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

Once again being urged to get married by her grandmother, Yan Jingqiu felt helpless, but she could only sit beside her and listen to her nagging.

"Jingle Bell....."

Fortunately, the phone rang suddenly at this time and rescued her in time.

While Yan's mother was talking on the phone, Qian Yiman winked at Yan Jingqiu, then stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Having just sat here listening to grandma's chatter for so long, now was a good opportunity to get away. Yan Jingqiu certainly would not miss it. She immediately stood up from the sofa and followed.

The two climbed up to the second floor one after the other, and Qian Yiman took her directly to her bedroom.

He pointed to the chair in front of the desk and motioned for her to sit down, then pulled a chair from the side and sat over.

The two sat face to face. Qian Yiman stared at Yan Jingqiu for two seconds with a half-smile, then asked tentatively, "Jingqiu, tell me the truth, what happened between you and the boy you met in the mall last time?"

In fact, she wanted to ask last time, but then she forgot about it and never found the chance.

Yan Jingqiu didn't expect that she would suddenly ask him this question, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer. He lowered his head and dared not look her in the eye, his expression showing a bit of nervousness.

Qian Yiman was not in a hurry, knowing that she was shy and easily embarrassed, so she just waited for her quietly.

After a moment's silence, Yan Jingqiu finally spoke hesitantly: "I, I, we are classmates..."

"..."

I didn't expect that after holding it in for such a long time, I would utter such a sentence. Qian Yiman was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Maybe it was because of her big eyes and good vision that she immediately noticed something was wrong with the girl. A blush crept up Yan Jingqiu's ears...

Qian Yiman understood what was happening when she saw this.

It's impossible to say that there's nothing going on when this girl looks like she's just beginning to fall in love.

She became more and more certain that the relationship between them was definitely more than just a simple classmate relationship. Even if they were not dating each other, it was inevitable that they had some affection for each other.

"Are you really just classmates?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Qian Yiman's tone, but the smile on her face clearly showed that she didn't believe it.

Yan Jingqiu naturally felt guilty about this issue.

However, she and Qian Yiman have had a very good relationship over the years, and she would often share her little secrets and inner thoughts with Qian Yiman.

Over time, the two not only have the relationship of stepmother and stepdaughter, but also seem like close best friends.

After struggling for a long time, Yan Jingqiu finally thought it through. She didn't want to hide it from the person in front of her who cared about her so much.

The next second, she mustered up all her courage and quietly admitted, "He, Zhuo Yue is my classmate."

Having said that, I feel a little embarrassed to continue.

"Yeah." Qian Yiman could naturally see what she was thinking, nodded, and continued to ask: "Then what?"

"He, he is pursuing me, he said, he said he wanted to date me..." Yan Jingqiu's voice became softer and softer, until it was as quiet as a mosquito, but Qian Yiman, with her sharp ears, still heard it clearly.

Qian Yiman breathed a sigh of relief.

Wow, after chatting for so long, we finally got to the point!

However, it turned out that, just as she expected, the two young people had a liking for each other.

The next second, Qian Yiman asked an irrelevant question, "Your classmate's name is Zhuoyue, right?"

"Uh...ah, yes."

Yan Jingqiu was stunned, as if she didn't expect Qian Yiman to react like this. She thought she would ask something else.

"It's a nice name. The surname Zhuo is not bad either. If you really get married, it will be easy to name your child..." Qian Yiman muttered to herself, unknowingly going off topic.

Perhaps, these words were nothing to Qian Yiman. But after Yan Jingqiu heard them, her cheeks and ears, which were only slightly red just now, became even redder, almost bleeding.

After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Aunt Qian, you, don't talk nonsense..."

"Um, sorry, I think I thought about it a little too early." After being reminded like this, Qian Yiman also pulled himself out of his wild thoughts, touched his nose and smiled awkwardly: "Well, just pretend you didn't hear it..."

Yan Jingqiu: "..."

But what should I do if I have already heard it and heard it very clearly?

Next, Qian Yiman asked a question that many parents would ask, "Jingqiu, what do you think of Zhuoyue's character?"

"Also, what does his family do?"

Qian Yiman knew very well that Jingqiu was a simple and kind girl, but she was still a little worried that she would meet a sweet-talking scumbag, so it was better to ask more clearly.