When the stone was one centimeter away from Li Jian's forehead, Lin Qinghuan stopped, looked at Li Jian with an icy expression, and said coldly, "Li Jian, if you dare to lay a hand on me again, I'll kill you."

Lin Qing stood up happily, kicked Li Jian twice more to vent her anger, then threw the stone and walked towards the Lin family's direction.

Following her memory, Lin Qinghuan arrived at the Lin family home. Her eyes glanced at the neighboring house, which was Li Jian's. A wicked smile crept onto her lips.

Lin Qinghuan arrived at Li Jian's house and looked at Li's father, Li Caiqing, and mother, Wang Cuihua, who were sitting in the yard. She said with a troubled expression, "Uncle Li, Aunt Li, I just saw Li Jian trying to steal watermelons from Grandpa Wang's house, so I stopped him, but he wouldn't listen and hit me instead."

As Lin Qinghuan spoke, tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and she choked out, "Uncle Li, Aunt Li, I only meant well. I promise I won't say anything to him next time. Could you please ask Li Jian to stop hitting me? He hit my head with a rock and I have a huge bump on it. It hurts so much!"

Upon hearing Lin Qinghuan's words, Wang Cuihua immediately stood up, went to Lin Qinghuan, and asked, "Where did it break? Let Aunt Li take a look?"

Lin Qinghua showed Wang Cuihua the bump on the back of her head. After looking at it, Wang Cuihua said with a hint of apology on her face, "Qinghuan, Aunt Wang knows you're a good person. When Li Jian comes back, I'll definitely give him a good talking to."

Lin Qinghuan looked at Wang Cuihua nervously and said shyly, "Auntie, you know Li Jian has never liked me. If he finds out that I was the one who complained to you, he will definitely hold a grudge. Could you please not let him know that it was me...?"

As Lin Qinghuan spoke, she looked at Wang Cuihua with a hint of fear on her face and tears welling up in her eyes.

Wang Cuihua had never liked Lin Qinghuan, finding her dull and petty, but now she felt particularly sorry for her.

"Qinghuan, don't worry, your auntie definitely won't tell that brat Li Jian," Wang Cuihua assured her, patting her chest.

Lin Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wang Cuihua gratefully. "Aunt Li, you're such a kind person." Then she lowered her head and left.

Wang Cuihua came to Li Changqing's side and said angrily, "When that brat Li Jian comes back, I'll teach him a lesson. He doesn't learn anything good and actually steals things. If he gets caught, he'll be labeled a thief for life, and his reputation will be ruined."

Li Changqing agreed, "They really need to be taught a lesson, otherwise they'll go astray and their lives will be ruined."

Lin Qinghuan paused slightly, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

When Lin Qinghuan returned home, her mother immediately started scolding her, "Lin Qinghuan, you brat, where have you been? Go and gather pig feed!"

Lin Qinghuan looked at Lin Piaoxue standing at the entrance of the main room. She was wearing a floral dress and white canvas shoes, dressed like a city person. Compared to her, she thought, "Holy crap! It's like one is a young lady from a wealthy family and the other is the daughter of a farmhand. The favoritism is outrageous."

Fingers are of different lengths, and it's impossible for parents to treat each other equally, but Lin Qinghuan had never seen such blatant favoritism before.

Seeing Lin Qinghuan staring at Lin Piaoxue, Lin's mother shouted unhappily, "Lin Qinghuan, I'm talking to you, don't you hear me?"

Lin Qinghuan withdrew her gaze, looked at her mother, and said seriously, "You are definitely not my biological mother, otherwise why would my sister be dressed like a landlord's daughter, while I am dressed like a beggar?"

Lin's mother was stunned, unable to believe that Lin Qinghuan would say such outrageous things. She then came to her senses and roared, "Lin Qinghuan, if you weren't my daughter, I would have abandoned you long ago. How could you have grown up like this?"

"You must have switched me with your daughter, letting your daughter enjoy a life of luxury at my house while I suffer at yours. I'm going to report this to the police station and have them arrest you," Lin Qinghuan said righteously.

Wanting her to be a slave, with endless chores every day? Dream on! It depends on whether Lin Qinghuan is willing.

Lin's mother was stunned. She never expected that Lin Qinghuan would have such thoughts just because she favored Piaoxue.

Lin Piaoxue said with dissatisfaction, "Qinghuan, do you know that saying these things will hurt your mother?"

"She's your biological mother, so it's enough that you care about her. I only care about my own mother. I must find her and tell them that your Lin family abused me, making me work non-stop every day, and I was always hungry and cold, like a cabbage in the field, with no one to love or care for me." Lin Qinghuan said as she ran into the house and slammed the door shut.

Lin Qinghuan stood in the room, looking at the furnishings.

There was a table, two chairs, a cabinet, and two beds. One bed had a sheet and a blanket that were about 50% new, while the other bed had a sheet and a blanket that were patched.

Holy crap! The difference is so huge, doesn't your conscience hurt?

Lin Piaoxue looked at her mother with a doubtful expression and asked, half-believing, "Mom, is what Qinghuan said true? Is she really not my biological sister?"

When Lin's mother met Lin Piaoxue's suspicious gaze, she almost exploded with anger and said, "Don't listen to that brat's nonsense. She is my daughter. Didn't you see her face? She looks five-tenths like me."

Seeing Lin Qinghuan's serious expression, Lin Piaoxue almost believed what she said.

It turns out that Lin Qinghuan was just guessing; Qing really was her own younger sister.

Lin Piaoxue said understandingly, "Mom, Qinghuan is angry and definitely doesn't want to cut pig feed. Why don't I change my dress and let me cut the pig feed?"