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

Although he had changed to a new environment, Wen Shutang didn't recognize the bed at all and lay down on it directly to sleep.

Out of the corner of her eye she suddenly caught a glimpse of Xiao Yizhuo standing at the head of the bed. She was stunned for a moment and looked over with a questioning look.

Xiao Yizhuo pointed at the empty closet and said hesitantly, "There are no extra beddings."

Wen Shutang reacted instantly. Without bedding, where would Xiao Yizhuo sleep? Would he sleep in the same bed with her?

Somehow, thinking of Xiao Yizhuo's sturdy figure, Wen Shutang felt inexplicably excited.

Although she was thinking a lot, her face showed no expression.

"Where do you sleep then?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yizhuo raised his head and looked straight at Wen Shutang, his pair of dark eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"My two uncles are still here. If I go out, they might get suspicious."

Wen Shutang immediately understood the hidden meaning, and she spoke tentatively.

"How about a bed to make do with?"

Xiao Yizhuo raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Wen Shutang was not shy. He moved closer to the bed and patted the seat next to him, indicating that he could come over.

Xiao Yizhuo walked closer to the bed with his eyes flashing, and unbuttoned his coat with his bony fingers.

Wen Shutang just stared at his movements without blinking, and perhaps because his gaze was too eye-catching, Xiao Yizhuo just took off his coat and stopped.

He lay down beside Wen Shutang, covering himself with his clothes, with no intention of sharing the quilt with her.

"You don't want to cover yourself with a blanket?"

“I’ll just cover this.”

When Xiao Yizhuo lay down, he blew out the light, and the room fell into darkness.

Wen Shutang had extremely sharp hearing and could feel Xiao Yizhuo's breathing close to her ear. It was the first time in her life that she shared a bed with a man. She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, but she always felt a little stiff.

Xiao Yizhuo closed his eyes but did not fall asleep. He could not ignore the presence of Wen Shutang beside him. It felt strange to sleep in the same bed with someone else.

He kept thinking of every expression Wen Shutang had on a daily basis, and suddenly he felt inexplicably agitated.

Perhaps it was because he had been too busy in the past few days, and Xiao Yizhuo was very quiet beside him, Wen Shutang quickly adapted and felt sleepy.

Xiao Yizhuo opened his eyes only after he felt the breathing sounds by his ears gradually become even. He turned sideways and saw Wen Shutang's peaceful sleeping face in the moonlight coming in from the window.

He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. Wen Shutang was different from other women. She was lively and intelligent, and brought a different color to his world.

The gloomy days became sunny because of her change. I wish it could always be like this.

A hint of tenderness and affection flashed in Xiao Yizhuo's eyes.

The next morning, Wen Shutang woke up early. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt someone beside him and subconsciously wanted to touch the dagger under his pillow.

When she didn't touch anything familiar, she suddenly realized that she was now in a house in Qingshui Town, and the person sleeping next to her was Xiao Yizhuo.

Wen Shutang felt relieved and took a closer look at his features. He couldn't help but sigh again that this guy was so good-looking.

Feeling someone approaching, Xiao Yizhuo frowned, opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his eyebrows. Maybe it was because he just woke up, his voice was hoarse, but it sounded different kind of sexy.

"You woke up so early."

Wen Shutang responded. She did not miss the murderous intent that flashed across Xiao Yizhuo's eyes just now, but it seemed that after he saw clearly that it was her, the murderous intent in his eyes immediately subsided.

After changing their clothes, they both started to wash up.

Wen Shutang opened the door and found that Wen Ruizhou and Wen Yaoshi were already up. They heated up the leftovers from last night.

When Wen Ruizhou saw Wen Shutang coming out, he called out, "Little sister, go wash your face and brush your teeth. It's time to eat."

After breakfast, several people began to prepare to make perfume.

These three days passed quickly. Song Zhoubai came to deliver several baskets of fresh flower petals every day. Every time he came, he just put the things down and left without even taking a look.

Wen Shutang knew that he respected her.

Wen Shutang told the two brothers of the Wen family the method of making perfume. With their help, the perfume was made very quickly.

Soon it was the day when the customers came to pick up the goods. Song Zhoubai stood at the door of the spice shop and spoke with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Everyone, please allow me to apologize to you. Due to our store's own reasons, the perfume is still on the way. It will probably take a few more days for it to arrive. Please wait a few more days."

Some customers immediately showed disappointment on their faces. They had been waiting for this batch of perfume for a long time. Although disappointed, some people still expressed understanding.

But there were still some people who refused to give in. They stood at the door and refused to leave, pointing at Song Zhoubai and even saying a lot of unpleasant things.

"What are you doing, shopkeeper? You told us to come and pick up the goods today, but now that we're here you say you don't have any. Are you kidding me?"

Once someone takes the lead, there will naturally be people who want to watch the fun and join in.

"That's right, I've been waiting for several days, and they keep saying that I'm still lucky. Are they lying?"

"Really? I didn't expect that a wealthy family like the Song family would start to cheat people? Give me back my money. I don't want it anymore."

Although Song Zhoubai tried his best to appease them, the guests still started asking for their money back.

At the same time, at Wen Shutang's home in Da'an Village, a man drove a horse-drawn carriage from her home to the town.

The ruts left by the carriage were very heavy, as if there were a lot of things in the carriage.

All of this was seen by the masked man hiding in the dark.

The younger brother beside him whispered, "Brother, this carriage is so heavy, it must be filled with perfume."

The leading man also nodded: "I guess so. If we rob this batch of goods, the reputation of his Song family shop will be completely ruined, and their business will be finished!"

"That's right, big brother, let's get started. This kid is still alone, so it will be easy to catch him now."

As soon as the leading man raised his hand, the masked men hiding in the woods jumped out, all of them looking ferocious.

"Leave the carriage and I'll spare your life, otherwise the sword will have no eyes!"

The man sitting in the carriage panicked for a moment, but still pretended to be calm.

"Who are you? Don't you know that I'm here to pick up the goods for the Song family? How dare you rob me!"

"What we are robbing is the Song family's goods!"

The masked man in the lead snorted coldly, and without further ado, ordered everyone to rush forward.

The servant sitting in the carriage jumped off in a flash, and then the thugs in the carriage lifted the curtain and jumped out.

The thugs were all strong and had various weapons in their hands, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

The masked man in the lead was shocked: "Oh no, it's an ambush!"

-

The customers in front of the spice shop were still arguing. Song Zhoubai had shouted himself hoarse, but he still couldn't calm everyone down. Some even wanted to rush up and grab his clothes.

Fortunately, there was a servant protecting them. Just as everyone was arguing, a male voice suddenly came.

"Hahahaha, the young master of the Song family has come to this day?"