"What do you mean she found you? Look at you, do you think she would like you? She must have found me." The youngest son also stared at the back of the figure.

"Bullshit, I'm not even married yet. If it's your turn, it's definitely mine."

"That depends on who she likes." The youngest son stood up from his chair and darted into the kitchen. "Sister, it's my first time at my house, and I'm sorry to make you do all the work. Let me help you pick the vegetables."

The eldest son was a step behind and was so angry that he pounded his chest and stamped his feet. But then he thought, although the woman was somewhat attractive, she was a bit old. His father was a manager now, and he could find any young woman he wanted in the future. So he decided to give this middle-aged woman to his younger brother.

The eldest son snorted, went back to his room to get dressed, and then went downstairs to the internet cafe.

When the younger son saw his elder brother leave, he was overjoyed and kept moving closer to Xingping's wife, inadvertently touching places he shouldn't have.

Xingping's wife blushed, but she didn't try to hide it. She saw that Song Shiyu's youngest son was only in his thirties, young and strong, unlike Song Shiyu, that big fat pig. This also proved that she was charming.

Seeing that Xingping's wife didn't react much, the younger son took advantage of her washing vegetables to rub against her from behind, arousing her desire.

Xingping's wife, fearing that Song Shiyu or Song's eldest son would see her, quickly pushed her youngest son away.

"What's wrong, sister?" the younger son asked with a mischievous grin.

Xingping's wife glared at him and said, "We don't need your help here. Go inside."

Although the younger son was extremely eager to meet her, it was their first time meeting, so he couldn't go too far and had to go back to his room.

At dinner time, Song Shiyu returned and saw Xingping's wife busy in the kitchen. She felt a surge of admiration; she was much more pleasing to the eye than that old woman, Li Fenglan.

He went into the kitchen, patted Xingping's wife's bottom, and pinched it a few times, asking, "Did you miss me?"

After looking at the young man, Xingping's wife felt a little nauseous when she looked at Song Shiyu. But the young man wasn't as capable as the old man. If only she could have both. She sighed inwardly but smiled and said, "Don't be silly, the children are still here."

"I'll deal with you later!" Song Shiyu teased her for a while before going inside to change her clothes.

The youngest son wanted to ask Song Shiyu if she was the wife she had found for him after she came back from the room. When he came out of the room and saw the two of them being affectionate, he quickly went back into the room and stared at the ceiling.

That wasn't a woman they found for him; it was a woman his father found himself. How could his father do that? He's still a bachelor! One woman isn't enough for him; he has to find another. He doesn't even have one...

When they were having dinner, the eldest son came back. He saw his father and the woman exchanging ambiguous glances and pulling at each other. He looked at his distraught younger brother and felt a little smug. Luckily, he didn't go over, or it would have been too awkward.

Song Shiyu was in a good mood today. She poured a glass of red wine that Xingping's wife had bought for each of her two sons. "This is my new girlfriend. She'll be your stepmother from now on. You can just call her Auntie."

The eldest son smiled and called out "Auntie"

The youngest son was very unwilling and made a sound in his throat.

Xingping's wife felt a little embarrassed. She wasn't much older than them, and calling her "aunt" made her sound old. She still preferred to call her "sister." She only dared to think it, but didn't dare to say it. She smiled and nodded.

None of the father and sons mentioned Fenglan, as if she had never existed.

Song Shiyu even drank a toast with Xingping's wife, and then couldn't wait to carry the beauty back to the house.

The two grown sons were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Sounds soon came from inside the house.

The eldest son patted his younger brother on the shoulder and went downstairs by himself; it was too exciting, he couldn't take it.

The youngest son finished the rest of the red wine, glanced at the closed door, went back to his room, and buried his head under the covers.