Yang Lin was terrified by the hatred in his mother's eyes.
He lived his whole life for the Yang family, so why does she hate him?
Yang Lin was confused.
"Mom, why do you hate me?"
This question immediately opened up a floodgate of conversation for Grandma Yang.
“I wish you were dead. Why don’t you just die? Do you know how many people gossip about me behind my back because of you? Do you know how many people curse me in secret? Because of you, Zhong Qingqing is paralyzed, and even Huaiyuan was sent to the farm. It’s all because of you, you jinx. You’re the one who should be on the farm, not my Huaiyuan. Let me tell you, if Huaiyuan doesn’t get out, I’ll strangle you.”
Yang Lin didn't understand why her mother harbored such malice.
"Mom, you're the one who sent me to your home to exchange for a dowry of 500 yuan, and to buy a job for my eldest brother, Aijiao. You said I wasn't just coming to your home, but that we were merging into one family with the Lu Rong family. You said I was the pride of the family."
"Pah, you're a jinx."
Old Mrs. Yang was seething with anger and had completely forgotten the words she had used to deceive Yang Lin.
Besides, Yang Lin is now destitute, and the Lu family wants to skin him alive. He doesn't have a single penny to his name, yet he still wants to eat and drink for free at the Yang family's house. She's not going to pretend anymore.
Yang Lin couldn't accept it.
He didn't understand that his mother had been faking it all along, just as he couldn't understand Lu Rong's pain.
The mask was ripped off, telling him that everything before was fake, which is tantamount to saying that everything he did before was wrong.
His world has collapsed.
For the first time, he fell into doubt.
Yang Huaiyuan questioned him, asking why he treated Yang Huaiyuan as his son.
Is he having an affair with Zhong Qingqing?
He may have thought Lu Rong was inferior to Zhong Qingqing before, and had other thoughts, but he knew that he was just a son-in-law who had married into the family and was not good enough for his sister-in-law, so he did more work for his sister-in-law and shared the burden with the Yang family.
Grandma Yang told Yang Huaiyuan from birth that he could not rely on anyone but his own family, and that he could only trust his own family members. He has always done just that.
Why does Mom say he's a jinx?
For the first time, confusion arose in Yang Lin's eyes.
"Mom, why?" He defied Old Lady Yang for the second time.
"Get out! I'm your mother, why are you asking so many questions? Get out of here! I married you off a long time ago. You're not allowed to come to our house and cause trouble again. Get out!" Old Mrs. Yang chased the man out with a mix of hitting and cursing.
Yang Lin crawled back to his thatched hut, covered in mud. The hut was drafty, and the wind howled through it. Lying on the ground, he didn't care about the chill; his heart felt even colder.
He's always done it this way, so why is Mom calling him a jinx?
Lu Xingxing arrived as promised. She stood at the door of the thatched hut with her arms crossed, her eyes gleaming with barely concealed light. "You got kicked out, didn't you, Yang Lin? Do you know you were wrong?"
Yang Lin lay on the ground, saying, "Why do I know I was wrong?"
He remained defiant.
She had already heard about what had happened to the Yang family.
Lu Xingxing looked at Yang Lin and said, "Your mother doesn't love you, do you know that?"
These words struck a chord with Yang Lin.
"You're talking nonsense! Your mother doesn't love you. I sent you to the Geng family, and your mother has never even visited you. If your mother doesn't love you, what right do you have to laugh at me? You're a jinx!" Yang Lin desperately needed to vent his anger.
Lu Xingxing had already made peace with herself.
So what if I don't love you?
Just give me the money.
“Lu Rong doesn’t love me, but Old Lady Yang has been harming you at every turn. Now that you’re useless, she’s kicked you out. For so many years, you’ve been a slave to the Yang family. You’ve repaired every single thing in their house. You’ve worked so hard that your back is bent. They don’t even give you a bite to eat. You’re so pitiful.”
Yang Lin wanted to refute.
That was because Grandma Yang felt sorry for him; the food at the Yang family's house wasn't very good.
I won't feed him.
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