Three people walked over from a distance: a middle-aged woman, a young man and a young woman beside her, and all three looked somewhat alike.
The woman who was supporting the middle-aged woman seemed excited when she saw Su Ruojin. She let go of the woman and ran quickly towards Su Ruojin.
“Cousin Ruojin, it really is you! What a coincidence, you’re here to offer incense at Jinming Temple too?” Yao Huihui said to herself, completely ignoring Su Ruojin’s cold face.
Yao Huihui turned around and waved to the man: "Brother, come here quickly, Cousin Ruojin is here. Don't you think about her every day?"
Yan Luo was displeased upon hearing this: "Young lady, please do not slander my young lady's reputation."
If others heard this loudly, saying that a man was talking about their young lady, it would ruin her reputation.
Yao Huihui rolled her eyes at Yanluo: "Your young lady hasn't said anything, so why are you, a servant, interrupting? Cousin Ruojin, why don't you teach your servant a lesson?"
Su Ruojin said coldly, "Yao Huihui, I'm not your cousin, don't make up relatives randomly. What Yanluo said represents my opinion. If you continue to talk nonsense, I don't mind teaching you how to speak properly."
"You!" Yao Huihui was speechless for a moment after being rebuked, and hurriedly looked to the other two for help: "Mother, brother, come here quickly."
Yao Huihui is the daughter of Zhao Jiao's cousin Yao Fude, and is a few months younger than Su Ruojin.
Yao Fude also has a son named Yao Qingfeng, who is Yao Huihui's older brother.
A year ago, when Yao Zhangshi brought her two children to visit the Lin family, Yao Qingfeng accidentally saw Su Ruojin and couldn't forget her. He asked his mother to propose marriage to Su Ruojin on his behalf.
Madam Yao couldn't persuade her son otherwise. Besides, as long as he could marry the eldest daughter of the Lin family, even if she was adopted, her son wouldn't be at a disadvantage.
So she went to Zhao Jiao to propose marriage.
The Yao family was just a small, insignificant family. At the time, Su Ruojin was nominally still the eldest daughter of the Lin family. Zhao Jiao looked down on the Yao family and naturally wouldn't agree.
The matter was thus dropped.
After returning home, Yao Qingfeng couldn't let go of Su Ruojin, and her image often appeared in his dreams.
Seeing Su Ruojin again today, dressed in white like snow, with a cool and aloof temperament, she seemed even more captivating than she was a year ago.
Yao Qingfeng stared intently at Su Ruojin.
He was awakened by Yao Huihui's voice.
Yao Qingfeng and his mother walked up to Su Ruojin and said, "Sister Jin, it's been a long time."
Madam Yao looked at Su Ruojin coldly: "She really doesn't know any manners, she doesn't even bow to her elders."
Yao Huihui chimed in, "That's right, Cousin Ruojin, my mother is your maternal aunt."
Su Ruojin glanced at the three people indifferently and said, "I have no connection with the Lin family anymore, and I'm not familiar with you. Please make way and don't block my way." After saying that, Su Ruojin walked around the three people and was about to leave.
Yao Qingfeng quickly stepped forward, blocking Su Ruojin's path: "Ruojin, if Huihui has offended you in any way, I'll apologize on her behalf. I know there's a nice cedar forest not far from here; how about I take you there for a walk?"
"Feng'er, why bother with someone who has no manners?"
Madam Yao couldn't stand Su Ruojin no matter what she did. She had a vixen-like appearance and did nothing but seduce men all day long. How could someone like that be a good wife and mother?
In her eyes, although Su Ruojin was nominally the daughter of the Lin family, she was not their biological daughter, so she still looked down on Su Ruojin to some extent.
Her own son was willing to lower himself to marry her, yet she dared to refuse back then; she really didn't know what was good for her.
"Young Master Yao, I'll say it again, I have absolutely no connection with the Lin family, get out of my way!" Su Ruojin's anger began to rise.
“Sister Ruojin…” Yao Qingfeng wanted to say something, but Su Ruojin interrupted him, “Young Master Yao, if you don’t move aside, I don’t mind making you grow another rash.”
Upon hearing this, Yao Qingfeng recalled the rash he had suffered a year ago, which had itched for a full month before finally subsiding. He shuddered instantly and instinctively took a few steps back.
If his family hadn't tied him up, he probably would have scratched himself up.
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