Her parents-in-law had already gotten up from the sofa, and her mother-in-law came to greet her.

There was a kind smile on his face, "Ayue is back."

Mr. Zhang has a single name of one month.

"Mom, I'm back."

No matter how tired Zhang Yue is, when she returns home and sees her parents-in-law and her son, she feels at ease. As long as everyone is healthy, she feels it's worth it no matter how tired she is.

"Are you hungry? Mom made some soup for you and left a bowl for you. It's still hot. Mom will bring it out for you to drink."

"The company has been very busy lately. Every night when I come back, I see you exhausted and thinner. Mom feels distressed just looking at you. It's Ayao's short life that makes you so tired."

The mother-in-law's eyes turned red again when she mentioned her short-lived only son.

Even if her son has been dead for seven years, her mother-in-law will feel uncomfortable whenever she mentions it.

Zhang Yue also became a mother, and she was also an only child.

Normally, her son would have a cold or a fever. As a mother, she was anxious and uncomfortable, wishing she could take care of her son's illness.

She couldn't even imagine that she would go crazy if she lost her only son just after she entered old age.

Therefore, she can understand how her parents-in-law feel.

"Well, then I'll have a bowl of soup."

Zhang Yue wasn't hungry. She had just returned from socializing, but she didn't want to betray her mother-in-law's kindness.

It was just a bowl of soup, but she could still drink it.

Zhang Yue greeted her father-in-law again and handed the bag to the servant, who helped her put the bag away.

The son sat on her lap, and Zhang Yue hugged her son contentedly.

"Dad, Mom, you don't have to wait for me from now on. Go to bed early. Son, you too, go to bed early. You don't have to wait for mom."

"I have to wait until my mother comes back before I sleep. My mother is not at home during the day. If I don't wait for my mother to come back, I won't be able to see my mother."

The son doesn't follow the rules.

Zhang Yue said sadly: "It's my mother who is sorry for you. She is busy with things in the company and doesn't have time to accompany you."

As long as she has someone to rely on, she won't have to be so tired.

Only she knows how bitter it is for a widow to raise a son and then support her husband's family. JrNovels.com