Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 779 - 096 Trashy Woman VS Trashy Woman_4

In fact, Lin Yuan felt uncomfortable not because of those ten taels of silver, but because of her parents. These days, she had been working hard in town. Although she remembered the lessons of her previous life and visited her parents whenever she could, she didn’t know when it started, but their family didn’t seem as close as before. Even her own father had to be extremely careful with spending money, fearing that his daughter would get angry. This was not the life she wanted; she wanted her family to live in harmony and happiness.

"Mom, there’s something I want to tell you," Lin Yuan bit her lip, glanced at Lin Jiaxin in the room, and pulled Lady Liu aside to whisper a few words in her ear. At the end, she asked, "Mom, do you think I should tell Dad about this?"

Lady Liu had not expected Lin Yuan to have already sought out Lao Fan. Moved and relieved, she couldn’t help but feel she had worried too much. How could her own daughter grow estranged from them over a few taels of silver?

"Ah, it’s all fate," Lady Liu sighed and shook her head, saying, "Go on, in fact, your dad, he probably guessed the outcome already."

Lin Yuan turned her head to look at Xia Zheng behind her and silently entered the room. After meeting Da Han, she had guessed that Lin Jianling wouldn’t last much longer, and she wasn’t planning to intervene. If it hadn’t been for Xia Zheng’s persuasion, she wouldn’t have cared about the old man’s life or death. After all, she was not the real Lin Yuan, and that old man was not her real grandfather.

She still remembered what Xia Zheng had said, "You may not acknowledge this grandfather, but your dad can’t deny his own father. If you stop him now, I believe your dad won’t blame you, but he will blame himself, regretting that he didn’t do anything. Do you want your dad to live the rest of his life in self-reproach?"

For Lin Jiaxin’s sake, Lin Yuan had found Lao Fan. Who would have thought that as soon as Lao Fan heard it was about Lin Jianling, he immediately refused, saying, "When that worthless grandfather of yours had a stroke, it was I who pulled him back from the Ghost Gate. I could pull him back once, but not a second time. Don’t waste your time here with me. Your grandfather has done well to last this long; his time has come."

If even Lao Fan said so, there was no hope from anyone else.

Lin Yuan understood this, and so did Lin Jiaxin. After hearing his daughter’s words, Lin Jiaxin suddenly turned away, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Lin Yuan knew he didn’t want her to see him upset, yet she couldn’t bear it and gently embraced his arm, hoping her gesture would ease some of his pain.

They say a daughter is her father’s close-fitting cotton-padded jacket, and Lin Jiaxin was now utterly convinced of that.

"Da Ya, Dad, thank you," Lin Jiaxin wiped his eyes. Even though he didn’t turn around, Lin Yuan could feel his relief.

"Da Ya, thank you for fulfilling Dad’s filial piety, thank you for understanding Dad. Dad, sorry for letting you down!"

"Dad!" Lin Yuan held Lin Jiaxin’s arm even tighter, and rubbed her small face against his arm, "You’re my dad, why say thank you and sorry? That’s so formal. And about Grandpa, let your daughter say something unpleasant, he is nearly gone, why bother holding onto past grievances? Parents may have their faults, but they are still parents. Who holds a grudge against their own parents?"

Lin Jiaxin’s eyes reddened again. His daughter was just too sensible, sensible to the point that it pained him.

In fact, Lao Fan had said one more thing that she hadn’t told Lin Jiaxin and his wife. Lao Fan said Lin Jianling would not survive three days.

Indeed, by the next afternoon, the news of Lin Jianling’s death had spread throughout the entire village.

Upon hearing the news, Lin Jiaxin’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, overcome with grief.

Lady Liu’s eyes turned red too. She knelt down beside her husband. When she first became part of the family, her father-in-law had been quite good to her, and she hadn’t expected that in just a few years, he would be gone.

The Lin Yuan sisters didn’t have much affection for this grandfather, but they all obediently stood by their parents’ side, silent.

Over at the old house, things were in chaos. Although Lin Jianling had been paralyzed, he was at least the spiritual pillar of Lady Yang. Now that the old man was gone, her spirit immediately collapsed, falling onto the old man’s body, crying so hard she could barely breathe.

Lin Jiazhong and Lin Jiaxiao, though undutiful, were still mourning the death of their own father as they knelt in front of the bedstead.

Lady Ma and Li Feng’e didn’t feel much. After someone’s death, as daughters-in-law, they should be going to each household in the village to notify them of the mourning, but the two sisters-in-law looked at each other without making a move.

Li Feng’e, being the youngest, had an elder sister-in-law, so her behavior was somewhat excusable. But Lady Ma also didn’t budge, just guarding the doorway to her two sons’ room, not a step away. Even when Li Feng’e wanted to approach and say a few words to her, Lady Ma chased her off as if facing an enemy, keeping her at bay.

Li Feng’e hummed through her nose, "It’s just a broken house. What, is there a treasure hidden inside? What a miser!" freёweɓnovel.com

Neither pair of brothers nor the sisters-in-law reported the death, so the task fell on Da Han. When he reached Lin Jiaxin’s house, that was when the previous scene occurred.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to ask them if they were going to mourn. By rights, they shouldn’t, since the relationship had been severed. But, that man was Lin Jiaxin’s own father. Could he bear it if they didn’t go?