C13 – Paranoia


    This wasn’t the first time the old matriarch had voiced such sentiments, yet every listener couldn’t help but feel moved by her nostalgia, even her own grandson, Sun, found it touching, despite being rted by blood. It was truly remarkable.


    “Grandma, this silver was a gift from Li Fu Lang. I have the right to use it as I see fit. Do I need your permission?” Lin Yuxing replied icily.


    Being an outsider, he remained unaffected by her words, harboring no expectations from such a heartless and disloyal person.


    “You wastrel! Any woman who marries you will be doomed. Boss, don’t tell me you condone this?” The old matriarch fumed, her anger palpable. Sharp-tongued Yu often faced her wrath and could only seek refuge under the boss’s protection.


    Eldest Lin interjected with a hint of grievance, “Ah Yao, Yu is your own son.” It was one thing for him to suffer, but why use the Yu family’s silver for Lan? Besides, there was no certainty whether Lan was truly unwell.


    The old matriarch countered sharply, “Boss, I already threw him out when he was chased away by his own father. I won’t tolerate such a lecherous son.”


    Eldest Lin attempted to interject, but was silenced by his brother, who couldn’t help but defend, “Yu ims he only aids the injured, and his master relocated to the capital. Mother, how can you speak of Yu in such a manner?”


    What if his brother still wished to marry in the future? While others might overlook it, admitting that Yu was his own mother-inw chilled his heart. Apart from his youngest son, his brother was perhaps the only other person he truly cared for.


    “There’s no evidence. Who’s to say if his ims are true? If they were, why didn’t Li Fu Lang properly annul the engagement?” The old matriarch harbored longstanding disdain for Soong Qinghee.


    Married into the family for several years, this man was fated to remain childless.


    “Have you no words? If you can’t produce sons like us, don’t me me for favoring the youngest. In the future, you’ll rely on the youngest to offer ancestral rites. Instead of offeringpensation, why not have him sit for the Elementary Schr exam?” The old matriarch spoke with earnest sincerity.


    Having borne three children, two sons—Lao Er perished in battle—while the boss proved incapable of producing male heirs, leaving the rest of the family lineage to the old three households. If this wasn’t sufficient, what more did he expect from the boss?


    “So, in your heart, this brat is the real deal? If that’s the case, why did you request two taels of silver from our family to aid Lan?” Lin Yuxing’s tone turned confrontational as he posed a question in return.


    This grandmother of his dared not provoke him, yet she had the audacity to mistreat his parents. It fueled his anger.


    “Lan is beyond yourprehension, wastrel.” The old matriarch eyed his crippled leg. “Boss, hurry and fetch the silver. I, your Ah Yao, am unwell.” Regardless, he needed to secure a tael of silver from the elders, especially with the elder son about to return to the vige.


    “Feeling unwell? Grandma, you seem full of vigor. Why don’t I demonstrate?” Lin Yuxing grinned, “If there’s anything wrong with my legs, it just so happens I have some medicine for you.”