Lin Siyu had just been entwined with Li Chengzhi in the teahouse and was in an excellent mood when she suddenly heard a familiar voice. Her pretty little face instantly contorted. How could she not recognize that voice after hearing it for over ten years?
However, Lin Siyu had no intention of turning back. She pretended not to hear and continued walking straight towards the door, even quickening her pace slightly.
Panpan, who was following behind, looked back curiously and saw a man covered in dust, limping and staggering towards them. He was running so frantically that he nearly knocked over a nearby basket of vegetables, eliciting a round of curses from the middle-aged man delivering them.
Panpan glanced at Lin Siyu with suspicion—she was certain the man was calling out for "sister," referring to her. But why wasn’t she turning round?
The fat woman had been watching coldly. Seeing that Lin Siyu didn’t turn back, she wasn’t sure whether the man was indeed her poor relative, so she too pretended not to hear and continued to fawn over Lin Siyu with laughter.
Lin Yongcheng, seeing that his sister wasn’t turning back, was momentarily unsure whether she really was Lin Siyu. Fortunately, just as she was about to enter the back door, he dashed forward and grabbed Lin Siyu’s sleeve with his grimy hand.
Lin Siyu was both angry and anxious, shaking off her sleeve furiously: "Lin Yongcheng, let go of me!"
Lin Yongcheng let out a ha, laughing cheerfully, "I knew it! How could I possibly mistake my own sister? Sis, you really made me wait!"
Lin Siyu couldn’t be bothered with him and kept shaking her sleeve. With old women and maids around the back door, even if Lin Yongcheng was her own brother, this kind of pulling and tugging was utterly indecorous!
Lin Siyu’s eyebrows were furrowed upside down, but her tone became much softer: "Big brother, why have you come? Weren’t you studying at the school? Let go of my hand first. How can I talk to you looking ?"
"Hmph, you think you can fool me? What if you run off as soon as I let go?" How well did Lin Yongcheng know his own sister? Ever since she entered Master Magistrate’s household, she had cut off contact with her family. If it was because the rules of the Li Mansion forbade contact with family, such lies might have worked at first. But soon enough, none of them believed it. Even Li Feng’e’s aunt managed to visit home from time to time. A Little Concubine, no matter how restricted, couldn’t possibly sever ties with her family, right?
Lin Yongcheng had come to realize that it was this wretched girl who didn’t want to see them.
"My dearest little sister, tsk tsk, look at your clothes, must be at least five taels of silver, right? And what about the hairpin on your head, is it made of gold? Tsk tsk, entering Master Magistrate’s door has really set you apart, truly envy-inducing!"
Honestly, Lin Yongcheng felt quite annoyed with his sister. Other families’ parents and siblings could bask in their daughter’s success, but in their family, they couldn’t even see her face.
Looking at his sister’s face flushed with anger and shame, Lin Yongcheng suddenly thought of their cousin Xiao Linshuang, the Little Disaster Star of the second uncle’s family. Despite her hot temper, she was really kind to her relatives. Just the other day, he saw the five-year-old Xiao Linshuang casually give away two taels of silver, richer than he, a grown man.
Where did she get that silver? Of course, it was given by Lin Yuan, the Little Disaster Star!
Look how others treat their sisters, and then look at how his own sister treats her brother. It’s enough to make one die of envy!
Lin Siyu immediately sensed the hidden message in Lin Yongcheng’s words. She glanced at the servants busy at the back door and saw nothing but disdain in their flickering eyes. Lin Siyu’s face flushed, and she let Lin Yongcheng pull on her sleeve, guiding him to a place far from the back door.