Last night, the crabapple first felt the rain; a few light blossoms, delicate as if about to speak. At dawn the beauty rose from her orchid chamber, plucked a branch, and held it before the mirror to compare with her rouge.
"Why are you up so early?"
Early in the morning, Yang Zhengshan lifted the bed curtains and asked softly.
Yu Qingyi sat before the dressing mirror, combing her waterfall of black hair.
"The children still have to come over to pay their respects. We need to get ready first!" A faint blush still lingered on Yu Qingyi's face. Perhaps because she had just tasted cloud and rain for the first time, there was a little more allure between her brows and eyes.
Yang Zhengshan got out of bed in his inner clothes. Seeing her like this, he could not help feeling his appetite stir.
"Just let them wait!"
Strictly speaking, today they should have served tea to his parents, but Yang Zhengshan no longer had parents, so naturally there was no need to serve tea to them. They only needed to pay respects before the memorial tablet.
It was Yang Mingcheng and these ready-made sons and daughters who needed to serve tea to them and change how they addressed her.
Yu Qingyi shot him a charming sideways glance. "You're their real Dad, so you can do whatever you want, but I'm a stepmother!"
There was a trace of grievance in her tone.
Being a stepmother was not easy!
And the children were all grown up, which made being this stepmother even harder.
"It's fine. Next year, I'll let you become a real mother!" Yang Zhengshan said without a shred of seriousness.
"Do not speak such nonsense!" Red clouds climbed onto Yu Qingyi's face again.
Yang Zhengshan smiled, walked behind