I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Hearing what Cheng Bo said, Wen Shutang frowned. It was almost dark. What important matter could Mrs. Liang ask her to come over now?

Xiao Yizhuo also frowned and looked at Cheng Bo: "I'll go with you."

"This..." Cheng Bo nodded after hesitating for a moment. Anyway, Mrs. Liang didn't say that she would only take Wen Shutang with her.

"Okay."

Liu Sufen didn't know Cheng Bo, but she could tell from the way he was dressed that he was either rich or noble. She looked at Wen Shutang with some worry, and suddenly remembered the rumors in the village. A series of questions popped up in her head.

Everyone else in the yard frowned and said nothing. Wen Shutang took a clean handkerchief and wiped his hands.

"Did Madam tell me why she wanted me to come over?"

Cheng Bo smiled and said, "Don't worry, Madam Wen. Madam just asked you to come over to discuss matters."

Discuss matters? What could a peasant woman like her have to talk about with the wife of the head of the pavilion?

"Okay, let's go."

Since they had specially sent someone to pick her up, she couldn't afford to ignore them.

Xiao Yizhuo also wanted to go with him, but Wen Shutang said, "Dad and mom are still here, you should stay at home with them. I think I will be back soon."

Xiao Yizhuo glanced at Liu Sufen and Wen Qing and was silent for a moment.

Seeing this, Liu Sufen quickly said, "It's okay for us. Let your son-in-law go with you. The two of them can still take care of each other. Your father and I will wait for you to come back home."

Hearing Liu Sufen say this, Xiao Yizhuo also nodded and said to Wen Qing: "I will have dinner with my father-in-law when I come back."

Wen Qing nodded hurriedly.

Seeing how others reacted, Wen Shutang stopped refusing.

The two got on the carriage together. The carriage gradually went away. Liu Sufen's eyes were full of worry. Xiao Ze pursed his lips tightly and comforted her.

"Don't worry, grandma. It will be fine as long as mom and dad are together."

Liu Sufen forced a smile, but she was still a little worried.

Zhou Tong and Wen Ruizhou looked at each other in bewilderment at this sudden incident, especially Zhou Tong. Could it be that her unreliable aunt was really related to those wealthy families in the town?

The peaceful atmosphere was replaced by solemnity.

Wen Shutang, who was sitting in the carriage, was also thinking about this matter. She and Mrs. Liang did not communicate much, and the only connection was the bottle of perfume. Could it be that there was something wrong with the perfume that caused her allergic reaction?

But if she was allergic, how could Mrs. Liang be so polite as to invite someone to her home?

Wen Shutang thought of many possibilities in his mind, his brows tightly furrowed.

Xiao Yizhuo noticed her expression and thought she was worried, so he reached out and held her hand and whispered.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

The broad palm covered the back of his hand, and warmth came through the skin. Wen Shutang was stunned and stared at the back of his hand in a daze.

Xiao Yizhuo followed her gaze and suddenly realized that his behavior seemed a little inappropriate. He withdrew his hand awkwardly, put his fist to his lips and coughed.

The temperature on the back of his hand disappeared, and Wen Shutang came back to his senses. He looked up and saw the unnatural expression on Xiao Yizhuojun's face, and his heart inexplicably warmed.

"I am fine."

Cheng Bo, who was sitting opposite the two of them, felt very embarrassed. His eyes were wandering and his gaze seemed to be nowhere to be found.

Why does he feel like this young couple doesn’t seem to be familiar with each other?

The carriage was moving very fast and soon arrived at the gate of Liang Mansion.

After parking the car, Cheng Bo was the first to get out.

He led the two across the courtyard to Mrs. Liang's residence.

As soon as Wen Shutang entered the yard, he saw Madam Liang and several other elegantly dressed ladies laughing and playing in the brightly lit yard.

When Mrs. Liang heard footsteps, she turned around and saw Wen Shutang coming. She immediately smiled and introduced him to the other ladies.

"This is the little woman I told you about who makes perfume."

Wen Shutang blinked, not quite understanding what was going on.

Several ladies dressed in gorgeous clothes cast appraising glances at her.

Madam Liang explained to her, "These ladies are the wives of several officials in town. They all like the perfume you make. I called you here today to ask if you have any more perfume."

Hearing this, Wen Shutang turned around and glanced at Xiao Yizhuo, his eyes full of speechlessness.

Could it be that Mrs. Liang had called her over so anxiously at night just to buy perfume? It really made her laugh. Well, after all, she was a rich lady.

A dark light flashed in Xiao Yizhuo's calm black eyes, and he was obviously speechless about Mrs. Liang's behavior.

"I am lucky to be liked by all the ladies, but I have already given the remaining perfume to Young Master Song, the young master of Zhaixing Tower, and it will be sold on the market soon."

Before Mrs. Liang could speak, a fat lady stood up with a loud voice.

"What? This brat, I asked him to look for him for a long time but there is no news. It turns out that he is holding everything in his hands and plans to sell it himself. Just wait and see how I deal with him when I get back."

The corners of Wen Shutang's mouth twitched. If she guessed correctly, this person couldn't be Song Zhoubai's mother, right?

Mrs. Liang looked at the fat lady with a smile: "Jiahong, don't be so impatient. You have been here with me all day. Who knows, your son may not be able to find you anywhere."

Wen Shutang also explained: "Madam, I just gave the remaining perfume to Young Master Song at noon today."

Mrs. Song finally calmed down. She looked at Wen Shutang and asked, "Can you really make perfume?"

"Yes, I thought about it when I had nothing to do."

Madam Liang introduced: "This is the mistress of the Song family, Zhou Bai's mother."

Mrs. Liang then introduced them to Wen Shutang one by one until it was completely dark.

Fortunately, Mrs. Liang asked Wen Shutang and Xiao Yizhuo to sit down in advance, otherwise her legs would definitely cramp when she returned.

While she was still talking, Liang Yan walked in from outside wearing loose clothes. He was stunned when he saw so many people in the yard.

Liang Yan saw Xiao Yizhuo at first sight. Although he was wearing simple coarse cloth clothes, his calm and composed temperament could not be ignored.

When the ladies saw their master Liang Yan coming, they all stood up immediately, and Wen Shutang also stood up.

Madam Liang stood beside Liang Yan: "This is Madam Wen and her husband."

Liang Yan paused for a moment when his eyes swept over her.

"These two look familiar. I seem to have seen them in court a few days ago."

Wen Shutang lowered his head and replied, "Yes, sir, a few days ago I sued Xianyun Manor in court."

Liang Yan looked at the faces of the two people and suddenly remembered the man in black that night. The incident of Zhang Dahe was caused by the woman named Wen in front of him. Could this woman be related to the Black Feather Army?

His gaze fell on Xiao Yizhuo again, and he was immediately more certain of his thoughts. Ordinary villagers and farm women were all fawning and fearful when they saw him, but these two were neither humble nor arrogant, and there was an inexplicable aristocratic air about them, which made it difficult for him to ignore.

Liang Yan couldn't help but feel frightened when he thought of the cold tip of the knife against his neck that night.

He stood up suddenly, cold sweat seemed to drip from his forehead, and there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes when he looked at Wen Shutang.

"I have heard about the incident involving the head of Daan Village and have sent someone to resolve it. Madam Wen, are you satisfied with the result?"

Wen Shutang was stunned for a moment. Why did she feel that there was a hint of flattery in Liang Yan's tone?