Her father thought it was destiny that sent him to save Ya Molian, never expecting that Brother Molian would take the day he had been rescued as his rebirth.
Actually, she felt there was nothing wrong with thinking that way.
What did it matter if a few people didn’t want him? There were plenty around him who would treat him well, blood-related or not, it truly was insignificant.
"So that’s how it is."
She didn’t say anything more, just carried on with her work at hand.
Days passed, another day and two nights.
In the early morning, Lin Changfeng prepared to leave with a bundle, under the gaze of his family members.
Yet just as he was sent out of the yard, a carriage rolled up beside him, the coachman conveniently stopping right in front of him. The Lins wore puzzled expressions, looking at the carriage that had inexplicably halted at their doorstep.
"What’s this all about, it’s blocking my brother’s path, don’t they know?" Lin Caiqing immediately showed displeasure when she saw the carriage stopping.
Today was supposed to be a cheerful day to see their eldest brother off to the examination, but a sudden carriage blockage had made the atmosphere tense.
Villagers tend to pay attention to such details, thinking this carriage brought bad luck, possibly taking away the good fortune of Lin Changfeng’s journey to the examination.
So, even though Lin Caiqing wanted to keep a smile on her face, she couldn’t manage it now.
"It’s okay, Qing’er, I can just walk a few steps further. Dad, I’ll wait for you over there," Lin Changfeng said with a light laugh, comforting his sister before turning to Lin Baiyi, who was about to step out of the carriage.
Having said that, he was ready to stride over to the road and wait there.
But in this moment, Lin Baiyi, who hadn’t yet managed to move the ox cart out of the gate, found himself in a dilemma.
With the carriage blocking the way , how would he be able to leave?
Could it be that the carriage was sent by the Zhou family on purpose to cause them trouble? If that was the case, that would be truly despicable. The Lin family wouldn’t be bullied so easily.
"Third Uncle, why are you driving the ox cart?"
Just as Lin Baiyi was about to argue with the coachman of the carriage, he heard a familiar voice from behind them.
Everyone turned their heads only to hear Lin Caisang had already come out of her room.
"Sangsang, what is this..."
Lu Qiubo looked at his granddaughter, somewhat dazed.
Her granddaughter’s attire made her think of her late daughter-in-law, who had also been so dazzling, as if any woman standing behind her would be overshadowed and dull.
"Sister Sangsang? Is it really Sister Sangsang?"
Lin Caiqing was even more thrilled, rushing over and grabbing Lin Caisang’s arm, shaking it excitedly.
"Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, look at Sister Sangsang, she’s so beautiful! No one in our village can compare to our Sister Sangsang!" she said, showing a proud expression on her face.
On the side, one of the Lins, while looking at Lin Caisang’s outfit, couldn’t help but shudder.
That person was Lin Changhong, Lin Caisang’s own brother.
He couldn’t help it; after all, the two siblings shared the same face. Upon seeing his sister’s attire, the first thing that came to Lin Changhong’s mind was not that his sister had grown up, but...
If his sister’s clothes were worn by him, wouldn’t he look the same?
The thought was truly terrifying. How could his parents have made him look exactly like his sister as if they were cast in the same mold? Couldn’t they have made them a bit more distinctive?