of his extremely powerful subordinates, threw the group of people out of the restaurant, and gave them a severe beating.

The people watching the show in the restaurant cheered and applauded.

"This kind of evil person should be punished!"

"It's so satisfying! How dare you cause trouble even in Madam Song's shop!?"

After Yan Chu finished everything, he returned to Cheng Qian'an to report. The two of them instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Wow, this is the young master's subordinate. He is so handsome!"

"Yes, yes. Hey, he went to the third floor?"

Under everyone's gaze, Cheng Qian'an walked straight to the stairs on the third floor and his figure quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

When he went up, he found a familiar figure.

Ji Huaichuan was fanning himself in a fake manner, with a seductive smile on his handsome face, and he was staring closely at the curtain.

Cheng Qian'an frowned and clenched his fists.

It turned out that the lady also invited Ji Huaichuan.

This is not special treatment for him alone.

As Cheng Qian'an's thoughts wandered, music suddenly began to play slowly from behind the curtain. The spectators around him immediately stared with their eyes wide open.

Two rows of dancers came out from inside with nimble steps, dressed in gauze and with graceful postures.

A woman was holding a pipa and sitting on a chair that was elegant yet luxurious. No one knew what was installed underneath her. She slowly moved forward and came in front of everyone.

Beautiful music came out from her fingertips, and everyone was intoxicated by it.

"Who is this? He plays the pipa beautifully!"

"I don't know. I've never heard of it."

"Look, Miss Song is here!"

Someone exclaimed, and saw a woman falling from the sky, with thin sand flying around and pink petals dancing all over the sky. She was barefoot, and her white and tender feet lightly touched the ground, and then left, as light as a dragonfly touching the water.

There was also a faint floral scent lingering around, and everyone was mesmerized by the sight.

Song Wanqing's dancing skills were something that no one present had ever seen before. Her movements were difficult, complicated, and rhythmic. After just one song, the scene was as silent as night.

No one dared to say a word, and everyone was looking forward to Song Wanqing's next song.

Qingping looked at Song Wanqing in amazement, then lowered his head and continued playing.

After half a day, Song Wanqing's dancing had won everyone's love and spread throughout the streets and alleys.

Song Wanqing's reputation as Xuancheng's number one dancer spread quickly.

She was sweating all over and came in front of Cheng Qian'an. Cheng Qian'an was still in shock and just stared at the woman in front of him with blushing cheeks.

"Husband, how am I dancing?" she asked.

Before Cheng Qian'an could reply, a cheerful voice of a boy came from the side.

"Miss Song's dancing is so charming. It just so happens that my house is short of some dancers. Would Miss Song be willing to come?" Ji Huaichuan looked very happy and didn't care at all whether what he said was appropriate or not.

Song Wanqing smiled and said, "Master Ji, the dancers here were specially selected by me. Aren't you being too arrogant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Qian'an held Song Wanqing behind him and stared at Ji Huaichuan with his deep black eyes.