The old lady sat on the bed, staring blankly at her eldest son and daughter-in-law, saying nothing, her eyes radiating a sorrow that was difficult to conceal. Since childhood, she had doted on her eldest, treating him exceptionally well. Even when it came to finding a daughter-in-law, she chose a girl from a relative's family. Mrs. Yu was welcomed into the family with open arms by the old lady, who showed her particular kindness, sparing the eldest the difficulty of being caught between his wife and mother.
When Jingming, the eldest's child, was born, the old lady was beyond delighted, constantly holding him, afraid that the child would suffer the slightest grievance. But who could have expected that this child, whom she had held so dear from a young age, would turn out so worthless?
