The young lady who studied abroad* is a widowed and charming little mother
Xu Shiwen, the daughter of the Xu family, returned from studying abroad. What greeted her was not her father on the sickbed, but a woman whose slender figure could not be concealed.
She is her nominal mother, her father's last bride, Liu Ying.
"Shi Wen is back?" There was a hint of Wu Nong's soft words in the woman's voice, and she pretended to twist a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, "I just left the day before yesterday. From now on... We, mother and daughter, will be the only ones left in the Xu family, dependent on each other."
Xu Shiwen sat on the sofa and looked at the woman in front of her coldly.
Wearing a shiny old cheongsam that outlines her beautiful curves, she is a cowardly, feudal woman from a declining family. She was sold to the Shen family by her family for a wedding, and she quickly became a widow. She was unwilling to be just a vase decoration.
"The Xu family never raises people with impure thoughts. By keeping your identity peacefully, we may be able to give you a place to stay. What do you think, little mom?"
Liu Ying squeezed the beads tightly, lowered her eyes, and said respectfully: "Young lady taught you a lesson, I don't need to."
Only later, Xu Shiwen discovered that a woman's submissiveness was feudalism engraved in her bones, and her shrewdness was used to survive carefully in the Shen family.
She really regarded herself as an elder and wanted to take care of Xu Shiwen's daily life. She used her set of ancient rules to advise Xu Shiwen to "be reserved as a woman" and "choose a son-in-law to marry as soon as possible."
Until Xu Shiwen drank wine, the smell of alcohol mixed with suppressed desire, and forced the young mother to the corner of the ancestral hall where her father's tablet was enshrined.
Her breath was hot and she kissed her.
"Shiwen! I am your mother, you can't... This is going to be struck by lightning!"
"Oh, mother, what kind of mother do you think I am?"
"Mom, you have recited so many scriptures. Did the Buddha tell you why your body trembles when you think about your stepdaughter?"
"Stop talking... I beg you, don't..."
Liu Ying's voice was broken, she shook her head, her bun was messy, adding to her charm.
"Why bother? Why don't you admit it? Human ethics are always so important? But little mom... I see your heart is happier... Your body is more honest than your mouth."
Intention: Make progress every day.
