Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

The blue and white curtains sway gently...

The breeze blew in from the window, as if blowing a hint of coolness into the heart, making people feel comfortable and peaceful.

Little boy Yan Qinbei sat obediently at the desk by the window, his little face full of seriousness, and occasionally the sound of pages being turned could be heard.

On the bed on the other side, little Yan Qinnan had a flushed face, frowned brows, and was sleeping very uneasily.

Yan Zhengting, who was sitting beside the bed, reached out and patted his son gently, trying to comfort him in this way, his eyes full of concern and love.

A long time passed, and the effect of the spiritual spring water was very obvious at this time. Little Yan Qinnan, who was still sleeping, broke out in sweat.

Yan Zhengting got up and went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of water. Then he ran to the closet, picked up a set of clean clothes, and put them on the bed.

He wrung out the towel and wiped the sweat off his son's face and body, his hands moving very gently.

After Qian Yiman woke up, she didn't see Yan Zhengting. She sat at the head of the bed, rubbing her sore waist, secretly cursing her husband for his lack of self-control.

The curtains were drawn tightly and she didn't know what time it was. She took the watch from the bedside table and glanced at the time.

I really slept until noon!

Qian Yiman stretched and immediately chose to get up.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face to refresh herself, and glanced into the mirror out of habit, and her messy hair appeared in her sight.

She flipped her hair a few times and tied it into a Korean low ponytail.

It is a simple and quick hairstyle, one of the must-have hairstyles for lazy people.

She didn’t know whether her two sons had gotten up or not. As she was worried about them, Qian Yiman went to the children’s room first after leaving the bedroom.

When she stepped into the children's bedroom, the first thing she saw was her husband holding a towel and carefully wiping her youngest son's body.

I saw the little guy with his eyes closed and his face was a little flushed.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and she took a few big steps forward and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Is this a fever?"

For fear of waking up the child, she lowered her voice so that only she and Yan Zhengting could hear it.

"Yeah, I do have a slight fever." Yan Zhengting put down the towel. Seeing his wife's worried look, he immediately spoke to comfort her, "You just sweated a lot, you will be fine after you wake up, it's okay..."

"Spiritual..." Qian Yiman blurted out. Just as she was about to ask if he had drunk the spiritual spring water, her eyes swept over her eldest son who was looking over here. She immediately reacted and quickly changed the topic, "Have you taken the medicine?"

"I've already given it to him, and the temperature has dropped a little. Don't worry too much..." Yan Zhengting rubbed the top of her head, and his voice inexplicably made people feel at ease.

"You didn't even know to wake me up..." Qian Yiman glanced at him with a hint of complaint in her tone.

"I want you to sleep a little longer." Facing his wife's complaints, Yan Zhengting was neither anxious nor annoyed. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Besides, I am his biological father. Why are you worried about leaving him to me? Hmm?"

Qian Yiman laughed softly, "You are the only one who makes sense~~"

This man knows her thoroughly and can always easily coax her into submission with just a few words.

But what he said was not wrong. It seemed that as long as he was there, everything would be solved well.

He is actually quite busy at work, but over the years they have been married, he has always taken family matters to heart and taken action, and has never let her bear any of them alone.

Whether it's cooking, doing housework, or taking care of children, he has always been involved.

It is no exaggeration to say that in this family, he has contributed several times more than she has.

To her, Yan Zhengting is a perfect and excellent husband in every aspect. To the children, he is also a very responsible father in every aspect.

No matter how much time has passed, Qian Yiman is very proud of herself for meeting such a treasure man.

Yan Zhengting was changing his son's clothes with his head down. She withdrew her gaze from the man and helped change her son into dry clothes.

Afterwards, Qian Yiman quietly put one of her hands into the man's broad and warm palm, and said in a soft and pleasant voice, "My dear father, thank you for your hard work..."

"The child is his own mother, I am not tired..."

Yan Zhengting grasped her smooth and delicate hand and gently squeezed it, his heart instantly becoming soft. When he smiled, it seemed as if countless tiny stars spread out from the bottom of his deep eyes...