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

Before I knew it, half a month had passed.

When Yan Zhengting was not at home, Qian Yiman lived with her two sons at her parents-in-law's house.

Apart from the fact that her man is not around, her life is quite enjoyable and more leisurely and comfortable than she had imagined.

Someone picks up the children from school, someone walks the dog, and they can eat a variety of delicious food every day. From time to time, Yan Jingqiu will bring the children to accompany her to pass the time.

Very comfortable!

Logically, she should be smiling secretly on days like this, but she always felt as if something was missing.

If you want to find out the reason, it is probably because Mr. Yan is not around.

The sky was getting light and the fog was gradually dissipating.

The morning light gently shines on the roof, and the birds chirping on the branches break the morning silence.

Qian Yiman woke up from her dream in a daze. She closed her eyes and leaned to the side as usual, but she did not feel the warm embrace she had imagined.

Almost at the same time, Qian Yiman woke up instantly, and the sleepiness in her eyes was no longer there.

Looking at the empty space next to her, she realized that she had come to nothing.

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that he is still on a business trip and hasn’t returned home yet.

An emotion called disappointment quietly spread in Qian Yiman's heart.

Ugh……

I really miss him.

However, this sentiment did not last long.

Because her eldest son would never give her so much time to immerse herself in her own world.

Just then, she went to the bathroom for a while, and when she came out, before her butt even touched the bed, she heard a knock on the door from the corridor outside.

"mom, Mom, Mom……"

"Here it comes, stop knocking..."

Qian Yiman had no choice but to go over and open the door.

Outside the door was her older son, who looked anxious.

"Xiaobei, what's the matter that you called me so early?"

Qian Yiman had an expression that said, "You'd better have something to say," and Yan Qinbei couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

He swallowed hard and replied weakly, "Mom, I don't want to either, but I left my homework with you..."

"What homework book? Where did you put it? Why can't I see it..."

Yan Qinbei pointed inside and said, "On your desk..."

"..."

Qian Yiman turned around and glanced at her desk from a distance. There really was...

If this guy hadn't told her, she wouldn't have noticed.

I really don't know what to say. Should she feel relieved? After all, this little bastard actually remembered to check his schoolbag before going to school and didn't forget his homework book at home.

"Xiaobei, I'm really impressed by you. You can even remember your homework. You used to be..."

"Mom, mom, mom..." Yan Qinbei stopped his mother from continuing before she could reveal the truth. "For the sake of harmony in our mother-son relationship, let's not talk about this hurtful past anymore. I said I would study hard and make progress every day..."

"Student Yan Qinbei, can I trust you?"

"Mom, we've been mother and son for so many years, don't we have this little trust?"

"..."

Qian Yiman thought to herself, when it comes to studying, you really don’t have much credibility.

She stopped harping on the question and asked her eldest son in a different way, "So how hard have you worked so far?"

"It's not convenient to tell you too much for now. Just wait and see, you'll know when the time comes..."

When the time comes, I will secretly surprise you...

Yan Qinbei's strict father was urging him downstairs, so he hurriedly packed his schoolbag after getting his homework book.