Chapter 124: Really a Fortune
Although it was not publicized, Lin Jin's return was still spread within the family in a small circle.
Several of the relatives knew about it. On the Qingming Festival, when people worship their ancestors, Lin Jin received many gifts from the elders.
No one really expected that such a big happy event would happen to the Lin family in their lifetime.
Ever since Lin Yiwen injured her body during childbirth, she has not had any more children in the past few years. They thought that there would be no successor to the Lin family, but unexpectedly, a shocking bolt of truth came.
The group of people kept their mouths shut tacitly, not planning to reveal the news for the time being.
Xi Yuwan's sister-in-law An Qingman pulled Lin Jin to look at her with joy in her eyes, and gave her gifts like water.
She and Lin Yiwen have been friends for decades. When the child got into trouble, she knew how sad her best sister was. She didn't know how many days and nights she had to accompany her before she got through it.
Now, when she suddenly saw another copy of Lin Yiwen in front of her, she couldn't stop smiling.
"Auntie, you should call me godmother. Your mother and I agreed when we were young that no matter who gave birth to the child, we would call each other godmother."
"I thought I would never get to see someone call me godmother, but now my wish has come true. Come on, call me godmother."
Lin Jin, who had just been told that this was her aunt, was stunned when she heard her call her godmother.
It feels weird that my cousin's aunt suddenly became my godmother.
Lin Yiwen sat on the sofa and chuckled, "Auntie, it's okay. Relationships are different for different people. Your cousin also calls me godmother and your father uncle."
Well, the words turned around in her mouth, and Lin Jin uttered two words, "Godmother."
"Hey! Good boy."
An Qingman smiled so much that her mouth was almost stretched out. After stuffing the gift in, she took out a bulging red envelope.
"Although it's only been a short time since the Chinese New Year, I still have to give you a red envelope. When it's your birthday, godmother will give you a big red envelope."
As soon as you get the red envelope, you can tell that there is a lot of money just by looking at its thickness without even opening it.
Lin Jin received too many gifts, so she could only look at Lin Yiwen with embarrassment.
Lin Yiwen did not stop An Qingman, "Take it, aunt, otherwise your godmother will not leave today."
With this said, Lin Jin accepted it without any burden at all.
Regarding Lin Jin's return, Lin Yiwen couldn't help but give An Qingman a few more instructions, asking her not to tell anyone else about her daughter's discovery for the time being, as only a few relatives knew about this.
Who is An Qingman? Her mouth is stickier than glue. She put her hand on her mouth, grabbed Lin Jin's head and left.
After everyone has left, the family can finally have a good rest after a busy day.
Lin Jin had a great harvest today. All the relatives in the family gave her gifts and red envelopes.
Even my parents generously took out a black card and told me that it was pocket money and I was not bold enough to ask them for it.
They still lived in the old house. Lin Jin returned to her room and secretly logged into her mobile banking to check. The seven-digit balance on it almost blinded her eyes.
Adding the pocket money given by others, the total is close to 10 million.
Lin Jin numbly exited the mobile banking app, opened her Fetion balance and took a look. The few thousand yuan on it made her feel a little real.
The old man who told her fortune when she was a child was right. She was indeed destined to be rich and prosperous. This was absolutely true.
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“A-choo!”
In a Taoist temple thousands of kilometers away, an old man with a white beard who was touching a bird's nest in a tree suddenly sneezed.
The sneeze startled the bird incubating eggs in the nest, and it suddenly flapped its wings and flew away, leaving a pile of bird droppings on the old man's head.
"Who is scolding me?"
The old man blew his nose and felt his head get cold and a foul smell instantly hit him.
His head was full of black lines. He looked up at the back where he could only see a black dot, and opened his mouth to spit out sweet words to it.
With a head full of shit, the old man had no intention of continuing to touch the bird eggs. He slowly slid down the tree, carefully stepping on the mud before letting go.
He walked to the well, washed his head and hands, picked a cucumber and ate it while sitting on the doorstep.
"Song Qing, that brat, didn't even take a sip after coming down the mountain. He's really been dazzled by the world."
The old man muttered to himself, getting angrier and angrier. He stuffed a cucumber into his mouth, took out his cell phone and was ready to find someone to hold accountable.
Before the call was made, the cell phone rang.
However, the person who came was not Song Qing, but Chi Yan, with whom he had only a brief master-disciple relationship.
The old man immediately smiled and quickly answered the phone, "Rare guest, why did you think of calling me today?"
Chi Yan on the other end touched his nose and said, "I miss you, teacher. How are you doing recently?"
The old man bit the cucumber with a crunching sound. "Well, why shouldn't I be good? Your sisters and brothers are all gone, and now I am the only old man left in the Taoist temple."
"Without you guys bothering me, I have so much peace and quiet every day."
Chi Yan: "That's good, otherwise I'd be really worried that you wouldn't be used to it."
The old man snorted: "I'm fine. There's nothing to be unaccustomed to. What do you want from me? I won't come to you for no reason."
Chi Yan didn't feel guilty at all after his purpose was exposed. Instead, he said seriously, "Teacher, I may have found that person's whereabouts."
......
After finally tidying up the gifts on the floor, Lin Jin had just finished taking a shower and was ready to rest. As soon as she lay down, she heard a noise outside the door.
"Auntie, are you asleep? If not, mom is coming in."
Lin Jin immediately sat up from the bed, "No, mom, come in!"
“Crack—”
Lin Yiwen came in with a glass of milk.
She put the milk on the table and sat down beside Lin Jin's bed. "How is it? Are you used to it after coming back for a few days?"
Lin Jin nodded sincerely, "It's OK. I'm not unaccustomed to it."
Lin Yiwen breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. If you feel uncomfortable, be sure to tell mom."
"Yes, I will."
The mother and daughter talked for a while before Lin Yiwen took out a palm-sized sandalwood box from his coat pocket and solemnly handed it to Lin Jin.
"What is this?" Lin Jin looked puzzled.
Lin Yiwen revealed the origin of the box. "This box is an heirloom of our Lin family. It was passed down from grandma's mother to her, and then passed down to me by your grandma. Now mom is giving it to you."
"The box has been passed down from generation to generation. Mom doesn't know how many years it has been passed down. Because the child didn't realize that you had been replaced, he almost buried the box with him when he died."
"But later, for unknown reasons, the box suddenly disappeared when the burial was approaching. My mother thought it was lost in the chaos and was very sad for a while. But a few days after the burial, the box reappeared by itself."
"My mother was very surprised at the time. The box had been placed exactly where it was, and had not been moved at all. But why couldn't it be found on the day of the burial?"
"Now that you've been found, I finally understand why I couldn't find it in the first place. It turns out that there was a destiny, and the owner of the box was waiting for it eighteen years later."
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