"Of course, of course!! It is a bad thing!! This is a once-in-a-millennium gu raising genius. If Old Man Yan from the Miao Village finds out, he will definitely fight with me for her…" Lin Huan realized he had said something wrong and swiftly changed the subject, "Wanwan, it's too late today. I will take you to meet someone tomorrow."
It was already 10 PM when they arrived at the Lin Family's place.
It was already early morning.
I was actually very sleepy, and nodded at Lin Huan, "Once Xiao Honghong finishes eating, I will go back to sleep at my mom's. Hey, grandpa, when you were talking with Qing Li, did she tell you who Xintang's father is?"
After all, the woman upstairs is a madwoman, allegedly incapable of leaving the attic.
If we could find Xintang's birth father,
As he asked this, Lin Huan seemed to have seen someone. He suddenly stood up, sternly saying, "How come you are here?"
"Old man, you just find me annoying, don't want to see me, and get as tense as seeing an enemy whenever you see me.".
A hoarse sobbing sound reached my ears, and as I looked up, I saw an old lady with a hunched back and white hair. Her long, compliant hair covered her face, making it unclear, as she sadly wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, "Wuu wuu wuu... You... you horrible old man, to think you would kill your own son over two unprofitable good-for-nothings. How could I have been so blind to marry such a man..."
I was somewhat at a loss and touched my nose. Could this old woman possibly be my grandmother??
So was she referring to me and my mother as the two unprofitable good-for-nothings?
"Don't cry anymore, sobbing and wailing at your age, what kind of dignity is that?"
Lin Huan was frantically pacing, using his own hand to wipe the old woman's tears.
The old woman angrily slapped Lin Huan's hand away, "Don't touch my face with your dirty hands. If you want me to stop crying, release my son."
I noticed Lin Huan's hands were indeed quite dirty, so I took out a clean handkerchief I carried with me and handed it to Lin Huan.
Lin Huan gave me a grateful look as he took my handkerchief to wipe the old woman's tears, "Lin Gang has done too many wrong things; it's not that I can't allow him, but it's that the Heavenly Dao can't allow him."
"I don't want that vile girl's handkerchief; it's filthy, who knows if it carries diseases." The old woman snatched the handkerchief from Lin Huan's hand, threw it on the ground, and fiercely stomped on it several times, "We should have thrown Lin Xiangnan and Lin Xiangyue into the river like before and drowned them; we wouldn't be having these troubles now."
The once white handkerchief, embroidered with a floral pattern, now bore several ugly gray footprints.
Lin Huan's expression darkened considerably, as though a storm was approaching.
Zhang Che walked over calmly, picked up the fallen handkerchief,
folded it neatly and put it in his sleeve, then offered a pack of tissues to the old woman, "Madam, what era are we in that you still discriminate between genders?"
"You… you… acting all high and mighty because you're from the Zhang Family, now schooling your elders." The old woman's eyes widened, her long hair that covered most of her face slid beside her ears, revealing an extraordinarily beautiful but anguished face, tears adorning her visage like glistening dewdrops on a summer lotus, "Has Lin Xiangnan only returned a few days ago and started currying favor with her burdensome daughter?"
This old woman's face had been preserved using a special method.
Although her hair was completely white, her features remained as comely as a young girl's.
Filled with collagen and without a single wrinkle.
Zhang Che's expression remained utterly unflustered, "Madam speaks true; whatever Xiangnan cares about, I care about. From now on, I will protect Su Wan; I would ask that Madam refrain from disrespecting her."