Lin Qinghuan walked into the kitchen. Her mother, who was washing dishes, paused for a moment, glanced at Lin Qinghuan coldly, and then continued washing the dishes. She said in a low voice, "Lin Qinghuan, I hope that next time you go out, you won't come home so late, so that nothing bad can happen and implicate your three older brothers and your sister."

Lin Qinghuan clenched her fist, suppressing the anger surging within her, and said in a deep voice, "I understand. Don't worry, I won't implicate your four precious children."

Upon hearing Lin Qinghuan's words, Lin's mother paused for a moment, then her face darkened. Lin Qinghuan no longer considered her a member of the Lin family.

What an ingrate! I gave birth to this brat and raised her all these years. It was such a waste of time and money. I should have just thrown her away as soon as she was born.

Lin's mother wanted to yell at Lin Qinghuan, but when she saw the wound on Lin Qinghuan's knee and met Lin Qinghuan's indifferent expression, and remembered Lin's father's warning, she could only swallow the curses that were about to come out.

Lin Qinghuan looked at her mother's face, which was filled with dissatisfaction and anger. A mocking smile appeared on her lips, and anger surfaced in her beautiful eyes. She really didn't know how there could be such a cold-blooded and ruthless mother in the world. She had repeatedly shattered Lin Qinghuan's worldview.

Lin Qinghuan walked to the cupboard, opened it, and saw that there was only a bowl of leftovers inside. Lin Qinghuan picked up the bowl and saw that there was only a little bit of leftover stir-fried eggplant. Lin Qinghuan suddenly felt a pang of sadness, and tears welled up in her eyes. She raised her head and forcibly suppressed the tears in her eyes.

Lin Qinghuan opened the pot lid, scooped two spoonfuls of rice into a bowl, picked up her chopsticks, and sat down to eat.

Looking at Lin Qinghuan who was engrossed in eating, Lin's mother said coldly, "If you're not going to work, then don't eat. You might as well starve to death. I don't support idlers."

Lin Qinghuan stopped eating, her grip on the chopsticks tightened, and the veins on her hands bulged. She didn't respond to her mother's words, but just glanced at her indifferently before lowering her head to continue eating.

Lin Qinghuan told herself that her mother was not her own mother, and she shouldn't be saddened by her indifference. Perhaps she had the original owner's memories, or perhaps they were related by blood. Lin Qinghuan still felt a little sad.

Seeing that Lin Qinghuan ignored her, Lin's mother said angrily, "You're like a wooden doll all day long, you're not likable at all. I must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to give birth to such a thing as you."

Lin Qinghuan finished the rice in her two bowls, slammed them down on the table, and jumped up to leave the kitchen. She didn't want to argue with a menopausal woman, nor did she have the energy for it.

Watching Lin Qinghuan's angry departure, Lin's mother slammed her chopsticks into the pot in anger. "That brat! She's so sarcastic and doesn't respect me at all!"

Hearing the sounds of things being smashed coming from the kitchen, Lin Qinghuan sneered. This was someone who had no one to vent their anger on, so they were taking it out on things in the kitchen.

Lin Qinghuan walked to the door, pushed it open, went inside, took a change of clothes, and left the room.

Lin Piaoxue watched Lin Qinghuan's retreating figure, remembering how Lin Qinghuan had embarrassed her in front of Qin Zhen, and felt a surge of hatred. Why didn't that brat just die out there?

Lin Qinghuan put her clothes in the bathroom, filled a basin with water, and quickly washed them. She then threw the dirty clothes into the basin, planning to wash them tomorrow.

Lin Qinghuan took a few wild ginseng seeds from her pocket and returned to her room. She crushed the ginseng seeds on the table, applied the crushed seeds to her wound, and then went back to bed to sleep.

When Lin Piaoxue saw Lin Qinghuan injured, she secretly laughed and cursed Lin Qinghuan, thinking that this was retribution. She then happily started singing a song.

Lin Qinghuan knew that Lin Piaoxue was gloating, but she ignored her and closed her eyes to sleep.

Lin Piaoxue sang for a long time, but Lin Qinghuan didn't even glance at her. After singing in vain, she had no choice but to shut her mouth in frustration, turn off the light, and go to sleep.

When Lin Qinghuan heard Lin Piaoxue stop singing, she rubbed her ears and thought, "Damn it! She sang terribly. I don't know how she had the nerve to sing for half an hour."

next day

Lin Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes, lazily yawned, lay down for a moment before sitting up, getting out of bed, putting on her shoes, and leaving the room.

Lin Qinghuan arrived at the courtyard and saw Lin Feng carrying a bucket of water into the yard. Lin Qinghuan raised her eyebrows slightly, secretly marveling at how early Lin Feng was fetching water. It must be like the sun had risen in the west.

Seeing Lin Qinghuan's surprised expression, Lin Feng arrogantly turned his head away from looking at her.

Lin Qinghuan had just finished washing up when her mother stood in the kitchen and called out, "Breakfast is ready."

The family was having breakfast around the table. Lin's mother looked at Lin Qinghuan, who was drinking porridge with her head down, and said, "Lin Qinghuan, come with me to the vegetable garden to weed later."

"My legs hurt, I'm not going," Lin Qinghuan said bluntly.

"If you don't work, you don't get to eat," Lin's mother said sternly.

“Okay, I’ll go chat with the village chief and the Party Secretary later. I heard that Aunt Wang is kind-hearted, so I can go to her house for a bite to eat when I’m hungry. She should give me half a bowl of rice.” Lin Qinghuan said expressionlessly.

The Lin family was stunned by Lin Qinghuan's words.

Lin Qinghuan is actually going to beg for food?