Lin Wanwan transmigrated into a book.
She became a cannon fodder character who was meant to be strangled to death at birth, with her identity replaced by an illegitimate daughter.
Her f...
Soon, the old scholar noticed the beggar's appearance.
The beggar's face was filthy, and he was so thin from years of hunger that his bones were protruding.
But those frightened eyes, that blackened nose, and that face shape were almost a one-to-one replica of the old master's.
"Waaah..."
"Get away..."
Seeing this, the old scholar grabbed his right hand with trembling hands and pulled up the dirty, damp sleeve.
A clear red mark appeared in his eye.
The old master's hands were trembling so badly they couldn't tremble any more.
Lin Wanwan pointed at the old master curiously, "Brother, is the old master's hand about to pee?"
"Hey, his hands are shaking like Third Brother's when he peees!"
Lin Rui'an glared at Lin Chang'an beside him, "Sister, a person's hands cannot... urinate. The teacher was shaking because he was excited."
Lin Rui'an's face flushed as he spoke.
Why?
"may be……"
"My son, my son, how did you become like this?"
"I've been searching for you for over ten years, and I never imagined you'd be right under my nose."
The old master couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears, hugging the beggar and wailing, hitting him as he spoke.
The beggar was stunned by the old scholar's sudden action and stood there dumbfounded.
Lin Wanwan: ? ? ?
Has the beggar really turned into a son?
I heard crying at the door.
Marquis Zhenbei hurriedly ran out of the door with Lin Shixuan.
When they saw the old master holding a beggar and weeping bitterly, both of them were stunned.
Marquis Zhenbei said, "Didn't you say he was coming to the Marquis's residence?"
Lin Shixuan was so excited that he forgot about the beggar.
Looking back now, I realize that I misunderstood the meaning of the Master's words.
"Father, I thought the old master was visiting the Marquis's residence."
"I thought they called me a beggar so I could find my way."
"this……"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, the beggar trembled with fear, shrinking back into a corner and pleading for mercy.
"No, don't hit me, I won't make this place dirty."
"Waaaaah..."
"No, get away! All of you get away! You're all in cahoots!"
After the beggar finished speaking, he suddenly shoved the old scholar away.