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

Since today was the last working day before the New Year, when Yan Zhengting finished the work at hand, he glanced at the time on his watch and saw that the hands had reached six o'clock.

Thinking that someone was waiting for him at home, he frowned and stood up from his office chair. He picked up the coat hanging beside him and put it on, then closed the office door and strode away.

Qian Yiman prepared dinner at home and set the table. She waited for a long time but Yan Zhengting did not come home, so she took the food on the table and put it back into the pot to warm it up.

Knowing that he was busy with work recently, she didn't show any impatience even after waiting for a long time, nor did she call to urge him. She just leaned quietly on the sofa, waiting for the man of the house to return.

Yan Zhengting walked quickly and soon reached the outside of his yard.

He stood outside the courtyard gate, his brows slightly furrowed.

Something strange...

Normally, when he gets home from get off work at this time, the house is brightly lit, but today it looks so dark...

Yan Zhengting suppressed his doubts and walked into the yard. He discovered that the room was not completely dark, but seemed to be faintly illuminated by a dim light.

He took out the key and opened the door. After entering the house, he found the source of the dim light in the house - candles.

However, he didn't have time to care about the light coming from the dining room at the moment.

Qian Yiman had been waiting for him at home for too long and was so bored that she fell asleep on the sofa without knowing when. She curled up there and slept soundly, almost drooling.

As soon as Yan Zhengting entered the room, he saw a person sleeping on the sofa, and a soft feeling spread deep in his heart.

He came to Qian Yiman, squatted down, and used his fingertips to describe her eyebrows and facial features bit by bit.

If Qian Yiman opened her eyes at this moment, she would be able to see that there was a strong and unremovable doting and affection in the depths of this man's eyes...

In her sleep, Qian Yiman felt an itch on her face and subconsciously waved Yan Zhengting's hand away without even opening her eyes.

It was rare to see her like this. Faced with this scene, Yan Zhengting laughed softly.

Perhaps she felt someone's burning gaze on her, Qian Yiman slowly opened her sleepy eyes and blinked, with a somewhat confused look in her eyes...

"Hmm..." After a moment, Qian Yiman's brain gradually became clear, and she tried to sit up from the sofa with her arms, "You're back. You came back so late today. Are you hungry?"

"It's the last day of work before the New Year, so there's bound to be more to do." Yan Zhengting helped her sit up and ruffled her soft hair, his tone filled with both helplessness and affection, "You don't even know to cover yourself with a blanket when you sleep, what if you get cold..."

Qian Yiman hugged her man's arm and replied softly: "I didn't want to sleep just now, I just waited for you for a long time, and then I accidentally fell asleep..."

The light in the house was dim, so Yan Zhengting simply picked her up and put her on his lap, staring at her face and asked, "What's wrong today? Why don't you turn on the lights at home? Huh?"

"Well... a secret, I'll tell you later~~" After saying that, Qian Yiman gave his man a big kiss on the face, and did not forget to urge him, "Go wash your hands quickly, dinner will be served soon."

Seeing her mysterious attitude, Yan Zhengting raised his eyebrows. Although he was curious, he did not continue to ask. He just followed her wishes and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

When he dried his hands and came out of the bathroom, walking towards the dining table, his face was obviously stunned, and his steps also stopped...