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“Lin Zhaodi—no, Lin Wanjun! You better explain everything clearly to my mother right now, or you’ll be a widow before the day is over!”
Song Zhanjin, still dodging the beating from his mother, clutched his head as he darted around like a panicked rat. When he caught sight of Lin Wanjun sitting on the sofa, discreetly covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, he felt both exasperated and amused.
This woman was clearly doing this on purpose to get back at him.
Divorce? Stepping aside? With her vengeful nature, she’d never just roll over and take the blame.
Lin Wanjun had always been the type who knew when to stop—once she made her point, she’d back off.
Now then… what kind of move would a stereotypical villainess pull in this situation?
Ah! Got it!
Just as Li Yuetang raised the rolling pin once more, ready to wallop her son again, Lin Wanjun suddenly flung herself forward with mock devotion and threw her arms in front of Song Zhanjin to shield him.
“Don’t hit him, Mother—if someone has to be punished, let it be me!”
Tears streamed down Lin Wanjun’s face like raindrops on pear blossoms. Looking delicate and wounded, she wrapped her arms around Song Zhanjin and turned her head to gaze back at Li Yuetang, who was forced to lower the rolling pin. Then, in the pitiful tone of a tragic old tale, she began to plead for sympathy.
“I was so foolish, truly. All I knew was to honor the engagement arranged by our elders and marry dutifully. I had no idea Zhanjin had already pledged his heart to Miss Dong…”
Just a moment ago, Song Zhanjin had been deeply grateful that she’d stepped in to protect him.
Now? “…”
Lin Wanjun, what kind of godforsaken nonsense are you spewing? What—are you trying to speed-run my funeral now?
Ancestor! My little ancestral demon! Please, I’m begging you—shut up!
As expected, Li Yuetang’s heart ached even more for her “innocent” daughter-in-law.
She tossed aside the rolling pin and marched forward, twisting Song Zhanjin’s ear with a vengeance, gritting her teeth as she scolded him.
“Listen! Open those dog ears of yours and listen! How could you not cherish a wife this good? Instead, you’re off fooling around with Dong Yingying?!”
On the side, Song Mingcheng hastily chimed in to support his wife.
“Exactly! You’ve hurt Junjun so deeply, and yet she still threw herself in front of you to protect you. A good wife like this—you couldn’t find another even with a lantern in broad daylight!”
Song Zhanjin was already numb.
Yes, yes, fine—you’re all right, every single one of you! I surrender, okay?!
Just then, Lin Wanjun—still wrapped around him from behind—gave a subtle twist of her wrist. With a light shift of force, she lost her balance and the next second, fell right into a warm embrace.
She looked up—and found herself staring into Song Zhanjin’s eyes, deep and steady, like a bottomless pool of water that threatened to drown her.
“Junjun, this is all my fault. Will you forgive me?”
He held her gently by the waist, so slender his fingers nearly met on the other side. His expression was all tenderness, but behind the smile was the glint of a blade.
Bit by bit, he lowered his head, leaning in closer and closer to Lin Wanjun’s face. Right there, in front of his own parents, he was about to kiss her.
Watching his face draw nearer, Lin Wanjun was panicking inside.
What the hell—why is this man suddenly going off-script?!
What’s this guy up to?
Wait—bro, are you seriously trying to sneak a kiss from me right now?!
Instinctively, Lin Wanjun tried to wriggle out of Song Zhanjin’s arms and make a run for it. They weren’t anywhere near close enough to be swapping saliva yet, alright?
But in that brief moment, she caught a fleeting glint of amusement in Song Zhanjin’s eyes.
Instead of pushing him away, her hand suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt, and in the blink of an eye—before he could react—she seized the initiative.
Lin Wanjun straightened up and yanked him toward her with surprising force.
She rose on tiptoe, leaning in with exaggerated affection, her expression more dramatic—and more nauseatingly sweet—than his.
“How could I not forgive you? You’re my heart, you’re my liver, you’re three-quarters of my whole life. Come, Husband, come—let’s kiss and make up!”
Looking at Lin Wanjun’s soft, luscious lips, catching the intoxicating scent of her breath, Song Zhanjin’s heart gave a violent jolt. His blood surged, and his pupils contracted sharply.
But just as she was about to press her lips to his, he panicked and jerked away.
“Mother and Father are watching—don’t mess around!”
His breath was uneven, his voice hoarse and trembling.
Off to the side, seeing her son and daughter-in-law seemingly reconciled, Li Yuetang covered her mouth to stifle a laugh and gave her husband a nudge.
“Look at us—no sense of timing at all! We didn’t even think to step out and give the kids some space!”
Song Mingcheng burst into hearty laughter.
“Yes, yes, we’ll be more mindful next time!”
But Lin Wanjun’s heart was pounding like a drum.
What if her gamble hadn’t paid off? She really would’ve ended up swapping saliva with Song Zhanjin…
Ew. So gross!
The internal conflict was temporarily resolved, but Li Yuetang wasn’t about to let her guard down.
After confirming that Song Zhanjin had no feelings for Dong Yingying—and that the two of them hadn’t crossed any lines—Li Yuetang marched straight to the Dong household with Lin Wanjun in tow.
It was dinnertime. The moment Dong Yingying saw Li Yuetang walk in, she instinctively called out, “Mother!”
Lin Wanjun’s tears fell with perfect timing, one drop after another, like pearls from a mermaid. She wept beautifully, delicately—like a flawless white lotus come to life.
Li Yuetang panicked a little and blurted out, “What are you shouting for? Since when am I your mother… Junjun, don’t misunderstand! I have no idea why she said that!”
At that moment, Li Yuetang’s reaction was exactly the same as Song Zhanjin’s had been earlier—tense, angry, and utterly flustered.
Of course, Lin Wanjun knew the truth perfectly well, but on the surface, she looked utterly wronged, biting her lip with teary eyes, her voice caught in her throat from the weight of her grief.
Dong Yingying stared at her with undisguised hatred.
She had been reborn. She carried the memories of her past life. She knew just how shameless and vicious this woman surnamed Lin truly was—how many wicked, unforgivable things she had done.
In this lifetime, she would never let the same tragedy play out again!
“The ring—where’s the ring? Give it to me!”
Fuming with rage, Dong Yingying charged forward. But before she could even brush the hem of Lin Wanjun’s clothes, Lin Wanjun let out a delicate, pained cry and staggered backward several steps, then collapsed dramatically to the floor.
“Jiejie, what did I do wrong? Why did you push me? Wuwuwu, it hurts!”
Lin Wanjun flawlessly channeled the classic villainess falsely accusing the heroine—her emotional arc was convincing, deep, and downright unforgettable.
At the same moment, Dong Yingying lunged forward and grabbed Lin Wanjun’s wrist in a panic.
“The Song family’s ring—where is it?! Tell me! Where are you hiding it?”
Seeing the red thread wrapped around her own ring finger, and then glancing at Dong Yingying’s anxious, frenzied search for the ring, Lin Wanjun’s mind stirred with realization.
She deliberately shifted her hand to make the red thread on her finger clearly visible to Dong Yingying.
“Look,” she said with a sweet smile. “The ring’s right here!”
Dong Yingying’s reaction said it all—her panic confirmed everything. Only the person who possessed the ring could see that red thread.
This precious ring had an invisibility feature; it had already fused completely with its new owner.
Which raised another question:
How did the ring’s previous owner manage to take it off?
But there was no time to dwell on that now—because Dong Yingying’s stepmother, Liu Yanping, had emerged after hearing the commotion.
To be fair, Liu Yanping was a very competent stepmother—she treated Dong Yingying with even more care than her own biological daughter.
So the moment she saw Li Yuetang and Lin Wanjun, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo, seemingly ganging up on her stepdaughter, Liu Yanping rolled up her sleeves and stormed over without hesitation.
“What are you doing?! What the hell are you doing? Barging into my house to bully my daughter—have you no shame?!”
Liu Yanping came out swinging.
But Li Yuetang wasn’t the kind to take things lying down. She fired right back without hesitation, voice raised and fierce:
“Who’s bullying who, huh? Are you blind or just pretending? Didn’t you see your daughter push my daughter-in-law to the ground?
“And while we’re at it, maybe ask your precious daughter what exactly she’s been up to! Thanks to her, my son and daughter-in-law almost got divorced!”
Liu Yanping wasn’t interested in who was right or wrong—she launched straight into a counterattack.
“Oh please, like your son’s sham of a marriage even needed my daughter’s help to fall apart? He married that notoriously shameless woman—divorce was inevitable!”
She snorted, her tone dripping with contempt.
“And let me give you one piece of advice—when the divorce does happen, don’t you dare come crawling back and trying to tie my daughter down! A second-hand man? Tch. Not even a stray dog would want him!”
…
The shouting match between Li Yuetang and Liu Yanping quickly spiraled out of control, turning the courtyard into a battleground of flying curses and wild threats. Their yelling echoed through the entire compound until Song Mingcheng and Dong Xiaoguo, who had just gotten off work, rushed over to physically pull the two women apart.
Meanwhile, Dong Yingying stood off to the side, eyes brimming with tears as she glared venomously at Lin Wanjun.
“You finally got what you wanted, didn’t you?” she hissed.
“Turning the Song and Dong families—once as close as blood—into enemies. You must be so proud of yourself.”
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