The east room of Zhao Jun's home.
Wang Meilan couldn't help but laugh at Zhao Jun's question.
"What are you talking about?" Wang Meilan laughed. "You're my only son, aren't you?"
"If I'm your only son, shouldn't you be living with me?" Zhao Jun was dumbfounded. In those days, parents with a son were expected to live with him. Otherwise, they'd face gossip and judgment from the neighbors.
And yet Wang Meilan, who had only him for a son, was now talking about splitting the family home. What was that all about?
"Son, listen to me," Wang Meilan said to Zhao Jun. "Think about it. When you get married, is it fair to make your wife serve her in-laws and two sisters-in-law?"
"Well..." In his past life, Zhao Jun had lived separately from his parents after getting married, so he'd never had to witness any conflicts between mother and daughter-in-law or among sisters-in-law in his own home.
