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

With a "splash", Song Wanqing soaked in the hot water. In front of her was Cheng Qian'an who was looking at her seriously.

At this moment, his long hair was slightly wet and scattered on his shoulders, his fair cheeks were flushed by the steam, his slightly upturned eyes were sparkling, there was a drop of water between his nose, and his slightly red lips were slightly open.

Song Wanqing swallowed and looked down at his sizable pectoral muscles. The two long mermaid lines extended beneath the water, making people want to take a closer look.

"My wife..." Cheng Qian'an spoke in a hoarse voice and tightened his hands on her waist, forcing the two of them to get a little closer.

"Let's talk it over nicely!" Song Wanqing regained consciousness and stepped back in panic, trying to leave the bathtub, but Cheng Qian'an held her forcefully.

"My lady, do you want to leave me here again?" Cheng Qian'an used force in his palms, but his tone was full of aggrieved.

Song Wanqing saw that his eyes were slightly red, and there was a gloomy atmosphere around him. She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and she couldn't help but stop struggling and sighed: "When did I abandon you?"

Cheng Qi'an felt more and more aggrieved, and said in a low voice: "You took the child out and left me alone at home."

Song Wanqing swore that she was not a soft-hearted person, but Cheng Qian'an's behavior made her unable to bear it, as if she was really a heartless person who hurt his heart.

So she lowered her head and whispered, "Who told you to lie to me? I clearly have recovered my memory."

Cheng Qi'an spoke faster and explained immediately: "I really didn't mean to lie to you. I was just afraid that you would not want me after you knew it. I was afraid that you would leave me."

He held Song Wanqing in his arms and rubbed her hard, as if he wanted to melt her into his body.

His movements were firm, but his tone was like that of a child worried about losing something.

Song Wanqing felt the hard muscles of his upper body, and the last bit of anger in his heart disappeared: "Are you doing these things now because you want to be the master of the world?"

"Lord of the world?" Cheng Qian repeated her words, paused and stroked her hair: "I don't want to be an emperor, I just want to be someone's sweetheart."

The tone was tender, Song Wanqing's heart trembled, and she pushed him: "Speak seriously."

Cheng Qi'an smiled, his eyes clear and his tone steady: "I just want to clear the name of my grandparents. That man believed the rumors and killed all of my grandparents, ignoring the fact that he had fought for the country for many years. How can such a person live a carefree life?"

"As for who will take his place after revenge, I don't really care that much."

Song Wanqing nodded, feeling a little emotional.

The old general fought on the battlefield all his life, but he did not die at the hands of the enemy. Instead, he was killed by the suspicion of his own people. It is really lamentable.

Seeing Cheng Qian'an's nostalgic expression, Song Wanqing grabbed his hand and promised softly: "I'll help you."

I will help you get revenge and fight against those who are unworthy of their positions.

Cheng Qian'an's eyes lit up, and then he said seriously: "This is very dangerous. I don't want you to take these risks that you shouldn't have to bear."

Song Wanqing raised her eyebrows: "Do you think I'm not as good as you?"

"Of course not, you are very powerful, the most powerful woman I have ever seen." Cheng Qian'an denied it immediately, looking at the woman in front of him who was slightly tilting her head, his eyes full of admiration.

"That's fine. Let me help you. I can definitely help the old general clear his name faster."

"Oh——" Cheng Qian sighed. He had already seen through Song Wanqing's mind. Sometimes she was just like that. Once she made a decision, no one could make her change her mind.

"You are such a stubborn little thing." He stretched out a slender finger and poked Song Wanqing, indicating his agreement.

Song Wanqing's eyes were bright: "Don't lie to me again in the future, you must tell me if you have anything to say!"

"Okay, tell my wife everything." Cheng Qian'an smiled.

"Okay, the water will get cold if we keep soaking in it, let's get up quickly." He touched the water temperature worriedly, lifted Song Wanqing's shoulders, and the two of them stood up.

wrong!

Song Wanqing covered her eyes. Cheng Qian'an had just taken a shower and should be naked now.

"Hehe." A muffled laugh came from the opposite side. Song Wanqing quietly opened a few fingers and saw that he was wearing a piece of clothing around his lower body, then she slowly opened her eyes.

Song Wanqing felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly stepped out of the bathtub.

This person was taking a shower with her clothes on. She must have been prepared to trick her into coming in, but she fell into the trap.

"Be careful, don't fall." Cheng Qian'an reminded.

"I won't." She ran out of the bathtub and changed her clothes hastily.

Cheng Qian looked at her with amusement, and became more and more convinced of the peddler's method.

This beauty trap and self-torture tactic are really useful.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Song Wanqing stared blankly in front of her, feeling a little dazed.

It was not until she felt a soft touch on her head that she came back to her senses and discovered that Cheng Qian had also changed his clothes and was wiping her wet black hair.

"Why don't you even wash your hair?" Cheng Qian asked when he saw her looking at him.

"If it weren't for you, my hair wouldn't have gotten wet. Naturally, you should wipe it yourself." Song Wanqing closed her eyes contentedly and enjoyed his service.

Cheng Qian smiled and his movements became gentler.

Gradually, she felt a little sleepy. After Cheng Qian made sure her hair was dry, he gently pushed her shoulder and said, "Madam, go to bed quickly. It's easy to catch a cold if you sleep here."

Song Wanqing suddenly opened her eyes and saw Cheng Qian'an's gentle smile. She heard a chuckle in her ear. She glanced sideways and found that Cheng Yuexi and Cheng Size had been standing aside, watching them and laughing.

"Mother has forgiven Father, how great!"

Cheng Yuexi concluded happily while holding the rag doll.

Song Wanqing felt a little embarrassed and felt like she was being laughed at by a child.

Cheng Qian coughed and pretended to be serious, "When did mother get angry with father? Mother is very generous, Yuexi, please don't talk nonsense. Well, it's getting late, you two should go back and rest."

He stood up and pushed the two children out the door. Turning back, he saw Song Wanqing's teasing smile: "Why haven't I ever been angry with you?"

He turned his head away awkwardly: "Just tell the children this, so they won't worry."

"Well, my husband is right."

The atmosphere returned to normal, and over the next few days, except that Cheng Qian'an no longer acted stupid, everything else was the same as usual.

On this day, Song Wanqing received another message from Ji Huaichuan.

It turned out that after repeated defeats, the Xiling royal family was completely panicked and decided to send all their elite troops to attack Liancheng, which was the new city they had captured not long ago.

The Xiling royal family was coming with great force, and Ji Huaichuan was worried that he could not hold on, so he wrote to Song Wanqing, hoping that she would return to Liancheng as soon as possible.

But she had just returned to Xuancheng, and if she left again, she didn't know when she would be able to come back.