Li Changqing was surprised to see Lin Qinghuan at the morgue entrance. His expression froze for a moment, then he suddenly grabbed Lin Qinghuan's arm. "Qinghuan, my Xiaojian committed suicide, and Qiangzi ran away from home. My family is ruined. Your Aunt Cuihua actually wanted to hit Lin Piaoxue, but she didn't expect Lin Piaoxue to pull your second brother in front of her. It was too late to stop, and she accidentally hurt your second brother. She already knows she was wrong. Can you ask your grandfather not to sue your Aunt Cuihua and let her go home to see Xiaojian one last time?"
Looking at Li Changqing's pitiful and distressed state inside, Lin Qinghuan thought of Li Changqing and Wang Cuihua—both shrewd and selfish, but not truly wicked—and sighed, saying, "I'll mention it to my grandfather, but whether he agrees or not, I don't know."
Li Changqing knew that Grandpa Lin valued Lin Qinghuan highly. If Lin Qinghuan was willing to mention it, Grandpa Lin might really stop suing Wang Cuihua. He thanked her repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you, Qinghuan."
Li Changqing was a proud man his whole life. Lin Qinghuan looked at Li Changqing's humble appearance now, his back was bent, and his hair had turned white overnight, making him look more than ten years older. She felt very complicated.
The father is to blame for not teaching his son properly. Li Changqing and Wang Cuihua spoiled and indulged Li Jian, which led to his current predicament. Li Changqing and Wang Cuihua bear some responsibility, but their love for Li Jian is undeniable.
“Uncle Li, you still have Brother Qiangzi. Brother Qiangzi is so filial. After a while, he will come back home after he has thought things through. He will definitely not abandon you and Auntie.”
Li Changqing wiped away his tears and said gratefully, "Thank you for your kind words. I hope Qiangzi can come home soon."
Lin Qinghuan said, "Yes." As she spoke, she saw the caregiver pushing Lin Piaoxue's body out, said "Goodbye," and followed the gurney out of the morgue with Lin Fu.
Lin Fu took a few steps, then looked back at Li Changqing. His eyes were filled with sympathy and a hint of pity.
The saddest thing in life is for parents to outlive their children. Li Jian and Lin Piaoxue's deaths ended everything, and with time, everyone will forget them. Only their parents will live in pain forever and never forget them.
Baiyun Village
Just as Lin Qinghuan and the others brought Lin Piaoxue's body home, Lin Fusheng arrived with his men, seeking justice for Lin Yu.
Lin Qinghuan looked at the menacing group of people and pointed at Lin Piaoxue's body, saying, "You all know what Lin Yu did to Lin Piaoxue, otherwise Lin Piaoxue wouldn't have tried to kill Lin Yu. Moreover, Lin Yu has already retaliated and seriously injured Lin Piaoxue. The hospital has issued several critical condition notices."
Lin Qinghuan pointed to Lin Piaoxue's corpse as she spoke, "Lin Piaoxue is dead now. If you are still angry, her body is right here. Do you want to dismember her body or burn it? We will not stop you."
Lin Fusheng was stunned, completely taken aback by Lin Qinghuan's words. It was so different from what he had imagined.
Seeing the surprised and unexpected expression on Lin Fusheng's face, Lin Qinghuan continued, "We won't pursue this, but the police might, since insulting a corpse is a criminal offense!"
Lin Fusheng and his relatives instinctively moved away from Lin Piaoxue's body.
Lin Qinghuan sighed inwardly. Lin Yu had been killed by Lin Piaoxue, and Lin Dafeng and Lin Feng were separated by two lives. Their marriage might be in vain.
Grandpa Lin looked at Lin Fusheng with a stern face. "Lin Fusheng, what exactly do you want by bringing people here to cause trouble? Do you want money, or do you want Lin Piaoxue to pay with her life? If you wanted Lin Piaoxue to pay with her life, she's already dead. You've gotten what you wanted, so you can leave now."
Lin Fusheng and his relatives looked at Lin Piaoxue under the white cloth and fell silent.
Lin Qinghuan looked at the silent Lin Fusheng and said, "Li Jian killed himself, and Lin Piaoxue is dead too. With them dead, all grudges are settled. We're all from the same village, and we'll run into each other again soon. Why not turn hostility into friendship..."
Lin Fusheng sighed. If Lin Piaoxue hadn't died, they could still make a fuss, but since Lin Piaoxue was dead, there was no point in making a fuss anymore.
When Lin Dafeng heard that Lin Fusheng had brought relatives and friends to cause trouble at Lin Feng's house, she rushed into the Lin family's courtyard. Lin Qinghuan looked at the panting Lin Dafeng, who had lost a lot of weight because of Lin Yu's death.
Lin Dafeng walked up to Lin Fusheng and said, "Grandpa, respect the dead and let them rest in peace. If there's anything, let's talk about it privately after the funeral. Don't let outsiders laugh at us."
Thinking of Lin Feng and Lin Dafeng's marriage, Lin Fusheng's heavy heart grew even heavier. He said helplessly, "Grandpa will listen to you. We'll talk about it after the burial."
Lin Qinghuan walked up to Lin Dafeng, looked at her worn-out clothes, took out two hundred yuan from her pocket and put it in Lin Dafeng's hand. "I don't want to say who is right and who is wrong, but I know that you, your two younger brothers and your mother are innocent. I know you have had a hard life. Take this two hundred yuan and use it to arrange your father's funeral so that he can be laid to rest."
Lin Dafeng clutched the money tightly in her hand, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Her family was indeed broke; when relatives and friends came to attend the funeral, they simply couldn't afford to host a banquet. The two hundred yuan here was just what they needed in the short term.
"Thank you!" Lin Dafeng said.
"No need to thank me!" Lin Qinghuan said.
Lin Dafeng took the money and said to Lin Fusheng, "Grandpa, let's go home."
Looking at the haggard Lin Dafeng, Lin Fusheng said with heartache, "Okay, let's go home."
Lin Fusheng and his relatives looked at Lin Qinghuan with complicated expressions before walking out of the courtyard.
Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin rushed over from their home and met Lin Fusheng and his group at the gate of the courtyard, their faces showing wariness.
Uncle Lin strode into the yard and looked at the body lying there. His heart ached. Piaoxue, that child, had paid the price for her willfulness.
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