Looking at Lin Qinghuan's surprised expression, Lin's mother felt a surge of bitterness in her heart.

"Go home early. It's not safe for a young woman to come home too late."

"Oh!" Lin Qinghuan walked out of the main room in surprise. When she reached the gate of the courtyard, she couldn't help but turn her head to look back at the main room, where her mother was standing at the door looking at her.

Lin Qinghuan immediately looked away. Holy crap! What's wrong with Lin's mother? Why is she suddenly being so nice to her?

Lin Qinghuan scratched her head, completely bewildered. Lin Ming and the others were also being friendly to her. Could it be that they wanted to curry favor with her because she had found a rich and capable boyfriend?

Lin's mother returned to her room, rummaged under the bed and found a pure silver bell bracelet. She gently shook it, and the bell made a clear and melodious sound.

Tears welled up in Lin's mother's eyes as she whispered, "It's so beautiful!"

Lin's father stood at the doorway, watching Lin's mother gently ring the bell, tears welling in his eyes.

Lin's mother looked at Lin's father and said softly, "Our child is back, and that wandering ghost is gone."

Lin's father sighed, "You knew all that!"

“How could I not know about the child I gave birth to?” Lin’s mother said, tears streaming down her face. “I waited and waited every day, waiting for that wandering ghost to leave and for my Qinghuan to come back. I waited until I was desperate. I even wanted to strangle her to death, to tear her to pieces, but I couldn’t. If she died, my Qinghuan would come back, but she would have no physical body.”

"She's gone. Are you even a little sad?" Mr. Lin asked curiously.

With a fierce look on her face, Lin's mother said angrily, "Are you joking? I would be sad for a ghost that possessed my daughter's body. I haven't let her soul be scattered, which is already doing right by her."

Mr. Lin looked at Mrs. Lin with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why do you hate my mother so much?"

"Shouldn't I hate her?" Lin's mother asked rhetorically.

Lin's father looked displeased and said, "My mother didn't mistreat you, so why do you hate her?"

As Lin spoke, she suddenly realized something and said, "You mistakenly believe that she harmed Qinghuan, right?"

"Yes," Lin's mother admitted.

"Now you know that it was Piaoxue who was jealous of Qinghuan, which is why she harbored ill intentions and attacked Qinghuan. Do you hate Piaoxue now too?" Lin's father said.

Lin's mother's expression froze. Lin Piaoxue was her own daughter; she felt some resentment, but not hatred.

Lin's father sat down next to Lin's mother and sighed, "Piaoxue is just like her grandfather at heart; they are both selfish, ungrateful, and treacherous people."

Lin's mother thought of Lin's father's father, her face filled with disdain and contempt, "Your father abandoned his wife and children and has been gone for twenty years. He might have died out there."

As she spoke, Lin's mother glared at Lin's father and said, "It's all because of the bad bloodline of your Lin family. Piaoxue inherited the bloodline of your old Lin family and turned bad against her will."

Lin's father was displeased upon hearing this and couldn't help but say, "Stop talking nonsense. How have I not become bad?"

"Isn't there a saying that this is called skipping a generation's inheritance?" Lin's mother said.

"How come the eldest brother and the others haven't turned bad? How come Qinghuan hasn't turned bad? You're just making excuses for Piaoxue." Lin's father was even angrier.

"That's just bad luck with the snow," Lin's mother argued vehemently.

"Hey!" Lin's father laughed in exasperation. "That old woman is really something!"

"You're just making excuses for Piaoxue! You'll regret it later." After saying that, Lin's father stormed out of the room.

As soon as Lin's father left, Lin's mother's shoulders slumped. Lin Piaoxue wouldn't listen to her anymore, so what could she do?

She was helpless too!