Lin's mother had prepared the meal and was about to call Lin Piaoxue to eat when she swallowed her words. She looked thoughtfully at the room Lin Piaoxue and Lin Qinghuan had prepared, and finally went to their room. She walked to Lin Piaoxue's bedside and shook her awake.

Lin Piaoxue opened her eyes groggily, feeling slightly annoyed. She couldn't even sleep in.

Lin Piaoxue yawned lazily and asked, "Mom, why are you waking me up so early?"

Lin's mother affectionately patted Lin Piaoxue's head and said softly, "It's still early, the sun's already high in the sky, time to get up and eat."

"Mom, I don't want to eat right now. Please save some food for me. I'll sleep for a while and then eat," Lin Piaoxue said coquettishly.

Seeing that Lin Piaoxue's eyes were barely open, Lin's mother said with heartache, "Alright, you can sleep a little longer. I'll save some food for you to eat when you wake up."

After listening to her mother's words, Lin Piaoxue went back to sleep.

Lin's mother glanced at Lin Qinghuan and saw her lying weakly on the bed. She felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to get closer to Lin Qinghuan, but after taking a step, she pulled her foot back, gave Lin Qinghuan a gloomy look, and turned to leave the room.

When Lin's mother returned to the kitchen, Lin's father looked at her with a puzzled expression and asked, "Where are Piaoxue and Qinghuan? Why haven't they come to eat?"

“They are all sleeping,” Lin’s mother said.

Lin's father asked again, "Qinghuan isn't feeling well. Did you ask her if she's feeling any better?"

Lin's mother retorted, "You care about her so much, don't you have anything to say to her?"

Mr. Lin was very dissatisfied with Mrs. Lin's attitude. He slammed his chopsticks down, glared at her, and yelled, "Did you eat a bullet? Why are you so angry?"

Lin's mother rolled her eyes at Lin's father. He was the one who had been shot, but she didn't dare say it, fearing that he would become angry and ashamed.

Village Chief's House

The village chief stood in the courtyard, looking at the gloomy sky, his face growing serious. He mustn't let it rain anymore, or the crops in the fields would be ruined.

The village chief's wife walked up to him and saw the worry on his face, knowing that he was concerned about another downpour.

But if it's going to rain, it's going to rain; if a mother wants to remarry, there's no way to stop it.

“You’ve done what you were supposed to do. The rest is up to fate,” the village chief’s wife said.

Humans can't fight against fate; whether it's a blessing or a curse, we can only leave it to destiny.

Recalling what happened to Lin Chengwu's family, the village chief sighed, "Last night, everyone in the village was asleep. If Lin Qinghuan hadn't braved the rain to remind me to be careful about flooding, the village might not have been so peaceful today."

"That girl is a good child, but she's unlucky to have parents like Lin Lao Er," the village chief's wife sighed.

The village chief gave a meaningful smile. "It's too early to talk about this now. The future is long, and who knows who will have the last laugh?"

The village chief's wife raised an eyebrow and asked, "You seem to think highly of Lin Qinghuan?"

"If I wish everyone well, will they actually be well? Wouldn't I be a god then? But I think Lin Qinghuan will definitely have a good future."

The village chief smiled as he finished speaking. "Life is something you make yourself. Lin Qinghuan is a girl with a strong will. She can maintain a pure and kind heart even in the face of unfair treatment and contempt. Now she has the Wei family as her support. Her future is promising!"

"Between the two sisters, Lin Qinghuan and Lin Piaoxue, which one will have a better life in the future?" the village chief's wife asked curiously.

"Who do you think will be better off?" the village chief asked rhetorically.

"Of course it's Lin Piaoxue," the village chief's wife said matter-of-factly.

"How do you know?" the village chief asked.

The village chief's wife looked at him as if he were a fool, and said eloquently, "Lin Piaoxue has been smart since she was a child, and she is also pretty. She gets along well with everyone, and everyone in the village likes her. Look at her clothes and temperament, who would think that she is a farmer's child?"

The village chief recalled that Lin Qinghuan wore old clothes all year round, which was a stark contrast to Lin Piaoxue, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Lin Piaoxue's attire does resemble that of a landlord's daughter, but look at the clothing of the other members of the Lin family, especially Lin Qinghuan's clothing and treatment; she lives a life even worse than a maid."

The village chief's wife said, "It's because Lin Qinghuan is unlikable. She always has a long face, as if someone owes her something."

The village chief asked seriously, "Do you think she wants this? She has endless work every day, and she might even be beaten, scolded, and ridiculed. If you were in her situation, could you still be smiling every day?"

"I..." The village chief's wife only managed to utter one word before she could no longer speak. If she were in Lin Qinghuan's situation, she would also be as depressed as Lin Qinghuan, or even worse.

The village chief sighed, “People! They never put themselves in others' shoes. They all like to criticize others at will. They don’t know the pain until the knife cuts their own flesh.”

"The better Lin Piaoxue does, the more it highlights her cold-bloodedness, ruthlessness, and selfishness. Most of us in the countryside are simple-minded and honest people, without so many ulterior motives. That's why Lin Piaoxue can get along so easily in the village. Look at those young men who want to pursue Lin Piaoxue. How many of them are capable, intelligent, and capable men? They can see through Lin Piaoxue's true nature at a glance. They would never want to marry a scheming, cold-blooded, and ruthless girl."

After finishing his speech, the village chief left his house with his hands behind his back. He was going to check on the situation in the village and the homes of those villagers who wouldn't listen to his advice.

The village chief's wife watched his retreating figure, recalling his words, and couldn't help but shudder. Damn it! Luckily, she didn't have a sister like Lin Piaoxue. If she had a sister like Lin Piaoxue, who was schemed against from a young age, wouldn't she be just like Lin Qinghuan, suffering as bitterly as a cabbage in the field?

Just as Lin's father and his two brothers, Lin Qing and Lin Qing, finished repairing the roof, a light drizzle began to fall.

Lin Qing looked up at the sky, frowned, and said, "Dad, it's raining again."

Lin's father looked worried and said anxiously, "I hope it's just a light rain and not a downpour."

"Father, I don't think it will rain heavily again. Don't worry," Lin Ming said.

Lin's father's expression softened slightly. "I hope so!"

"Dad, you're just worrying unnecessarily, always thinking about this and that," Lin Ming said speechlessly.

Lin's father glared at Lin Ming and said, "With your pig brain, you still have the nerve to talk to me? Get out of here."

Lin Ming was immediately displeased upon hearing this.

“Dad, like father, like son. I’m your own son. If I’m a pig-brain, it’s because I inherited it from you. When you’re talking about me, you’re also talking about yourself,” Lin Ming said with dissatisfaction.

Seeing that their father's face had darkened, Lin Qing and Lin Feng instinctively moved away from him, so that they wouldn't be affected if Lin Ming was beaten by his father.