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

"No return."

Yan Zhengting replied to her simply.

"Eat well, your grandma will come over after the new year." Seeing her daughter looking a little disappointed, Yan Zhengting comforted her again.

There was no way he could let Qian Yiman bump on the road for so long with a big belly.

"Jingqiu, next year we will go back to spend the New Year with my grandparents. The little guy in my belly is not suitable for sitting in a car for too long." Qian Yiman's belly is very big now, and she will give birth in more than two months.

"Well, okay." Yan Jingqiu is not an ignorant child. As long as she reasons with her, everything will be fine.

……

The next morning, it was not bright yet.

Yan Zhengting had already woken up early, driven by his biological clock.

He lowered his head and looked into his arms. Qian Yiman was nestling in his arms quietly and lovingly, sleeping soundly.

Yan Zhengting gently stroked his young wife's smooth black hair and placed a kiss on her forehead.

His kiss came to her red lips, caressing her repeatedly for a while, and then gradually moved away, exploring more areas along her neck...

Deep in love, his breath froze, leaving a red mark on her collarbone.

Qian Yiman moved his body and let out a cry, but there was still no sign of waking up.

Yan Zhengting smiled softly, kissed the bright red strawberry, and gently helped her button up her pajamas.

This cannot go on any longer.

He took a deep breath, got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and washed his face with cold water to calm down.

As a result of being too energetic early in the morning, Yan Zhengting ran two extra laps during his morning jog.

……

After Qian Yiman got up, while brushing his teeth in the bathroom, he saw the small red strawberry on his collarbone in the mirror.

She immediately understood what was going on. No wonder she was in a daze in the morning, always feeling like someone was doing this to her, thinking that the old man was getting more and more boring.

She lifted up the collar of her clothes, and after washing, she went back to the bedroom and changed out of her pajamas.

Qian Yiman sat at the dining table, drinking millet porridge leisurely.

Yan Jingqiu walked in from outside the door and smiled at her, "Aunt Qian, you're up."

"Jingqiu? Why did you come back from outside so early in the morning?" Qian Yiman swallowed a mouthful of porridge and asked in surprise.

"I'm used to getting up early at school. It happened to be a nice day outside, so I took all the quilts out to dry them in the sun. Can I take your quilts out to dry them too?"

"No, no, the winter quilt is so thick that it's hard to hold. Let your dad dry it some other time." Qian Yiman shook his hand and said.

She is now several months old and heavy. Yan Zhengting doesn't let her do any work. She waits for him to come back from get off work to do it.

"It's okay, Aunt Qian. I've grown up and can help share the work at home." Yan Jingqiu felt a little sad when she saw her father cooking, washing dishes, and doing laundry every day when he came back from get off work.

"Okay, then be careful when you hold her." After hearing what she said, Qian Yiman didn't stop her.

Because it is rare for Yan Jingqiu to express her inner thoughts so bravely, and Qian Yiman does not want to dampen her enthusiasm.

"Okay, don't worry." After Yan Jingqiu said that, with a smile on her face, she went to Qian Yiman's bedroom to hug the quilt.

She walked to the yard, hung the quilt on the rope, spread it out, and patted it a few times with her hands.

Looking at the quilt exuding warmth in the sun, she smiled with satisfaction.

Then, Yan Jingqiu stood in front of the stone slab again and began to wash the clothes she had changed out of last night.

When she finished washing and hung the last piece of clothing on the rope, a woman happened to pass by outside the courtyard gate.

Seeing Yan Jingqiu working, she felt that she had discovered some big news, and various imaginations began to come to her mind.

This woman is usually a talkative woman who likes to talk about the family's shortcomings in the east and west in the courtyard.

She deliberately raised her voice and shouted outside, "Hey, isn't this girl Jingqiu? It's winter, why did you wash so many clothes so early in the morning?"

Yan Jingqiu glanced at her, did not respond, and continued to hang up the clothes on her hands.

"Why don't you speak? Don't you dare to say it? Did your stepmother ask you to wash it? Don't worry, if you speak up boldly, aunt will definitely help you." The talkative woman outside the yard was minding her own business. Keep talking there.

Yan Jingqiu didn't know how to quarrel with others. After drying her clothes, she was ready to go into the house, but the words that followed became increasingly unpleasant, which made her stop.

"What a sin. There is no stepmother in this world who doesn't have a bad heart. How long ago did she start to rub you in the face? She wouldn't feel bad if her own child was abused.

When she gives birth to her own child, how can you still have a foothold? How will you live in the future? How pitiful..."

The talkative woman outside the courtyard gate became louder and louder, attracting several passers-by to stop. Gossip is always attractive.

Qian Yiman heard the noise outside in the living room and wanted to see what was going on outside. He stood up, held his waist and walked out slowly.

She stood at the door inside, leaning against the door quietly and watching for a while.

After seeing clearly what was going on, she was just about to start a fight when someone she didn't expect spoke up to defend her.

"Don't your daughter wash clothes? Are you a stepmother too?"