Stepmother Is Ridiculous

I have a little-known secret: I have lost more than ten pairs of personal clothes since I married into the Liang family as my stepmother. In the middle of the night, there is always an eye secretly watching me through the hole in the window paper. I never told anyone, I just pulled up the brocade quilt, covered my graceful body, and pretended to be asleep. It lasted more than three years once installed. But recently, that bold maniac's deviant behavior has become more and more excessive. He actually drew a spring album picture based on my face and body and put it on the table. I was determined to find out who the maniac was. After all, is he my husband's eldest son who abides by etiquette? Or is it my husband's perverse and sinister legitimate second son?