The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Lin Qinshuang dared not show too much difficulty on her face, and only sighed softly: "I rented a shop in Willow Branch Lane, and usually do some cosmetics and perfume business. There is a small courtyard in the back where I live."

Wei Jing'an stood up without hesitation.

Lin Qinshuang also hurriedly got up and helped him up with concern. Then, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, she gave a look to Fang's mother who was not far away.

Fang's mother immediately understood.

Holding the sleeping Changfeng in her arms, she stepped forward and said, "The carriage is just outside. If An'er doesn't mind, you can ride in our carriage."

Wei Jing'an seemed to remember her only then.

He looked at Madam Fang, his eyes flickered slightly, and he actually bowed earnestly: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Madam. It's been many years since we last met, and I haven't had the chance to greet you properly. Please forgive me."

Madam Fang felt a pang of sadness at this gesture and quickly said, "Young master, you're too kind. You've made me feel ashamed."

She dared not look into Wei Jing'an's clear and eager eyes.

Back then, she gave him his life, but he repaid her kindness.

Madam Fang gently bounced the sleeping Feng Ge'er in her arms, thinking to herself, "This is my precious little darling who took my daughter's surname." Ever since Feng Ge'er came into the world, her daughter's smiles have become more frequent.

So, Madam Fang said in a low voice, "I'll go out first and settle Feng-ge'er down."

Lin Qinshuang nodded and then personally helped Wei Jing'an up.

"elder brother."

Wei Shuyi finally couldn't help but speak up, his face full of helplessness.

Since this woman appeared, the brother seems to have completely forgotten the existence of others. If he doesn't speak up soon, he and his sister will probably have to sleep on the streets tonight.

Wei Jing'an then turned around.

Wei Shuyi glanced at the woman again. She had her head down, her profile was beautiful, and there were still tear stains at the corners of her eyes. She looked gentle and pitiful.

Yet this seemingly frail woman gave birth to her brother's child all by herself.

How have they managed all these years?

Wei Shuyi felt a pang of sympathy and softened his voice: "Brother, go in peace. I will explain to Father tomorrow."

Wei Jing'an gave his sister a grateful look.

Wei Yule finally came to her senses, looked at her brother, then at Lin Qinshuang, and then at the child in Fang's mother's arms. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but in the end, her sister pressed her down.

"I'm leaving," Wei Shuyi said softly.

Lin Qinshuang kept her head down and didn't speak to them; she didn't want to get too involved with the Wei family.

After boarding the carriage, the carriage remained silent for the entire journey.

Fang's mother sat to one side, holding the sleeping Changfeng in her arms, while Lin Qinshuang and Wei Jing'an sat side by side, a little distance apart.

Speechless all the way.

About half an hour later, the carriage finally stopped.

As always, Mrs. Fang got out of the car first, carrying the child. Only then did Lin Qinshuang look at Wei Jing'an and say softly, "I've arrived. Anlang, you should go back quickly too. You lost so much blood today, you need to rest well."

Wei Jing'an didn't move: "Go on up. I want to see you get home with my own eyes, otherwise I won't be able to rest easy."

Lin Qinshuang was taken aback at first, then sighed softly in her heart.

They're not so easily fooled anymore.

She only showed a hint of helplessness and tenderness on her face, and nodded gently.

"it is good."

She stepped off the carriage, her cloak fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

Mother Fang carried Changfeng ahead, and she followed behind. They entered the shop and went up the small building behind it.

Wei Jing'an stood by the carriage watching.

A short while later, a light came on in one of the windows on the second floor.

Lin Qinshuang even took the initiative to open the window, lean out half her body, and gently wave to the people downstairs.

Looking down from upstairs, all you could see were two dim yellow lanterns in front of the carriage and a faint human figure in the lamplight.

But Lin Qinshuang remained standing there for quite a while.

She only slowly turned around and drew the curtains when the night breeze made her hair feel cold.

Inside the room, two young maids were making a makeshift bed and cleaning.

This is her cosmetics shop.

There was a shop in front selling goods, and a small courtyard in the back, along with a well and a kitchen. Upstairs, there were several small rooms where she would occasionally come to check the accounts, or rest and drink tea when she was tired.

This shop was given to her by her mother for practice.

As mentioned earlier, after giving birth to Changfeng, her mother finally truly treated her as her own daughter.

He not only taught her accounting, but also how to employ and evaluate people, and taught her the skills to truly make a living.

Tonight, Wei Jing'an insisted on taking her to his residence. She didn't want to break off relations with him, and she absolutely couldn't reveal the location of the Xu residence. In desperation, she thought of this place.

Feng Ge'er's little bed was the first one to be made.

Fang's mother wiped his hands, feet, and face, and carefully took off his coat. Seeing that the child was sleeping soundly on the new bed without fussing, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But when she thinks about the commotion that happened tonight, she still feels like she's dreaming.

"Luckily, the young lady was quick-witted and remembered this place, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to end this tonight."

Lin Qinshuang sat on the edge of the couch, a wry smile on her face: "It's all thanks to Mother's ability to act according to circumstances."

She genuinely complimented him.

What she feared most just now was that Wei Jing'an would follow her upstairs regardless of the consequences.

Although the two almost got married back then and even had a sexual relationship, they were still unmarried according to social norms and had not seen each other for nearly three years.

She didn't invite him directly because she was being reserved.

However, if Wei Jing'an were to disregard his pride and ask to go upstairs, she would find it difficult to refuse.

Otherwise, how can I convince him that I am deeply in love with him?

"I'm sorry to trouble you to stay here tonight, young lady," said Madam Fang. "I'll take the young master to sleep in the side room for the night. We'll figure out how to go back at dawn tomorrow."

Lin Qinshuang gently shook her head: "I'm afraid you'll have to stay for more than just tonight."

Mrs. Fang was startled: "What does the young lady mean...?"

Lin Qinshuang didn't continue.

The brazier inside was already lit, and the chill gradually dissipated. The maid brought hot water, and she took off her cloak and coat, and quickly washed up.

It was late at night.

Fang's mother had already taken Changfeng to sleep in another place.

She was exhausted after a long day, but just before going to bed, for some reason, she found herself walking to the window and lifting the curtain a crack.

She was stunned at first glance.

The carriage downstairs was still there.

Two lanterns swayed gently in the cold wind, and a figure could be vaguely seen standing beside the car.

Lin Qinshuang was both annoyed and amused.

This idiot, in order to prevent her from running away in the middle of the night, he actually wants to guard her all night?

Is this what the dead of winter looks like?

Lin Qinshuang paced back and forth in the room a few times.

When she reached the third lap, she suddenly stopped and blew out the light.

The room was plunged into darkness instantly.

"He's really a bookworm who's gone mad from reading too much."

"Now that you've achieved success and fame, why worry about not finding a wife of equal social standing? And being so young, why worry about not having children of your own?"

"What does it matter to me if you like to make things difficult for yourself?"

After saying that, she turned around, went back to bed, pulled the blanket over her head, and covered it with the covers.

But my sleepiness had already vanished.

In the darkness, she closed her eyes, but all she could see were Wei Jing'an's eyes.

He could not hide his joy, his excitement, or his fear.

It's just like a puppy that's been picked up and taken home, and is now afraid of being kicked out again after finally getting a hot meal.

Lin Qinshuang pulled the blanket down a little.

The room was so quiet that only the occasional soft popping of the charcoal fire could be heard.

Her eyes were open, filled with struggle and hesitation.

A moment later, she suddenly sat up.

He put on his coat, got out of bed, put on his shoes, and draped a cloak over his shoulders.

"But you came to me yourself."

"I happen to want a girl."