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

The children were doing their homework and reading in their room, while Yan Zhengting and Fang Yuan were chatting about work in the study.

in the living room.

Qian Yiman and Mrs. Fang finally had some peace and quiet. They listened to the radio, talked about the latest gossip in the compound, and then started talking about shopping.

Mrs. Fang had been busy these days and felt a little tired, so she suggested, "There have been so many trivial matters at home lately, I'm almost exhausted. Why don't we go out for a walk later..."

"Okay."

This proposal hit the nail on the head for Qian Yiman.

She took a sip of chrysanthemum tea, then put the cup back and said, "The two children are growing fast. Either their pants are too short or their clothes are too small. I was planning to find time to buy them two sets of clothes..."

"Children of this age are in the growth stage, so clothes are the most needed..." As someone who has experienced this, Mrs. Fang has a lot to say about this.

Not knowing what she was thinking about, Mrs. Fang smiled and shook her head, saying, "My little girl was still whispering in my ear a few days ago that she wanted to wear a new skirt. She has been studying very hard recently, so I am planning to give her a reward..."

"Buy it for her. Every little girl loves beauty..."

Qian Yiman thought that if she had a delicate and sweet daughter, she would definitely buy her lots of beautiful dresses so that she would never be able to wear them all.

But she didn't have this opportunity.

Just as she came out of the disappointment of not having given birth to a daughter, she looked up and saw Mrs. Fang massaging her arm.

Could it be that he was injured?

Thinking of this, Qian Yiman asked with concern: "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with your hand?"

"Oh, it's okay."

Mrs. Fang pounded her arms again and again, feeling a noticeable pain in her muscles. She couldn't help but frown, then smiled and sighed, "I cleaned the house yesterday, and my arms are sore today. You can't help but accept your age..."

Qian Yiman was amused by her slightly exaggerated statement, "Sister-in-law, look at what you said, how old are you? You don't look old at all..."

"I'm already over 40, and you tell me if I'm old or not. I even have wrinkles around my eyes..."

As she spoke, Mrs. Fang pointed to the corners of her own eyes, then to Qian Yiman's eyes, her face full of envy. "Look at you, your face is as smooth as a peeled egg, without a single wrinkle..."

"It's better to be young..."

Over the years, nourished by love, Qian Yiman not only did not show any sign of fatigue from married life, but became more and more radiant and charming.

Under Mrs. Fang's envious gaze, Qian Yiman raised her hand and touched her cheek, then smiled calmly and said, "Every wrinkle is a sign of time. Sooner or later, I will have such a day..."

Although, this is the truth.

However, looking at Qian Yiman's face, which was almost the same as when she was in her twenties, Mrs. Fang sighed again, "How come you don't age at all..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

Mrs. Fang: "God is so kind to you..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

It's over.

Faced with this series of compliments, Qian Yiman felt conceited but also a little guilty inside.

Did she drink too much spiritual spring water on a daily basis?

It seems I have to reduce the amount next time so that it won’t be too obvious when I’m young.

Qian Yiman fell into deep contemplation of the spiritual spring water, completely ignoring the magic brought by love.