Yan Zhenyue was heartbroken.

However, I didn't think much of it, assuming that since they had only spent a short time together, it was normal for them to be a little awkward at first.

We can build a relationship by spending more time together in the future.

At this moment, Yan Zhenyue failed to recognize the fact that Yan Xiao had treated him as an unrelated person from beginning to end.

After the car entered the military compound, it stopped in front of a small building.

Although Wen Qinghe understood from Yan Zhenyue's words that he must be an outstanding soldier.

Unexpectedly, this handsome uncle seemed to hold a high position; the sentries at the gate all called him "Commander".

Wen Qinghe wondered if she had been too disrespectful to the leader.

Before she could think any further, Yan Xiao had already gently led her out of the car.

Before entering the master bedroom on the second floor, Yan Zhenyue stopped and explained to Yan Xiao and Wen Qinghe:

“Yingru has been bedridden since her last surgery a month ago, and she is sometimes asleep and sometimes awake. To avoid her getting too excited, I’ll tell her first and you can come in later.”

Yan Xiao nodded slightly.

Wen Qinghe said softly, "Okay."

While waiting outside the door, Yan Xiao's fingertips trembled involuntarily, and his palms were already sweaty.

When the door was opened again, Yan Zhenyue, with red eyes, gestured for them to go inside.

Yan Xiao's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his heart pounded wildly like a startled deer.

When he actually saw the woman on the bed, so thin she looked unrecognizable, a sudden, intense pain rose in his heart and then spread throughout his entire body.

Her fingernails dug deep into her palms, trying to numb the pain in her hands to overshadow the agony in her heart.

“Xiao’er…”

The woman was clearly more agitated than he was; her eyes were filled with tears, she looked at him with fervent eyes, and her fingers reached out towards him with difficulty.

Upon hearing the word "Xiao'er," Yan Xiaoqiang's composure crumbled, and his eyes reddened in an instant.

He hurried forward and took the woman's thin, bony hand in his.

Her voice was hoarse: "Mother. You're my mother, aren't you?"

Lin Yingru held Yan Xiao's large hand tightly, and burst into tears.

"Xiao'er...it's all my fault...I'm almost thirty years too late in your life. You've suffered all these years...I'm so sorry..."

Yan Xiao's throat was dry, and it seemed that tender shoots were slowly sprouting in the desolate desert deep in his heart.

"I have never blamed my mother. She is a good person."

“I haven’t suffered much over the years, and the villagers have taken good care of me. Later, I was fortunate enough to meet Qingqing, and I’ve been living a very good and happy life.”

Hearing this, Lin Yingru felt slightly relieved, but the maternal love she had felt for her son for so many years had nowhere to go. Unable to express her emotions, she could only hold her son's hand tightly and not let go.

Yan Zhenyue, standing to the side, sighed slightly. This child is a good one; he only reports good news and not bad.

The letter from the captain of the Red Star Brigade said that the child had been self-reliant on the mountain since he was seven or eight years old, and had escaped death from the jaws of wild beasts on several occasions.

The kid, who grew up eating food from many families and later became self-reliant, now casually mentions that he's never suffered, but this makes the bitterness in his heart surge uncontrollably.

"Qingqing, is she my daughter-in-law?"

A light shone in the woman's eyes. Yan Xiao slowly smiled and turned to take the little girl's hand behind him.

His voice carried a hint of boasting to his parents: "This is my wife, Wen Qinghe."

When Wen Qinghe and her son reunited just now, she couldn't control her emotions and her tears welled up.

She sniffed, her voice heavy with nasal congestion, but sweet: "Hello, Mom, I'm Wen Qinghe."

The fair-skinned and slender girl wore a warm yellow chunky knit sweater cardigan on top and beige casual pants on the bottom.

With her beautiful features, bright eyes and white teeth, and pure and delicate features, she is clearly a girl raised in a well-mannered family.

Lin Yingru herself was a soldier who had spent many years working among men, surrounded by rough and tough guys.

Before, when she married Yan Zhenyue, she had thought about having a sweet and soft little daughter.

But it turned out to be a boy. Although she was disappointed, both boys and girls were her children.

Seeing this sweet and well-behaved little girl calling out "Mommy" in her clear voice, she fell in love with her almost at first sight.

Heaven was kind to her; in the end, it fulfilled her long-cherished wish and bestowed upon her a gentle and kind daughter-in-law.

She replied happily, "Oh, good child... Xiao'er is a lucky one."

With her long-held worries resolved, Lin Yingru got out of bed for the first time ever.

This was the first time she had gotten out of bed in more than a month.

Yan Zhenyue was very excited. He carefully helped his wife walk a few steps, and then, fearing that she might not be able to support herself, he quickly helped her lie down to rest.

Having finally resolved the knot in her heart that had been there for so many years, Lin Yingru's emotions gradually shifted from excitement to ease and peace.

Having exhausted herself to the point of exhaustion, and knowing that her son was right beside her, she smiled serenely and fell into a deep sleep.

After Yan Zhenyue tucked the blanket around his wife, he quietly came out.

He then said to Wen Qinghe and Yan Xiao on the sofa, "Qinghe and Xiao'er, why don't you stay for dinner tonight? Your mother was very happy to see you today. With you here tonight, she might eat a little more."

Then she remembered what Yan Xiao had said on the way, "If my in-laws mind, how about I send someone to pick him up?"

Yan Xiao was speechless for a moment, a rare occurrence: "What excuse did you use to pick up someone who suddenly came back to life?"

Yan Zhenyue felt a lump in his throat.

That's what they say, but why is this son so hurtful?

This son I just reunited with is still warm.

It's not like the greenhorns under his command now, who can be beaten and scolded at will.

Perhaps things will get better with time and the feelings will develop. He comforted himself.

"Don't treat your father-in-law the way you treat others. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. Go and learn about the etiquette of other families when meeting their in-laws before bringing up the matter of meeting."

Yan Zhenyue then realized that he had been too hasty and quickly said to Wen Qinghe, "Qinghe, it was my oversight. The first meeting with my in-laws should not have been so rushed."

"Don't worry, I absolutely did not mean to disrespect or disregard you as my in-laws. Today was indeed inappropriate, and I will definitely visit you in person with gifts another day."