Seeing that Lin's mother agreed with him, Lin's father smiled with satisfaction and asked in a cheerful mood, "Your attitude towards Qinghuan is getting better and better now. Have you come to your senses?"

"I still don't like Lin Qinghuan," Lin's mother said bluntly.

"It's up to you, as long as you don't regret it in the future," Lin's father said.

"What do I have to regret? I'm not relying on her to support me in my old age," Lin's mother said nonchalantly.

Seeing that Lin's mother was still so stubborn, Lin's father sighed helplessly.

Lin Ming came out of the kitchen after finishing his meal, and his mother called to him, "Third son, come here, I want to say a few words to you."

Lin Ming walked up to his mother and asked in confusion, "Mom, what do you want to see me about?"

Lin's mother instructed her son, "Third son, no matter who you meet when you go out, and no matter what they ask, you must never tell anyone about the snowfall last night."

"Mom, I understand. I promise I won't tell anyone about how Piaoxue was almost raped by Lin Yu last night," Lin Ming said.

Lin's father's face darkened upon hearing Lin Ming's words.

Lin's mother was so angry that she slapped Lin Ming, saying, "Are you looking for death? Why are you shouting so loudly? Do you want the whole village to know?"

Lin Ming realized he had misspoke and quickly said, "I will definitely be careful with my words when I go out."

"If you dare to tell anyone about Piaoxue, I'll beat you to death," Lin's father threatened.

“Your father is right. You better keep your mouth shut, or I’ll break your legs,” Lin’s mother chimed in.

Lin's mother knew all too well that if Lin Ming accidentally revealed that Lin Piaoxue had almost been raped by Lin Yu, ruining Lin Piaoxue's reputation, it would be a fatal blow to her. She worried that Lin Piaoxue would take her anger out on Lin Ming in a fit of rage.

"Mom, why don't you all believe me? You're all worried that I'll spread the news about Piaoxue." Lin Ming said unhappily.

"Because you're reckless, because you're stupid, because you're loose-lipped," Lin's father said bluntly.

Lin Ming looked at his father with disbelief. Was he really that bad?

"Father, you all look down on me," Lin Ming said sadly.

Looking at Lin Ming's injured expression, Lin's father realized that he had spoken too harshly.

"We're not looking down on you, we're just reminding you."

"Third son, your father and I are so worried that Piaoxue's reputation will be damaged, and that she will have no face to face everyone in the future. You have to understand us," Lin's mother said earnestly.

"In your hearts, Piaoxue is the most important person. I'm just a useless, dispensable person." After saying this, Lin Ming walked angrily toward the door.

"Third brother, third brother..." Lin's mother called out to Lin Ming.

Lin Ming seemed not to hear his mother calling him and walked out the door without turning his head.

Lin's mother stamped her foot in frustration and sighed, "This child is really something, why can't he understand our difficulties!"

"Don't worry about him, he'll figure it out eventually," said Lin's father.

Lin's mother plopped down in a chair, looking at Lin's father with a worried expression. "Five fingers are not all the same length. I can't possibly treat everyone equally. I can only try my best to be fair, but I still overlooked some things, which made the third son resentful."

Lin's father, an observer with a clearer perspective, frankly said, "There are five children in the family. Piaoxue is like the middle finger, you treat her the best. The eldest and second eldest are like the index and ring fingers, you treat them a little worse than you treat Piaoxue. The little finger is like the third eldest, you treat him a little worse than you treat the eldest and second eldest. And you treat Qinghuan..."

Mr. Lin paused here, held out his hand in front of Mrs. Lin, and continued to analyze: "The thumb is the shortest, and you treat Qinghuan like a thumb, as if she were your father's killer."

“What have I done to Lin Qinghuan? I didn’t let her starve to death, and I even sent her to school. I think I’ve treated her quite well,” Lin’s mother said confidently.

Mr. Lin glanced at Mrs. Lin and retorted without any mercy, "Look at the tone of your voice and your expression. It's as if Qinghuan dug up your family's ancestral grave in her past life and deserves your beatings and scoldings in this life. She didn't ask you to give birth to her. You were the one who brought her into this world. After giving birth to her, you don't treat her well. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Lin's mother glared at Lin's father with a livid face and said angrily, "Lin the Second, that's enough! You can't stand it if you don't say something to me for a day."

“What’s wrong with me? I’m just telling the truth. What, is it wrong for me to tell the truth?” Lin’s father asked.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Lin's mother shouted at Lin's father, "Lin Qinghuan is not my daughter, she is a monster!"

Upon hearing Lin's mother's words, Lin's father's pupils contracted slightly, then returned to normal. Seeing Lin's mother's insatiable anger, he worried that she would lose her temper and quickly said, "Watch your words. If someone hears you, they'll think you have feudalistic ideas and drag you to be criticized."

Lin's mother, still shaken by the memory of the village shaman being dragged away for public criticism, dared not continue speaking.

Lin Qinghuan overheard her mother's words and her face showed a look of horror. A demon? Was her mother saying she was a demon, or was she saying the original owner of this body was a demon?

Why did she say that?

Lin Qinghuan was completely baffled.

Wang Cuihua stood at the gate of the Lin family's house, looked at Lin's father and mother standing in the yard, and said with a smile, "Lin Lao Er, you're home!" Then she walked into the yard.

Lin's mother looked at Wang Cuihua and wondered to herself, "What is she doing here?"

Looking at Wang Cuihua's smiling face, Lin's father always felt that she had ill intentions.

Lin's mother asked suspiciously, "Cuihua, you didn't come to visit us so early in the morning, did you?"

Wang Cuihua said with a smile, "You were right, sister-in-law."

"You seem to have a lot of free time," Lin's mother teased.

"My son Li Jian found a job in the city. It's a big restaurant, with room and board included, and he gets eighteen yuan a month," Wang Cuihua boasted with a beaming smile.

Lin's mother was in a bad mood and had no interest in joking with Wang Cuihua. She forced a stiff smile and said, "Really? Congratulations! You can enjoy your retirement from now on."

Wang Cuihua seemed oblivious to Lin's mother's perfunctory expression and said with a smile, "It's too early to talk about these things now. I only hope that my Li Jian will work steadily in the future, marry a gentle and kind girl, and live a harmonious and happy life together. I would be content even if I died then."

Lin's mother chuckled twice, but did not respond to Wang Cuihua's words.

Wang Cuihua looked at Lin's mother, as if she had suddenly remembered something, and asked with concern, "By the way, last night I was enjoying the cool air in the yard with Li Jian's father when I heard you calling out for Piaoxue in a panic. Did something happen to your Piaoxue?"

Lin's mother and father's hearts tightened suddenly. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with vigilance.