Lin Qinghuan raised her eyebrows and looked at Wang Kun, saying, "Wang Kun, did you hear that? I didn't bully your goddess Lin Piaoxue. You're the idiot who misunderstood."
Lin Qinghuan patted Wang Kun's head as she spoke and continued to scold, "Is your brain a pig's brain? You've misunderstood Lin Piaoxue's meaning time and time again, causing me to suffer undeserved disasters. I've been bullied for so many years, how am I supposed to repay you?"
Wang Kun was both ashamed and angry. He was ashamed that Lin Qinghuan had humiliated him in front of everyone, and angry that Lin Piaoxue had watched him being scolded by Lin Qinghuan without saying a word and hadn't stood up for him.
Wang Kun felt extremely wronged. Why? Why did Lin Piaoxue treat him like this? He had been devoted to Lin Piaoxue for ten years, treating her with all his heart, but Lin Piaoxue dismissed his efforts with a single sentence of misunderstanding, making his sincerity a joke. How pathetic he was.
Thinking of this, Wang Kun's lips curled into a mocking yet bitter smile. If he had misunderstood, why didn't Lin Piaoxue speak up? Why did she watch her own sister being bullied by them for more than ten years?
Lin Qinghuan stood up, kicked Wang Kun, and said with disdain, "Simp, simp, you'll end up with nothing. And you're a vicious dog, a disgusting thing. Your mother must have been holding you in for too long when she gave birth to you, turning you into an idiot."
"You..." Wang Kun was speechless with anger.
Qin Zhen couldn't help but laugh when he heard Lin Qinghuan's cursing. Lin Qinghuan's cursing was quite venomous, but it was well said.
Seeing how badly Wang Kun was being abused by Lin Qinghuan, Li Jian couldn't help but recall how he had twice fallen into Lin Qinghuan's hands, and his eyes turned to Lin Qinghuan with apprehension.
Lin Qinghuan looked at Lin Piaoxue with a mocking gaze and asked, "My dear sister, Wang Kun misunderstood. Why didn't you remind him? Why didn't you stop him? Why did you let him bully me for more than ten years?"
Lin Piaoxue's expression was rather unpleasant, and she stammered, "Qinghuan, I thought you had offended Wang Kun and the others, which is why they attacked you."
Lin Qinghuan asked, "Sister, you're often with Wang Kun. Have you ever asked him how I offended him, why you just watched me get beaten up, or why you didn't stop him? I'm your own sister!"
Lin Piaoxue's eyes darted around, avoiding Lin Qinghuan's gaze. She had tricked Wang Kun into going after Lin Qinghuan, so how could she possibly stop him? She wished Lin Qinghuan would be beaten to death by Wang Kun, so that no one would compete with her for favor anymore.
Qin Zhen looked at Lin Piaoxue with disgust and disdain. He felt disgusted just looking at such a selfish and vicious woman.
Lin Piaoxue caught a glimpse of Qin Zhen's expression and her heart tightened. She realized that Qin Zhen disliked her because of Lin Qinghuan.
Lin Piaoxue felt a surge of resentment towards Lin Qinghuan for shattering her dream of marrying into a wealthy family.
Lin Piaoxue disliked Lin Qinghuan from a young age and felt a strong aversion to her, believing that Lin Qinghuan shouldn't be alive. Despite years of open and covert struggles, Lin Qinghuan lived tenaciously, like a blade of grass.
Lin Piaoxue clenched her fist. She couldn't give up; she longed for a life of luxury.
Lin Piaoxue suppressed her emotions and said righteously, "Qinghuan, you are my sister, but Wang Kun is my good friend. We grew up together and I consider him my family. I don't want to get involved in your disputes."
Lin Qinghuan scoffed and said, "Wang Kun, Li Jian, Li Bing, Wang Xiao... they are all your relatives. Your sister has so many relatives."
Qin Zhen then said, "Lin Piaoxue, people have different degrees of closeness. No matter how good your relationship is with Wang Kun and the others, Lin Qinghuan is your own sister, your blood-related sister. How can you watch your own sister be bullied? What man would dare to marry a relative who always thinks of outsiders like you?"
Lin Piaoxue's face turned pale, her lips moved, and she tried her best to explain, "Qin Zhen, I just wanted to treat everything fairly, I didn't think of anything else."
Lin Qinghuan scoffed and said, "Be fair in everything, Lin Piaoxue. Aren't you ashamed to say such things? I'm younger than you, but I've been working since I was five. I've done all kinds of work, from housework to farm work. But you eat well, dress well, never lift a finger, and yet you maliciously ruin my reputation, saying all sorts of nonsense, using your beauty to get your suitors to target me. How dare you stand in front of me and say such high-sounding things? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Lin Piaoxue's face turned pale and then flushed, like a palette of colors, and she looked at Lin Qinghuan as if she were an enemy.
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