Lin Zixin was taken aback by Lin Qinghuan's retort, then glared at her and said, "Lin Qinghuan, are you looking for death?"
Lin Qinghuan scoffed coldly and said, "Lin Zixin, what right do you have to decide my life or death? Who do you think you are? Just because you're the village chief's daughter? You always act like the sky is the boss and you're the second-in-command. Does your father know this? Also, don't even think about messing with my three older brothers, because we all have the same surname Lin, we all have the same ancestor, and close relatives can't marry."
Lin Zixin was so angry that she was trembling. She said, "Who would want to marry your three brothers? They have no ability at all. I would never choose them."
"Oh! So you're just a busybody, meddling in other people's business, having nothing better to do," Lin Qinghuan mocked.
Lin Piaoxue stepped forward and said, "Qinghuan, don't talk about Zixin like that. She meant well."
Lin Qinghuan sighed and looked at Lin Zixin, saying, "Lin Zixin, do you see how understanding my sister is? If I were a man, I would definitely be attracted to her too."
Qin Zhen raised an eyebrow at Lin Qinghuan, thinking, "What a fiery little devil."
Lin Qinghuan glanced at Lin Piaoxue, whose face was flushed with embarrassment, and then lowered her head shyly.
Wow! Anyone who didn't know better would think Lin Piaoxue was an innocent and pure girl, not a scheming gold digger.
Song Qian looked at Qin Zhen and the two men standing with him. One was Huang Liang, the young accountant in the village, and the other was someone Lin Qinghuan didn't recognize. The other was Qin Zhen's companion.
When Qin Zhen saw Lin Qinghuan looking at him, he gave her a friendly smile.
Lin Qinghuan's eyes darted around, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, as she said to Qin Zhen, "So you're the rich people my sister was talking about!"
Qin Zhen smiled and said, "You have a little bit of savings?"
"How much is 'a little bit'?" Lin Qinghuan asked curiously.
Lin Qinghuan knew that in the 1980s, having 10,000 yuan was considered a sign of wealth, and she was very curious to know how much savings Qin Zhen had.
Qin Zhen noticed that Lin Qinghuan's eyes were filled with curiosity, unlike her sister Lin Piaoxue, whose eyes were full of greed and scheming. No matter how well Lin Piaoxue tried to hide it, Qin Zhen still noticed.
"Not much, just tens of thousands of yuan," Qin Zhen said.
Qin Zhen's companion gave him a meaningful look after hearing his words.
After hearing Qin Zhen's answer, Lin Qinghuan said, "You are indeed quite wealthy. Do you know how much money I've saved up since I was a child?"
"How much?" Qin Zhen asked casually.
Lin Qinghuan held up one finger.
Qin Zhen saw Lin Qinghuan hold up one finger and guessed, "One hundred yuan."
She has no money at all. For Lin Qinghuan now, a hundred yuan is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.
Lin Qinghuan shook her head and said, "No, guess again."
Qin Zhen hesitated before saying, "Ten, ten yuan."
Lin Qinghuan shook her head again and said in a low voice, "It's still not right."
Qin Zhen said in disbelief, "It can't be just one yuan!"
Lin Qinghuan nodded and said, "That's right, it's just one yuan."
The original owner had indeed only saved one yuan from childhood to the present.
With a "pfft," Qin Zhen's companion couldn't help but burst out laughing, saying, "My goodness! You're really pitiful, you only have one yuan in savings."
Huang Liang laughed too; he hadn't expected Lin Qinghuan to be so poor.
"Hahaha, you poor wretch..." Lin Zixin laughed heartily at Lin Qinghuan.
Lin Qinghuan said calmly, "I am unloved by my father, uncared for by my mother, and disliked by my older siblings. I am like a little cabbage in the field. It is already a great blessing from God that I have survived until now."
Lin Piaoxue's face showed a hint of embarrassment. Her lips moved, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She was worried that Lin Qinghuan would say whatever she should or shouldn't say, regardless of the consequences.
Qin Zhen looked at Lin Qinghuan with pity; the girl was truly pitiful.
"Don't look at me like that. I may be poor, but I don't need anyone's pity," Lin Qinghuan said.
The young man standing next to Qin Zhen said, "Your sister seems to be doing quite well. Your family doesn't seem to favor sons over daughters."
"Haven't you heard of the word 'favoritism'? Haven't you heard of 'retribution for past life'?" Lin Qinghuan said.
The young man asked with interest, "What do you mean?"
“My family adores Lin Piaoxue. She’s lived the life of a young lady since she was a child, while I’ve been treated like a maid. I don’t know why, even though we’re both daughters, one lives in paradise while the other is condemned to hell. I must have dug up the Lin family’s ancestral graves in my past life, or been my parents’ father’s killer, and I’m repaying them by serving them like a slave in this life,” Lin Qinghuan said bluntly.
Lin Piaoxue's face turned pale and then red, and she said angrily, "Lin Qinghuan, how can you talk like that? Aren't your parents good to you?"
Lin Qinghuan sneered and said, "Sister, look at your clothes and then look at what I'm wearing, or look at your hands and then look at mine. Why deceive yourself?"
Lin Qinghuan wouldn't give the Lin family any face. Why should the original owner eat the worst food, do the most work, and still be subjected to emotional abuse?
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