Her jawline tightened into a straight line, and her voice trembled slightly, "I don't need to fight for it. Like Young Master Jiang, I have the blood of the Jiang family flowing in my veins."
Jiang Zhenlin's pupils contracted.
Jiang Yanwan's heart skipped a beat, and she coughed twice, clutching her chest.
Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Qingwan pulled her arm back, enduring the pain as she sneered, "I really don't know which eye of Young Master Jiang saw that I was forcing her or bullying her?"
"You..." Jiang Zhenlin instinctively wanted to retort, but he had nothing to say. He reached out to grab her again, only to see a handkerchief and a sachet fall from Lin Qingwan's body.
Lin Qingwan bit her lip, her face burning, and bent down to pick it up. Her hasty movements only caused Jiang Zhenlin to misunderstand again.
He said coldly, "You bring all sorts of junk to the Prime Minister's residence."
Lin Qingwan didn't speak, feeling as if she was suffocating.
Stepping outside, she felt the cold wind, though chilly, but not deadly. It was the warmth inside the house that would burn her to ashes.
As Lin Qingwan walked, her eyes reddened, and she couldn't help but shed tears.
Before returning, she felt that her parents were just as eager to see her as she was, and she even imagined what it would feel like to be held in her mother's arms the moment she saw Lin.
But the truth is, none of her blood relatives expect her to come back.
Lin Qingwan didn't know how long she had been walking in the courtyard. When she returned to Ningsi Garden, she found that Madam Lin had personally delivered clothes and jewelry to her.
Lin had faint dark circles under her eyes, and it was clear that she was very tired.
Lin Qingwan stood there stunned. Mu Xue gently tugged at her clothes and was the first to bow, "This servant greets Madam."
Lin Qingwan then regained her senses, curtsied, and choked out, "Madam."
Madam Lin dismissed everyone around her. “You have been wandering outside for fifteen years. You have finally returned to the manor, but your mother has not treated you well. It is natural that you have resentment in your heart.”
Madam Lin picked up a light yellow Confucian dress and walked towards Lin Qingwan. Her expression was no longer as cold as before, and her voice was also very gentle. "Yanwan risked her life for you back then. The assassins chased and killed her back then, and she developed a chronic illness. That's why we've cherished her like a treasure all these years."
"But not a day goes by that I don't miss you." Lin looked closely at Lin Qingwan's eyebrows and eyes, which really resembled her when she was young, and she choked up instantly.
Lin Qingwan's nose tingled, and her tightly pursed lips trembled uncontrollably.
"I thought Cheng Min was doomed, but I never imagined she would raise you to adulthood." Lin said, tears streaming down her face. "I can never repay her kindness in this lifetime."
Hearing this, Lin Qingwan knew that the tears were not for herself.
Sure enough, Lin said the next second, "Yan Wan is in poor health, and her biological mother has passed away. She is a lonely girl and cannot survive without the Prime Minister's residence."
“She is very thoughtful, and I’m worried that she’s feeling uncomfortable, so I’m deliberately ignoring you.”
"Qingwan, she is your savior. You understand your mother, right?"
Lin's tearful eyes were full of expectation. Lin Qingwan clenched her fists, lowered her head, and remained silent.
When Lin saw that she had agreed, she hugged her tightly and said, "Good child."
"You'll inevitably suffer some grievances in the future, but thankfully you're back with your parents."
“Yan Wan is different; she has lost everything.”
Lin Qingwan smiled bitterly. She had clearly gained nothing in the past fifteen years. But even with this bitter feeling, her mother hugged her.
She called out in a trembling voice, "Mother..."
Lin's tears flowed like a spring. "My son, from now on, you and Yanwan should get along well, and our family will be happy."
Lin Qingwan's soft spot was shut down by these words; after all, this was the real purpose.
She chuckled, "You should be saying that to Miss Jiang or Young Master Jiang."
Lin sniffed and followed her words, saying, "Zhenlin has a quick temper, but he's not a bad person at heart. You'll know once you spend two days with him."
The implication is that even if Lin Qingwan says she was kicked and vomited blood, her mother will not hold Jiang Zhenlin responsible.
The greater the expectations Lin Qingwan had when she arrived, the more gloomy her mood became now.
That wasn't enough. Lin wiped away her tears and solemnly said, "Remember, you and Yan Wan are twins. When you were assassinated and your life was hanging by a thread, you had no choice but to be raised under the care of a Bodhisattva."
"You and Yan Wan are both daughters of the Jiang family."
Lin's hands were soft and delicate. She patted Lin Qingwan's wrist heavily through her sleeve, not noticing that Lin Qingwan deliberately withdrew her hand. Instead, she met Lin Qingwan's clear and bright eyes and added, "This is also your father's wish."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
