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

Dawn breaks...

The quiet of the night fades away, announcing the arrival of the hustle and bustle of the day. When the first ray of sunlight penetrates the clouds, the whole city welcomes a new day, warm and full of hope.

The early morning sunlight shone through the window and quietly slipped in through the gaps in the curtains.

In the Yan family's bedroom.

No matter what time he went to bed the night before, Yan Zhengting would always wake up at that time. This has been his biological clock for many years.

He picked up the watch on the bedside table, checked the time, and put it back.

The wife in his arms was sleeping soundly, with no intention of waking up. Yan Zhengting stretched out his fingers and gently traced her eyebrows and eyes, and finally lowered his head to peck her lips, his movements were very gentle, probably because he was worried about waking her up.

In this cold winter, being able to hide in this warm bed with a sweet and soft wife in my arms is simply the greatest happiness in life!

After hugging the person in his arms for a while, Yan Zhengting reluctantly let go and carefully pulled his arm back.

However, Qian Yiman seemed to sense something in her sleep and opened her eyes drowsily.

"Hmm..." After being stunned for a few seconds, her brain gradually recovered from the frozen state, and her eyes were still a bit confused after just waking up. "You woke up, why didn't you call me?"

"Be good, continue sleeping..."

Yan Zhengting stretched out a big hand and patted her back, but he felt helpless inside. He thought his movements were gentle enough, but he still woke her up.

Qian Yiman buried herself deeply in the man's chest, smelling his unique scent, and said softly, "Well... I won't sleep anymore. I still have to take the children to see their parents at noon..."

Her voice reveals a special kind of softness, like a stream flowing slowly into people's hearts, warming their hearts.

Yan Zhengting helped her push the strands of hair that were stuck to her cheeks behind her ears, and said softly, "I'll pick you up in the evening, so you don't have to catch the bus."

"No, no, you get off work so late recently, and it's too tiring to run back and forth, and we..."

Before she could finish the rest of her words, she was interrupted by Yan Zhengting, "Be obedient."

His tone did not allow for rejection. Qian Yiman hesitated and said, "But you..."

"Be good, I know what I'm doing." Yan Zhengting said firmly, focusing on the one who wouldn't listen to advice.

Seeing that he could not persuade her, Qian Yiman had no choice but to accept it and tacitly agreed to it.

……

There were abundant supplies at home, so before leaving, Qian Yiman packed several kinds of food to take back to her strict father and mother.

After Yan's mother finished cooking, she saw that Qian Yiman and the children had not arrived yet, so she put the food back into the pot to keep it warm.

The chicken soup in the casserole was bubbling and the rich aroma of meat was spreading in the kitchen.

Yan's mother took off her apron, wiped the water droplets on her hands, and came to the living room.

The strict father was wearing a pair of reading glasses and sitting on the sofa, reading a newspaper seriously. He looked up when he heard footsteps and asked, "Is it ready?"

"Hmph!" Seeing her old man sitting here so comfortably, Yan's mother couldn't hold back her urge to scold him. "Look at you, you act like a hands-off boss!"

"..."

Yan's father was even more wronged than Dou E. He offered to help before, but was clearly driven out by her.

Before Yan's father could say anything, Yan's mother continued to nag, "Not only did you not come to the kitchen to help, but you also didn't even bother to check at the door to see if Manman and the children had come. You don't care about the things at home at all..."

Strict father: “…”

This makes him feel even more wronged.

In the end, between silence and rebuttal, the strict father decisively chose to keep silent and not make any arguments.

Years of experience have taught him that if he doesn't try to resist, the scolding will last less time.