“Aunt Qin, really? Then I want this, this, and this… Oh, I like this one too!”

Lin Yuxin immediately forgot her sadness upon hearing this.

She stepped forward quickly, not waiting for Wang Siqin to give anything voluntarily.

Instead, she reached out and started taking accessories from Wang Siqin’s head, hands, and body.

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing?”

Wang Siqin tried to stop her, but it was useless—she wasn’t as strong as Lin Yuxin.

Hairpins, earrings, bracelets, and the pendant at her waist—Lin Yuxin took every single one without missing a piece.

Afterward, she beamed at Wang Siqin and said with a bright smile:

“Thank you, Aunt Qin. You’re so kind! This truly feels like home.”

Wang Siqin, however, was on the verge of a breakdown.

Now, she had no jewelry on her at all and looked as if she had fallen into hard times.

“You… you…!”

Wang Siqin pointed at Lin Yuxin, her finger trembling. She was so furious that she couldn’t even form a complete sentence.

Zhao Hanya had a hint of amusement in her eyes, while Lin Shaoyang lowered his head, his shoulders shaking violently as he tried to suppress his laughter.

At that moment, Lin Xiongan entered with Lin Qianqian. Sensing the strange atmosphere, he asked in confusion:

“What’s going on?”

Lin Qianqian, who followed behind him, also saw Wang Siqin’s disheveled state and gasped.

She quickly walked over to support Wang Siqin, asking worriedly:

“Aunt Qin, what happened? Are you alright?”

Seeing Lin Xiongan arrive, Wang Siqin instantly felt emboldened.

Her eyes reddened, and she immediately looked at Lin Xiongan with tearful eyes as she said:

“Cousin An, Yuxin asked me for a gift as a meeting present, so I let her take whatever she liked. Who knew… sob sob sob Cousin An, don’t blame Yuxin, it’s my fault as an elder for not making things clear.”

[This old green tea, a little green tea, and a scumbag—what a perfect trio of trash!]

Lin Yuxin, holding the accessories she had just taken, casually placed them on a nearby table, preparing to watch the drama unfold.

Hmm… She thought she should start keeping some sunflower seeds on hand

Watching a show without snacks just felt soulless.

“You unfilial daughter! How could you do something so outrageous? Aunt Qin is your elder, yet you stripped her of all her jewelry—what kind of behavior is that? Return them to Aunt Qin immediately!”

Lin Xiongan roared at Lin Yuxin, his face dark with anger.

“Lin Xiongan, why are you shouting at my daughter? You just admitted that Siqin is an elder. Isn’t it natural for elders to give gifts to juniors? Once something is given, it can’t be taken back! Or do you want to bring disgrace to both the Shangshu Manor and the Wang family?”

Zhao Hanya immediately stood up, her expression cold and furious, as she defended her daughter.

“You call that giving? That was robbery! Just look at Siqin—she has nothing left on her! And look at all the jewelry in her hands and on the table! Typical countryside behavior—absolutely no manners!”

Lin Xiongan didn’t care about anything else.

All he knew was that everything Zhao Hanya and Wang Siqin owned belonged to him.

If this little brat dared to take from him, she was making herself his enemy.

Zhao Hanya had always known that Lin Xiongan was selfish, but she didn’t expect him to be this heartless.

“Lin Xiongan, am I your wife, or is she your wife? Why are you defending her at every turn?”

Her voice was cold as she asked the question.

“You… What nonsense are you talking about?!”

Lin Xiongan reacted as if he had been stepped on, flying into a rage.

Looking at the man she had lived with for over a decade, Zhao Hanya suddenly felt tired.

She had married him for specific reasons, without much affection, but once she was wed, she had resolved to be a good wife and mother.

Yet, she now realized her devotion had been wasted.

This man was truly despicable.

Over the past few days, she had learned the truth about many things from Yuxin but had yet to verify them.

She had been willing to maintain the marriage as long as she wasn’t pushed too far.

Now, it seemed she had to find a way to reclaim her dowry and divorce him—driving him out with nothing. Otherwise, her children would suffer under his influence.

Having made up her mind, Zhao Hanya felt relieved and lighter.

[Hmm? Why does Mother seem happier? Did me taking those green tea accessories cheer her up? Should I add fuel to the fire to make her even happier?]

Lin Yuxin’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she tilted her head and innocently asked:

“Father, isn’t it obvious? Look! Sister Qianqian and Aunt Qin look so alike, as if they were carved from the same mold. The three of you standing together really look like a family of three!”

The three people on the opposite side instantly panicked—lowering their heads, avoiding eye contact, and looking guilty.

Anyone with eyes could see that something was off.

Lin Xiongan’s breathing became erratic. Flustered, he shouted:

“You wretched girl! How dare you slander your own father! I’ll beat you to death today!”

He stormed toward Lin Yuxin, raising his hand to slap her.

“Yuxin!”

“Little Sister!”

Lin Yuxin reached into her pocket and took out a silver needle, prepared to paralyze him with a single strike.

But before she could act, someone beat her to it.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Zhao Hanya grabbed Lin Xiongan’s hand, then delivered a swift kick to his abdomen, sending him flying.

“Ahhh!”

“Cousin An!”

“Father!”

Amidst the shocked cries, Lin Xiongan lay on the floor, dazed.

“Lin Xiongan, if you dare lay a finger on my daughter, try me!”

Zhao Hanya glared at him with icy determination.

“Sister Lin! How could you be so ruthless? He’s your husband! Cousin An, are you alright?”

Wang Siqin rushed to Lin Xiongan’s side, looking furious at Zhao Hanya—her expression akin to a wife grieving over her husband’s injury.

“Lin Xiongan, you knew what I was capable of when you married me. I never asked much from you, but if you dare harm my children, I won’t hesitate to destroy you!”

Zhao Hanya made her stance clear, showing no intention of backing down.

“You…! You shrew! Do as you please!”

Lin Xiongan, still in pain from the kick and somewhat intimidated by Zhao Hanya, allowed Wang Siqin and Lin Qianqian to help him up before storming out.

After they left, Zhao Hanya sat down silently, lost in thought.

“Mother, are you okay?”

Lin Yuxin asked with concern.

“I’m fine. Just thinking about how fate plays tricks on people.”

Zhao Hanya smiled faintly, reassuring them.

“Mother, forget Father. Oh, by the way, that kick you gave him was so cool! Mother, do you know martial arts?”

Lin Yuxin’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

“Yes, I learned from your grandfather. He even took me to the battlefield when I was younger.”

As Zhao Hanya recalled her past, her eyes shone brightly.

[Sigh… Mother is like an eagle, trapped in a tiny cage. I’ll find a way to set her free.]

Lin Shaoyang also looked at his mother with deep sympathy.

“Alright, it’s late. You two should go rest.”

Seeing Zhao Hanya looking weary, Lin Yuxin placed an herbal sachet under her pillow.

“Mother, this is an herbal pouch to help you sleep well. By morning, everything will feel better.”