"Yan Wan, you're not well yet, you don't need to come."
Lin hadn't slept well yesterday and had a headache. When she heard that Jiang Yanwan had come to greet her despite her illness, she felt both sad and tender.
When she bent down to help Jiang Yanwan, she noticed that she had forcibly applied rouge to give herself a healthy complexion. "Why are you being so stubborn, child? If anything happens to you, what will your mother do?"
Jiang Yanwan's eyes reddened. "Yanwan made a mistake because she was confused. There are too many people talking, and it won't be good if word gets out. After thinking it over, it's better to be more careful."
"Yan Wan cannot make the same mistake again."
She was so sensible that she won Lin's heart.
As if remembering something, Madam Lin frowned slightly, grasped Jiang Yanwan's hand, and sighed, "My son, you understand your mother better than anyone else."
Jiang Yanwan said softly, "My mother has raised me with great care for fifteen years, and I dare not bring shame to the Prime Minister's residence."
Madam Lin had always treated Jiang Yanwan with even more care than her own daughter, and Jiang Yanwan's words always resonated with her. This contrasted sharply with the newly returned Lin Qingwan…
Even after she said all that yesterday, Lin Qingwan still insisted on going out to buy her own clothes.
It is definitely not a good thing to place so much importance on material possessions.
But he's still her biological son, and their relationship has been exposed for so many years... sigh...
That's why Ms. Lin didn't sleep well.
Before coming, Jiang Yanwan asked the kitchen and learned that Madam Lin had not eaten breakfast, so she specially brought her favorite pastries and coaxed Madam Lin to eat a few pieces. Then she heard from the gatekeeper that Lin Qingwan had returned, so she said, "Mother, let's go see what clothes Qingwan bought."
Fearing she might be upset, Madam Lin said, "Yanwan, actually..."
However, Jiang Yanwan looked delighted. "I asked her abruptly yesterday, which made me seem careless. Today, I'll see what she bought, and then I'll know what Qingwan likes. I'll then instruct the embroiderer to make a few more pieces."
Mrs. Lin felt much better. "Good, good."
Jiang Yanwan and Madam Lin had just crossed the middle bridge when they saw Jiang Zhenlin running out aggressively, with his servants and maids chasing after him. None of them even noticed them.
Lin's mood, which had just improved, was gloomy again. "Who has offended this ancestor again? What are they doing, looking so fierce!"
Jiang Yanwan hurriedly said, "Xia Yan, go and call the old woman next to the young master to report back."
"Have someone stop the young master from leaving the manor."
Mrs. Lin was relieved, thankfully Yan Wan was by her side.
In front of the Prime Minister's residence.
Lin Qingwan had barely stepped inside when Jiang Zhenlin's roar came at her, "You still know how to come back?"
"You still have the nerve to come back!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and his breath sent shivers down people's spines.
Lin Qingwan clenched her fists, relaxing her facial expression. "The Prime Minister's residence sent people to bring me back to the capital. Where else could I go if I didn't come back here?"
If it weren't for the fact that her adoptive mother and the Prime Minister's family both acknowledged it, Lin Qingwan herself would have doubted whether she was actually related to the Jiang family by blood.
"You!" Jiang Zhenlin was taken aback by her words, and the veins on his temples throbbed.
"You don't want what I give you openly, but you steal my things in secret!" Jiang Zhenlin got straight to the point, and his words drew a chorus of gasps.
"Why did you have to steal Qionglu Cream of all things! You're doing this on purpose because you know my sister needs it today!" Jiang Zhenlin gritted his teeth, wishing he could swallow Lin Qingwan whole.
Given yesterday's kick, Lin Qingwan wasn't surprised.
She didn't give me a friendly look either, "Who said I stole it?"
Seeing her unbelievably calm, Jiang Zhenlin was furious. "You still want to argue? You..."
"Ah Lin!"
Jiang Yanwan took a few steps, her breathing quickened, and her voice became breathless.
Lin's eyes darkened as she stood behind, "Quickly, help Yan Wan up!"
Jiang Yanwan had already grabbed Jiang Zhenlin, and her delicate gaze met Lin Qingwan's. Realizing that Mu Xue wasn't by her side, she felt something was amiss.
However, once Jiang Zhenlin started making a scene, he couldn't be stopped, so she could only proceed according to plan for now. "Ah Lin, why are you yelling at Qingwan like this?"
"Didn't I tell you yesterday? How come you still don't understand the rules?"
She emphasized the word "rules" very much.
Jiang Zhenlin was furious. The thought of his sister coming out despite having a rash made him hate Lin Qingwan even more. "She stole my Qionglu Ointment, and I can't even ask her about it!"
Jiang Yanwan frowned slightly, looking surprised. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm not lying!"
Eager to prove himself, Jiang Zhenlin grabbed Lin Qingwan's wrist again and questioned, "I sent the medicine apprentice over, but you refused to see him, claiming it was nothing. Then you turned around and had someone take my Qiongyu Ointment."
Lin Qingwan stared at him without blinking. "I didn't."
The more she denied it, the angrier Jiang Zhenlin became. He didn't even consider where Lin Qingwan got so many old wounds on the back of her hands. He just kept squeezing her wrist. "If it's not Qionglu ointment, where did this smell come from on your hands?"
"If it weren't for the Qiongyu ointment, would your wound have healed so quickly?"
When he got angry, he spoke without thinking, "You dared to covet my things after only one day, bribing a maid to steal for you, even if you're a descendant of the Jiang family, you'd still be ashamed!"
Lin Qingwan's pupils contracted.
Lin interrupted in a deep voice, "Shut up!"
"Do you have to make a scene in front of the door, as if you're afraid others won't hear you?"
"You have no shame, but the Prime Minister's residence does!"
Madam Lin was furious. She led her people back to the front hall, dismissed the servants, and left only a few trusted confidants.
She slammed her hand on the table, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Zhenlin's face before glancing at Lin Qingwan's scarred hands.
Lin Qingwan held onto a sliver of hope that perhaps her mother would ask about her injuries.
But Lin only asked her, "What exactly happened?"
Lin Qingwan paused for a moment, then her expression turned indifferent. "Mother should ask Young Master Jiang that question."
Madam Lin stated bluntly, "The old women in Zhenlin Courtyard have already explained the whole story, so what exactly are you going to do...?"
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