Lin Qinghuan picked up the large red floral dress and compared it to her own. She then noticed the black flat leather shoes under Lin Piaoxue's bed. Her eyes lit up, and she walked to Lin Piaoxue's bedside, bent down, picked up the shoes, and said, "If you have pretty clothes, you should at least have a decent pair of shoes to match them."
Lin Qinghuan didn't want to dress in a mismatched way; if she were to wear a skirt with cloth shoes, wouldn't people laugh their heads off?
Lin Piaoxue saw the leather shoes in Lin Qinghuan's hand. They were a gift from her aunt who had married into the city, but she disliked them because they were flat and never really liked wearing them. Since Lin Qinghuan liked them, she decided to give them to her to avoid any trouble she might cause.
Lin's mother looked at the leather shoes in Lin Qinghuan's hand with a pained expression; Piaoxue had only worn these shoes a few times.
Lin's mother frowned and said unhappily, "Why did you insist on choosing Piaoxue's leather shoes? Couldn't you have chosen other shoes?"
Lin Qinghuan smiled and said, "Then I'll choose those red mid-heel leather shoes."
"No way," Lin Piaoxue quickly refused.
Lin Piaoxue is only 1.58 meters tall, less than 1.6 meters. She likes shoes with high heels to make her look taller and more imposing, which is why she didn't say anything when Lin Qinghuan was choosing black leather shoes.
Furthermore, Lin Qinghuan is taller than her. If Lin Qinghuan wears high heels, wouldn't she look like a dwarf when standing next to her?
Lin Qinghuan let go, and the black leather shoe fell to the ground. She said shamelessly, "I'm not going to the city with Wei Xiao. Let Lin Piaoxue go by herself!"
Looking at Lin Qinghuan's face, which resembled her deceased mother-in-law's, Lin's mother was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She hated Lin Qinghuan just as much as that dead mother-in-law.
Lin Qinghuan's eyes flickered. It seemed as if her mother was looking at someone through her. Suddenly, Lin Qinghuan thought of her deceased grandmother. Her mother must be looking at her deceased grandmother through her.
Lin's mother and grandmother were at odds, and since the original owner looked remarkably like her grandmother, she became the target of Lin's mother's anger.
Holy crap! Lin Qinghuan felt terrible at this thought. Damn it, why did you have to drag the original owner into this battle between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law? Wasn't the original owner just cannon fodder?
Lin Qinghuan finally understood how cannon fodder came to be—innocent people were implicated.
Lin Qinghuan felt indignant on behalf of the original owner. Why, why should the innocent original owner be treated like this? You mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fight, what does it have to do with the original owner? Grandma Lin has been dead for so many years, yet Lin's mother still yells at Lin Qinghuan all the time.
A hint of anger flashed across Lin Qinghuan's tears as she stared straight at her mother and said, "Mom, I never imagined Grandma would have such a wealthy friend. She looks like someone who's extremely rich and powerful. No wonder Grandma looks down on you."
Lin's mother was so angry that her eyes turned red. What she hated most was the way Grandma Lin looked at her from a high and mighty position, as if she were an ant.
Lin Piaoxue held her mother's wrist and advised, "Mom, please don't get angry. Getting angry will harm your health."
Lin Qinghuan watched as her mother trembled with anger, showing no remorse whatsoever. Her mother was in excellent health, and she couldn't possibly be driven mad by her anger.
Lin Qinghuan deliberately tilted her head to look at her mother, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Mom, why are you looking at me so angrily? Did I say something wrong?"
"What do you think?" Lin's mother asked in return.
Lin Qinghuan honestly replied, "No! We can go to the city, and my sister has the opportunity to find a rich man in a big city. This is all thanks to Grandma. Grandma must have been a rich young lady before. It's normal that she looks down on you for being rude and uncultured."
At this point, Lin Qinghuan suddenly realized what was going on, covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Mom, you're not angry because Grandma looks down on you."
Lin's mother said through gritted teeth, "Shouldn't I be angry?"
"Mom, how could you do this? Grandma is your mother-in-law. It's disrespectful to your mother-in-law and violates traditional feminine virtues. This is wrong," Lin Qinghuan said righteously.
Suppressing her anger, Lin's mother said, "What a load of rubbish! This is a new society now; the old ways don't work anymore."
Lin Qinghuan said in a serious tone, "Mom, filial piety is the most important thing. It will never change in any era. If a person doesn't even have filial piety, what's the difference between him and an animal?"
Lambs kneel to suckle their mothers, and crows submit to their parents' commands. If we abandon even filial piety, aren't we worse than animals?
Lin's mother's face was contorted with rage. This wretched girl was just as annoying as that old hag!
Lin Piaoxue looked at Lin Qinghuan and said, "Qinghuan, you know that people should be filial, but where is your filial piety?"
Lin Qinghuan rolled her eyes. Her mother wasn't her biological mother, so what was the point of talking about filial piety? But this body was related to her mother by blood, so her mother was her mother, and she had no choice.
Lin Qinghuan looked at her mother and Lin Piaoxue and slowly said, "If parents are not kind, their children can be unfilial; if older siblings are not friendly, younger siblings can be disrespectful. This is called the influence of superiors on inferiors."
Lin's mother and Lin Piaoxue were speechless after being rebuked by Lin Qinghuan, and their faces turned very ugly.
Lin Qinghuan changed into a skirt, put on socks, and slipped on leather shoes, instantly transforming into a radiant and glowing woman.
Looking at Lin Qinghuan in her finest attire, Lin's mother seemed to see her mother-in-law, a woman of noble bearing.
Jealousy flashed in Lin Piaoxue's eyes; she wished she could immediately strip Lin Qinghuan of her clothes, but she couldn't, and dared not.
Lin Qinghuan smiled gently, her beauty beyond compare. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Mom, sister, am I pretty?"
Lin's mother said coldly, "It's hideous."
Lin Qinghuan smiled sweetly and said confidently, "Mom, it's not good to lie. I saw amazement in your eyes."
"My dear sister, thank you for your new clothes. I love them! Thanks!" Lin Qinghuan said to Lin Piaoxue with a smile.
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