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

For decades, Comrade Lao Fang has always loved gossip.

The strange behavior of the father and son had long piqued his curiosity.

He was rubbing his chin with his thumb, his eyes darting around furtively, seemingly lost in thought.

Based on Yan Zhengting's years of understanding of Fang Yuan, this scoundrel, the old man was clearly dishonest and most likely up to no good.

With his wife's favorite breakfast still in his hand, Yan Zhengting was in a hurry to get home and didn't want to chat with Lao Fang anymore.

He glanced at Comrade Fang, "I'm leaving now."

"Xiao Bei, let's go home." Yan Zhengting called to his eldest son and walked forward without looking back.

Yan Qinbei's legs weren't long enough after all; he had only taken one step when he was pulled back by Lao Fang behind him.

"Eh eh eh..."

Why are you in such a hurry to leave?

"Uncle Fang..." Caught off guard, Yan Qinbei was pulled to Old Fang's side. He asked, bewildered, "Why are you pulling me?"

"Oh." Old Fang's eyes lit up, his gossip-loving nature written all over his face without any attempt to hide it. "Uncle Fang just wants to ask you about something..."

Yan Zhengting, who stopped in his tracks because his son was being pulled away, was speechless.

"Asking me about things?" At first, Yan Qinbei even thought he was hallucinating. He pointed to himself and asked in confusion, "What could I possibly know at my age?"

Comrade Lao Fang: "..."

“Xiao Bei, that’s not right…” Old Fang, always thick-skinned, patted Yan Qinbei’s small shoulder and chuckled, “Don’t underestimate yourself. This is something only you could possibly know…”

Yan Qinbei: “…”

Yan Zhengting: "..."

No one knows a bad friend better than Yan Zhengting. With Comrade Lao Fang's puzzling actions, it's obvious what he's up to.

That old bastard, he's really cunning.

"Xiao Bei, come here, tell Uncle Fang..."

At this point, Comrade Lao Fang looked up at Yan Zhengting, whose warning gaze suddenly swept over him, making him shudder and almost give up trying to find out more gossip.

But, but...

Since the gossip has been delivered right to our doorstep, how can we not inquire about it?

Comrade Lao Fang lowered his voice and quietly asked Yan Qinbei, "Xiaobei, did your parents have a fight?"

"Last night, your mom kicked your dad out of the room, didn't she?"

Yan Qinbei: “…”

Ha, you guessed right. Should he tell the truth or not?

"Uncle Fang, what's wrong with you..."

Just at this critical moment, Yan Zhengting returned and came back to their side.

Incidentally, he interrupted their conversation, saying, "Yan Qinbei, hurry home, your mother is waiting for breakfast."

"It was all Uncle Fang's idle chatter that got me talking..." In the Yan family, Qian Yiman's matter was definitely a top priority. Yan Qinbei chose to ignore Old Fang's question, grabbed his elderly father, and started walking away. "Dad, let's go home quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold..."

Fang Yuan, standing there dumbfounded: "..."

Fang Yuan, standing there in disbelief: "??????"

Comrade Lao Fang was completely ignored.

Looking at the departing Yan father and son, he examined them from left to right, up to down, and couldn't help but feel that the father and son didn't seem like good people!

Alright, alright, I'll just accept my fate!

This is all I'll ever do to ruin our friendships in this lifetime!