After a busy day, I returned to my aunt’s house. Uncle Shane Yu was still there, smiling happily at me when he saw me.

I smiled back and went to my aunt to see if I needed any help. My aunt had already prepared a sumptuous meal, laid out on the table.

Then, I noticed my uncle and Uncle Shane Yu were happily drinking and chatting, the atmosphere harmonious.

A while later, when I went back into the room, I found my uncle and Uncle Shane Yu completely drunk. My uncle was vomiting, and my aunt was busy taking care of him.

My aunt turned to me and said, “Sharon, could you help Uncle Shane Yu to the next bed for the night?”

I went to Uncle Shane Yu’s side and gently patted his shoulder, trying to wake him. “Uncle, can you stand up?” However, I found I couldn’t lift his heavy body at all.

Uncle Shane Yu slowly opened his eyes, looking at me with a dazed expression. Suddenly, he reached out and pinched my cheek, a smile appearing on his lips. “So cute!”

I looked helplessly at the drunk man before me and sighed inwardly. I continued, “Uncle, can you stand up? Let me help you to the next bed for the night.”

Uncle Shane Yu seemed to understand me. He struggled to stand up, but his body was still unsteady. I held him tightly, afraid he would fall. We laboriously made our way to the next room and finally settled him into the bed.

He lay there, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy. I carefully helped him take off his shoes to make him more comfortable.

Just then, Uncle Shane Yu murmured a single word: “Water…”
I quickly turned around, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him.

“Feed me some~”
I searched around for a straw, but couldn’t find one. In desperation, I held the bottle tightly, gently bringing the opening to his lips and slowly tilting the bottle, trying to get him to drink some water.

Just then, he suddenly rolled over, spilling the water that should have been in his mouth all over him. This unexpected turn of events instantly sobered him up.

Uncle Shane Yu opened his eyes, staring straight at me, his eyes burning with fury, as if he wanted to devour me.

Faced with such a fierce gaze, I couldn’t help but feel fear. I quickly lowered my head and apologized, “I’m so sorry, Uncle! You said you were thirsty, so I was going to give you some water. But who knew you would suddenly roll over and spill all the water on you. I’m so sorry!”

He abruptly sat up in bed, looking down at his soaked clothes, his brow furrowed, lost in thought.

After a while, a chilling smirk appeared on his lips. “Little girl, how am I supposed to sleep now?”

“I’ll go find you some of your brother’s clothes, change first,” I said, getting up to look for some clothes.

“No need,” he waved his hand, refusing. Then, he quickly pulled out his phone, dialed Assistant Liu’s number, and succinctly requested that a brand-new set of clothes be sent over that evening.

After hanging up the phone, he looked up at me with a probing gaze and asked softly, “Can you make tea?”

“Yes!”

“Go make me a pot of tea!”

I was so sleepy my eyelids were drooping, but I ran off to make my uncle a pot of tea.

When I returned to my bedroom, I saw that Uncle Shane Yu had taken off his wet clothes. He was shirtless, in his thirties, but still in good shape, with a defined eight-pack. It was the first time I’d ever seen a man naked, and I was a little uncomfortable.

My face flushed slightly.

I handed him a teacup, reminding him, “It’s a little hot.”

“Uncle, it’s nothing, I’m going to sleep now. You should get some rest too!” I said, getting up to leave.

Uncle Shane Yu’s gaze was like an eagle eyeing its prey, fixed on me, but he didn’t say a word.

At the time, I was too young to understand what his gaze meant; only when I grew up did I realize that it was desire.

My brother’s wedding was a lively affair, bustling with people and filled with laughter. Standing in the crowd, my gaze was involuntarily drawn to a table in the distance. There sat my uncle’s three wives, each exuding a unique charm.

The first wife was a refined lady, gentle and graceful; the second wife was glamorous and alluring, with captivating beauty; and the third wife was pure and lovely, refreshingly elegant. Surprisingly, they could all sit peacefully at the same table, without a single argument or conflict.

Meanwhile, my uncle sat alone in a corner, his expression somber, silently smoking. His gaze frequently drifted into the distance, as if deep in thought.

Meanwhile, the second wife’s five-year-old son played around the wedding venue, occasionally letting out joyful laughter. However, the second wife seemed oblivious, preoccupied with meticulously applying her makeup in front of the mirror.

Uncle Shane Yu frowned, watching his wife apply her makeup with displeasure, his eyes flashing with anger and disgust. He finally couldn’t hold back any longer and growled in a low voice, “Stop freaking fuss and go control your naughty son!” Hearing this, the second wife immediately stopped what she was doing, obediently stood up, quickly went to the child, and hugged him tightly. She coaxed her son gently, trying to calm him down.

Watching what was happening, a feeling of pity welled up inside me. A woman having to completely obey a man’s orders—this unequal relationship was truly heartbreaking.

I thought Uncle Shane Yu would be a gentle person; on the contrary, he was probably quite short-tempered and frightening.

The way he looked at the second wife just now was terrifying, as if she would be beaten at any moment if she disobeyed. That look in his eyes was exactly like Uncle Liu next door; he often beat his wife when he was drunk or unhappy—exactly the same look Uncle Shane Yu had just given me.

My image of a handsome and gentle uncle was completely shattered.