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

Cheng Qianan warned in a deep voice: "My lady, it's mine!"

The anger and dissatisfaction in his eyes made Song Wanqing and Ji Huaichuan burst out laughing, and the jealousy all over his body made the two of them almost die of jealousy.

Ji Huaichuan suddenly became interested, raised his lips, and leaned closer to say: "Mr. Cheng, I would like to invite you and Miss Song to my house tonight for a celebration banquet, is that okay?"

Song Wanqing covered her mouth and looked at Cheng Qian'an with shining eyes, looking forward to his performance.

Sure enough, Cheng Qian'an pouted, pulled Song Wanqing and tried to hug her in his arms, staring at Ji Huaichuan like a child whose toy was taken away.

“Hahahaha!” Ji Huaichuan laughed, opening and closing the fan in his hand, creating a gust of wind, and looked at Song Wanqing, “You, my little husband, are quite protective of your child.”

Song Wanqing smiled, her husband's reaction made her very happy.

Now she was not happy with Ji Huaichuan, so she simply said, "Everyone in my family is like me. City Lord Ji, please enjoy the celebration banquet tonight. We are celebrating your honor to watch my performance."

After saying that, he took Cheng Qian'an's hand and swaggered back to the backyard.

Ji Huaichuan laughed and could only enjoy the feast alone.

night.

Song Wanqing took Cheng Qian'an back to the Song Mansion. Along the way, he pursed his lips and remained silent, just staring at him blankly.

She must still be angry about Ji Huaichuan.

Song Wanqing had a smile on her face, but she had already figured out how to deal with him next time. He actually dared to make his husband angry!

"My wife." Cheng Qian'an suddenly put his head on her shoulder, his magnetic voice flowed by her ears, and Song Wanqing could still feel a warm breath.

She shuddered all over, looked back in surprise, and met a pair of black eyes that were as unfathomable as the abyss.

It was as if he could suck her in and eat her whole.

Song Wanqing's heart trembled, and she quickly broke free from his arms, and asked suspiciously, "My husband, why did you suddenly hug me?"

After she finished speaking, she realized the inappropriateness of her words.

It was normal for Tian Qi'an to stick to her in the past. She was just flustered by his gaze just now and blurted it out.

Is this guy going to be angry again?

Sure enough, before Song Wanqing could react, Cheng Qian immediately pouted and pulled her hand to shake it, "Madam, do you dislike me?"

These words deeply stung Song Wanqing's heart.

She hurriedly comforted Cheng Qian'an, her tone was gentle and her eyes were as bright as spring, which made Cheng Qian'an mesmerized.

The lips opened and closed, emitting a blue scent, as if tempting him to kiss them.

He couldn't help but recall the last time he pretended to be stupid and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm, and they made him linger on for several days.

Song Wanqing lowered her eyes, not noticing Cheng Qian'an's dark pupils and his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

As he spoke, Cheng Qian'an's face suddenly enlarged.

Then, cold lips covered him.

There was a buzzing sound in Song Wanqing's head, and everything went blank.

Her thoughts overlapped with the pair of eyes in front of her. Last time, Cheng Qian'an also kissed her secretly when she wasn't paying attention!

Thinking about all the recent events, an idea emerged in Song Wanqing's mind.

Could it be that Cheng Qian'an has regained his sanity a long time ago?

Song Wanqing pushed him away without hesitation, covered her mouth, frowned and said, "Cheng Qian'an, you haven't recovered yet, have you?"

Cheng Qian'an panicked for a moment and couldn't control himself.

He quickly pretended to be stupid, pointed at the corner of Song Wanqing's mouth and said, "Madam, there is something in your mouth."

Song Wanqing took out the bronze mirror and found that her rouge had spread to the corners of her mouth. She looked at Cheng Qian'an, who seemed not to be very smart, and her doubts gradually disappeared.

This idiot looks mentally ill at first glance, and it’s impossible for an ordinary person to pretend to be mentally ill, right?

Never mind. Maybe I was just overthinking it.

Song Wanqing sighed helplessly, rubbed his head wantonly, ruffling his neat black hair, then put her hand down with satisfaction.

Staring at the messy hair, Cheng Qian'an narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled foolishly: "My lady, let's sleep together tonight!"

His eyes were fixed with anticipation.

"No..." Song Wanqing was about to refuse when he suddenly rushed into her arms, his warm head pressed against her neck, his breath fanning over her earlobes, causing her body to tremble.

"I want to sleep with my lady." His magnetic and hoarse voice lingered.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and a hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes. She whispered, "Cheng Qi'an!"

"Madam, do you hate me?" Cheng Qian'an buried his head in her shoulder, raised his head and looked at her pitifully, his eyes full of accusations.

"......" Song Wanqing's lips moved, and a hint of helpless doting flashed in his clear eyes.

"Okay, let's sleep together tonight," she compromised.

Inside the warm quilt, tiny sounds continued to be heard.

"Cheng Qian, don't move!"

"I can't help it..."

"You, ah! Where are your hands!"

"Good night, my lady..."

-

The restaurant business is booming, and Xuancheng's economy has recovered a lot. Currently, the living conditions of the people in Xuancheng have stabilized, and are even better than before the war.

Seeing that all walks of life in Xuancheng were back on track, Ji Huaichuan held a war report in his hand, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, thinking that it was time to go to the battle.

He sent a pigeon to Song Wanqing, asking her to come to the study to discuss.

Song Wanqing came as soon as she received the letter. She walked into Ji Huaichuan's study and asked bluntly, "Are you going to the battle?"

Seeing her coming, Ji Huaichuan didn't rush to say anything. He just asked her to sit down and then unfolded a topographic map of the Xiling Dynasty, which he had asked the undercover agent buried there to steal.

The slender fingers pointed somewhere, and Ji Huaichuan's clear voice sounded, "Look here, Liancheng, the land is vast and the water is abundant. It's a good place to live."

"I guess the prince of the East Palace will be very anxious to sit still for this sweet opportunity."

Song Wanqing followed his finger and looked at the terrain on the map. After a long while, he said, "If you want to seize this land, not only will the Eastern Palace be restless, I think the other vassal kings will not sit idly by either."

"What I want is for them all to come and grab this land." Ji Huaichuan sneered, his eyes revealing a dangerous light.

Understanding Ji Huaichuan's thoughts, Song Wanqing simply said, "Okay, when do we leave?"

"Three days later." Ji Huaichuan uttered a few words with a firm look in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll prepare what you need." Song Wanqing nodded and turned to leave.

"Are you leaving just like that?" Seeing that she was leaving, Ji Huaichuan opened his eyes in surprise and looked at her as if she were an unfaithful man who would throw her away after using her.

"Don't look at me like that." Song Wanqing frowned slightly and sneered, "Are you going to stay for dinner if you don't leave?"

"Then do you want to eat it?" Ji Huaichuan's eyes lit up.

Song Wanqing:?

She waved her hand lazily, "No need, see you in three days." Then she added, "You know, I have three hungry children at home."