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

Seeing that Wen Shutang had made up his mind, Xiao Ze knew that it was useless to persuade him. He pursed his lips and whispered, "Don't worry, mother. I will take good care of my brothers and sisters, but I still hope that mother can think about it again. Now that father is missing, if something happens to you again, what will happen to your brothers and sisters and grandparents?"

Wen Shutang fell silent after hearing what Xiao Ze said. It's not like she didn't think about her children and their parents, but she couldn't just let Xiao Yizhuo disappear without a news.

"Aze, go and have a rest first. I'll think about it." Wen Shutang responded while rubbing his eyebrows.

Xiao Ze took one last look at Wen Shutang and left the room without saying anything.

Wen Shutang was the only one left in the room. She closed her eyes and suddenly heard the sound of fluttering clothes. She knew who it was without thinking.

She still closed her eyes: "You want to persuade me too?"

Mu Zhu knelt in front of Wen Shutang and bowed his head respectfully, "Yes, Madam, it is indeed too risky for you to go up the mountain now. Your mission is to protect you and I cannot watch you go into danger."

"Then what do you think I should do now?"

"Be patient and wait, the young master will be fine." Mu Zhu lowered his head, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

Wen Shutang suddenly felt an inexplicable anxiety in her heart. She really hated the feeling of being unable to help with anything. It made her feel powerless as if she had a lot of energy but nowhere to use it.

She sighed and turned to look at the desolate moonlight outside the window. She gradually calmed down. She was still needed for all the big and small things at home.

Perhaps the decision just now was a bit too hasty. She should have believed Xiao Yizhuo. He was not an ordinary person, and it would not be so easy for him to get into trouble.

Wen Shutang closed his eyes and listened closely to the slight sound of the evening breeze blowing through the window outside. His heart gradually calmed down, and he turned to look at Mu Zhu who was still kneeling.

"I understand. Don't worry, I won't do anything impulsive."

Hearing Wen Shutang's words, Mu Zhu lowered his head even more, as if nodding, and then disappeared from the spot, leaving Wen Shutang alone in the room.

As the night passed, Wen Shutang hardly slept.

The next morning, Wen Shutang had just finished washing up when he heard someone shouting anxiously.

"Xiao's wife! Come quickly, they're back! They're at the entrance of the village! It's okay, nothing happened!"

Hearing this, Wen Shutang didn't care about the handkerchief in his hand. He threw the things into the basin and walked out.

The Wen brothers, who had just walked out of the house with their two children, also heard these words. They looked at each other and immediately followed Wen Shutang with their children.

Wen Shutang never knew that the road from his home to the village entrance was so long, and he waited until he arrived at the village entrance.

She immediately saw the tall figure standing in the crowd, her heart clenched, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.

Wen Shutang pushed through the crowd, walked in front of Xiao Yizhuo and just looked at him, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Xiao Yizhuo was surrounded by everyone, who were asking about his well-being. He had no expression on his face and just responded politely. However, the moment he saw Wen Shutang, a hint of joy appeared on his unchanging face. He did not miss the anxious expression on Wen Shutang's face.

Wen Shutang didn't care so much. She began to look Xiao Yizhuo up and down. His cotton coat was covered with frost and even ice formed on the corners of his clothes, but his tall figure was still upright and he didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries.

Before Wen Shutang could speak, an anxious voice with a tearful tone came from a distance.

Everyone turned to look and saw a woman with tears all over her face, crying and howling, being supported by the villagers and walking over.

"Son, my son!"

She walked closer and saw clearly that the little boy next to Xiao Yizhuo was so excited that he almost fainted. She rushed over, hugged the little boy and started crying.

"Son, you are still alive! Thank God, how could you live without your mother!"

Perhaps she suddenly thought of something, the woman suddenly turned to Xiao Yizhuo and knelt down in front of him, ready to kowtow to him.

"Benefactor! You are the benefactor of our entire family!"

Xiao Yizhuo frowned and reached out to help the woman up: "Sister-in-law, there is no need to do this. Let's go and see if the child has frostbite."

After hearing his words, the woman reacted and immediately turned around to check if her child had any injuries.

Fortunately, the child was just a little frozen and had no obvious skin injuries.

Everyone smiled and praised Xiao Yizhuo for being young, promising and capable, and for surviving on the snowy mountains with his child for several days.

Xiao Yizhuo nodded slightly as he listened to everyone's praise without showing any pride. However, when he turned to look at Wen Shutang, he was stunned.

Wen Shutang stood there, staring at him, with deep fatigue in his eyes.

Xiao Yizhuo curled his lips slightly and a faint smile appeared on his face. His deep black eyes only reflected the figure of Wen Shutang.

Wen Shutang had just seen that Xiao Yizhuo was safe and sound, and he felt completely relaxed. Now that he saw that he could still smile, he suddenly felt a nameless anger in his heart.

She had been worried to death these days, but this man could actually smile.

Wen Shutang walked quickly towards Xiao Yizhuo. Xiao Yizhuo thought she was coming to ask if he was injured, but he was hit hard by her instead.

Feeling a dull pain in his chest, Xiao Yizhuo froze and looked down.

Wen Shutang punched him in the chest, and his chest muscles were so shaken that her hands became a little numb.

"You still have the nerve to smile? Do you know how worried your family is about you?" Her voice trembled slightly.

Xiao Yizhuo caught a hint of grievance in her tone, and he immediately understood.

Although he was punched, the smile on his face became even wider. Just as he was about to reach out and grab Wen Shutang's wrist, Wen Shutang glared at him and turned away.

The surrounding villagers looked at each other, wondering why Wen Shutang was suddenly unhappy. It was obviously a good thing that their man came back.

Xiao Yizhuo looked at her receding figure and chuckled, not annoyed.

He nodded slightly to the villagers, then squeezed out of the crowd and followed Wen Shutang's footsteps. He was so anxious that he didn't even notice Xiao Wan and Xiao Ye who were standing aside watching the show.

Wen Shutang walked in front and Xiao Yizhuo followed closely behind her. When they returned home, Wen Shutang didn't say a word to Xiao Yizhuo.

After returning to the house, Wen Shutang took out a new cotton coat from the cupboard, handed it to him, and turned around to leave without saying anything.

Just as he took a step forward, Xiao Yizhuo grabbed his wrist. His broad palm exuded cool air, and Wen Shutang felt his wrist become much colder as well.

"I didn't delay on purpose, it's just that there was too much snow on the mountain and it was difficult to go down the mountain, so I stayed on the mountain for a few days."

After hearing Xiao Yizhuo's explanation, Wen Shutang did not change his attitude, but raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Seeing that she still didn't speak, Xiao Yizhuo took out an exquisite short blade from behind him and handed it to her, his voice full of smile.

"Don't be upset. I won't let you worry like this next time. Nothing will happen to me if I don't give you the token of love."