Husband
âBitch, you and your mother are just the same. Both of you are bitches,â Ding Caihua disregarded Lin Wanâs hurt expression, covering her right cheek with one hand as she continued to berate her. âYour mother was jealous of my relationship with your father back then and she even cursed that I would have a miserable death. But what happened? Iâve been living happily all these years.â
Ding Caihua proudly flaunted her happiness and didnât forget her main objective of seeking revenge for her daughter. âAs for you, youâre actually jealous of our Qingqing. Let me tell you, you little b*tch, Qingqing will lead a joyful life. Muyang will treat her well for the rest of their lives.â
âThatâs right.â Lin Qingqing felt gratified to see her mother standing up for her.
âHeheâ¦â Lin Wan suddenly let out a helpless laugh. Ding Caihuaâs words didnât embarrass her; instead, they pained her and made her feel wronged.
Ding Caihua and Lin Qingqing couldnât comprehend the meaning behind Lin Wanâs laughter. They could only stare at her in bewilderment.
Lin Tianyun remained seated on the sofa without moving, but his gaze full of hatred had been fixed on Lin Wan ever since she entered the living room.
Meeting Ding Caihuaâs gaze, Lin Wan clarified for her mother, âAuntie, donât forget that it was you who destroyed our family of three. You came to our house with a pregnant belly and forced my mother out. Who knows who crossed their moral boundaries?â
Lin Wan didnât want to be too harsh, but she vividly remembered how her father and Ding Caihua had teamed up to bully her mother when she was young. Her mother, the rightful wife, was eventually forced to step down and give way to a mistress. Looking back now, she couldnât fathom how many tears her mother had shed during that time.
Betrayal from her husband, mistreatment from his mistressâhow much pressure and shock did her mother endure to survive that period?
Her mother was a university professor of impeccable character. Ding Caihuaâs claims were far from the truth. Lin Wan wouldnât allow her to insult her mother.
âYou, youâ¦â Ding Caihuaâs anger contorted her face. âHow dare you blame me! Letâs see if I wonât beat you to death today, you bitch.â
With determination, Ding Caihua took a step forward, forcefully grabbing onto Lin Wanâs hair with both hands, initiating an altercation.
Observing her motherâs actions, Lin Qingqing couldnât stand by and watch. She joined in, hurling insults, âLin Wan, youâre a deceitful woman. Today, Iâll make you regret it!â
The mother and daughter fought together, initially overwhelming Lin Wan, who made no effort to resist. However, as the pain intensified, Ding Caihua and Lin Qingqingâs assault grew stronger. Lin Wanâs resilience kicked in, and she fought back.
Witnessing the entangled trio, Lin Tianyun reached his limit. He bellowed, âStop!â
Startled by his voice, they ceased their actions. While no one suffered serious injuries, their appearances were disheveled with tousled hair and disarranged clothing.
âLin Wan, leave this household,â Lin Tianyun commanded his eldest daughter. His face bore no signs of reluctance or emotion, delivering the directive coldly.
Looking up at her father, Lin Wan experienced a pang in her heart, despite having already planned to leave the family prior to her return.
To be driven out by her own father was a tragic turn of events.
Silently, Lin Wan complied. She composed herself, fixing her hair and adjusting her attire before approaching her father. Retrieving the household register from her bag, she handed it back to him.
âDad, I got married yesterday and used my household register,â Lin Wan calmly stated, relinquishing any hope of receiving her fatherâs blessings.
How could she expect such benevolence from a father who only had eyes for her sister, Lin Qingqing?
Taking the household register from his daughter, Lin Tianyun watched as Lin Wan turned and ascended the stairs.
As she climbed each step, the voices behind her resonated clearly.
âDad, I believe Lin Wan is just envious of my engagement, so she hastily found a man to marry.â
âAbsolutely. That man must be a lowly garbage collector.â
âHehe, a garbage collectorâ¦â Lin Qingqing burst into laughter.
Lin Wan gathered her valuable belongings upstairs, selecting a few sets of clothing before descending to the ground floor.
âHey, Lin Wan, just how much does your husband make each month from his garbage collection job?â Lin Qingqing inquired, her tone and gaze filled with mockery.