Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Undutiful Son (2)_1 Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Undutiful Son (2)_1 Watching her father’s heartbreak, Lin Yuan nudged Lin Changqing, asking him to carry her father back into the house, while Lady Liu also entered the house with Lin Wei’s assistance.
With all the family members gone, when Lin Yuan looked again at her so-called uncle, her eyes were full of mockery: “Oh, since there’s no relation anymore, I’d ask Old Master Lin to leave with your family quickly.
Crying and wailing in my courtyard, people might think I’m the ‘Little Disaster Star’ who’s cursed them, and that would really be troublesome!”
“Little Disaster Star!
Quit your sarcastic remarks!
All the trouble in our family has been caused by your curse!” Lin Jiazhong grabbed Lady Yang, who was still wailing on Lin Jianling’s body, and pushed her into the arms of his own wife: “Take mother home quickly!
We’ve been kicked out and you’re still clinging on, how thick-skinned can you be!”
It was rare for Lin Jiazhong to lose his temper , and Lady Yang was stunned for a moment, halting her cries, feeling that this son was very different from usual.
Li Feng’e lingered on the side, neither stopping nor helping.
After all, her man wasn’t home—how could she, a younger sister-in-law, contradict her elder brother-in-law?
Lin Yuan watched silently as Lady Yang was dragged away by force; she planted herself in front of Lin Jiazhong with hands on her hips, small in stature but not in presence: “Master Lin, there’s something I’d like to remind you.
First of all, whatever happened in your family occurred after our relationship had been severed, so it’s got nothing to do with me!
Secondly, should any disaster or trouble befall your household in the future, please keep your filth away from me, just as you’ve said—we have no relation.
Whatever happens to you is none of my business!”
Lin Jiazhong opened his mouth to retort but saw Lin Yuan wave her hand and continue: “And the most important point, if my family makes a fortune and earns money in the future, I’d ask you people not to come fawning over me!
Even if you’re begging, please steer clear of my household.
We don’t have spare grain to give away to a pack of ingrates!”
These words completely enraged Lin Jiazhong: “You impertinent girl, harbinger of disaster!
Who are you calling ingrates?
Listen well, I, Lin Jiazhong, would rather starve to death than beg from you!
Humph!” With that, Lin Jiazhong swept his sleeve and, dragging his wobbly-legged eldest son, prepared to go home.
The village elder intended to mediate but before he could speak, Lin Jiazhong rejected him outright: “No need for words, village elder.
My father’s already in such a state, even Hua Tuo reborn couldn’t save him.
Instead of wasting silver attempting to save him, it’s better to quickly find a way to save my son!”
So saying, he summoned a few men he was close with to help carry his father onto the cart, yet he didn’t lift a finger himself.
The saliva dripped from Lin Jianling’s mouth to the ground, and without even wiping it, he already turned and walked ahead.
The village elder shook his head in frustration and felt helpless.
If a son didn’t care for his own father, what could an outsider like him say?
After advising Lin Yuan to take good care of her parents, he too left.
With the spectacle over, the crowd that had gathered in the courtyard had mostly dispersed.
Aunt Chen, Chen Zhu’s mother, lingered until the end, wanting to speak to Lin Yuan, but she was clubbed in the back by Old man Chen: “What are you looking at!
Struck by him, Aunt Chen trembled, gritted her teeth, and didn’t dare utter a word.
She didn’t dare lift her head again and quickly left.
Watching from behind, Lin Yuan saw clearly and always deeply despised such men who treated their wives like old mothers to order about, especially today’s Old Chen who had added fuel to the fire against her.
In the past, she would have let go his few words about her, but today’s incident was something she couldn’t swallow.
People in the village didn’t know Chen Zhu’s father’s name; the old man wasn’t sociable either, so everyone just called him Old Chen.
In the past, Lin Yuan would courteously call him Uncle Chen out of respect for Chen Zhu, but now.
You’re just leaving like that?”
Old Chen paused his steps and snorted coldly, too lazy to turn around, he grunted sourly: “What, Little Disaster Star, still delude yourself about entering the Chen household?
Let me tell you, even if you hadn’t eloped today, our Chen family wouldn’t accept you, not even if I were dead will I let you step through our door!
My Zhu Zi is meant to be a Scholar one day and marry a Young Lady; a country bumpkin like you better give up your dreams of being an Official wife!”
Lin Yuan couldn’t help but laugh at his words.
Such high self-esteem this old man had.
When had she ever stated she must enter the Chen household?
And he dreams of becoming a Scholar—Chen Zhu, that Little White Face, at best, might spout a few literary phrases to dupe these unsuspecting rural elders, even deeming him a Scholar would be an overestimation, let alone dreaming of marrying a Young Lady.
He doesn’t consider that they looked down on her, calling her a country bumpkin, yet don’t they belong to the same category?
Even if the Young Lady could fancy Chen Zhu, she wouldn’t fancy his whole family; indeed, even if Chen Zhu were to gain favor, perhaps it would be as a son-in-law!
Thinking this, Lin Yuan also spoke her mind: “Right, I am a country bumpkin, and you’re from a great family.
How could a lowly weed like me match up to your precious porcelain pot?
So it’s better for you to plant a fresh flower in it.
Oh, and don’t forget to get some cow dung to fertilize it.
It’d be such a waste for a fine flower to be ruined by your care.”
“You, you Little Disaster Star!” Old Chen had never experienced Lin Yuan’s sharp tongue before and was indeed red-faced with anger.
In the past, Lin Yuan, smitten with Chen Zhu, treated him with great respect.
Later, since Old Chen had not offended her, she ignored him entirely.
But now, since this old man had joined with Lin Jian and that distasteful crowd to insult her, she wouldn’t hold back in her response.
Unable to argue with her, Old Chen stomped off in a huff.
Watching him flee in disarray, Xia Zheng, who had silently witnessed the entire drama, couldn’t contain his mirth—this girl’s tongue he had experienced quite a few times, indeed she was a thorny rose!
Hearing Xia Zheng’s chuckling laughter, Lin Yuan raised the corner of her mouth, turned around leisurely, and said slowly: “So you’re the Young Master of the Fuman Building.
In that case, my lord, it seems about time for us to settle our accounts.”