Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 786 - 098 Getting beaten up, offering incense_3

Watching the family cry, wail, and howl, Lin Yuan pursed her lips and gently guided her parents to the side.

Actually, Lin Yuan wasn’t afraid of Lin Yongcheng saying anything incriminating since the situation back then was indeed chaotic. Not to mention Lin Yongcheng who wasn’t even present, probably none of the students there at the time saw who injured Lin Yong Le’s leg.

However, she felt no remorse for Lin Yongcheng getting beaten up. If this older brother didn’t have a guilty conscience, he wouldn’t have instigated his younger brother to cause her trouble, and she wouldn’t have ended up injuring his leg. As for what followed, being thrown into prison, that was beyond her control. In retrospect, it seemed it was Lin Yong Le’s tough luck. And at this moment, Lin Yongcheng already regretted it so much that his guts were turning green. He cursed himself for sending his brother after that fierce woman. He was blind indeed. If he had known the situation would escalate to this extent, he wouldn’t have done it, even if it killed him.

Lin Jiazhong was really infuriated and didn’t hold back at all while beating up his son. The senior village chief couldn’t stand to watch it and hurriedly had him pulled away. Although Lin Yongcheng indeed deserved a beating, he was now Lin Jiazhong’s only son. If things went too far, it would be a disaster.

A few men pulled Lin Jiazhong away, but Lin Yongcheng still hadn’t gotten up from the ground. Out of concern, someone went to check on him and saw Lin Yongcheng lying on the ground, pale-faced, eyes tightly shut, curled up and shivering while muttering something under his breath.

Could it be that he was hurt badly? But the symptoms didn’t seem like those of someone who was injured.

Immediately, people clamored to fetch a doctor from the neighboring village. Lin Jiazhong saw his son’s condition and realized what was going on. He stopped the people from calling a doctor and, with anger, kicked the still crying Lady Ma, who was on the ground, and yelled fiercely, "Aren’t you going to bring him inside?"

Caught off guard by the kick, Lady Ma lifted her tear-stained face, looking bewildered at her husband. Only after seeing her eldest son’s condition did she come to her senses and swiftly dragged him into the house.

After a few steps, she turned back and asked her husband timidly, "Boss, do we give it to him?"

Lin Jiazhong’s face turned beet red with frustration. After a long internal struggle, he threw down the stick in his hand and bellowed as if fed up, "Give it to him! Give it all to him! Let him eat himself to death!"

Lady Ma swallowed nervously and head hung low, she hurriedly ushered her son inside.

Most of the bystanders didn’t understand the exchange between Lin Jiazhong and his wife. What was this giving and eating about? Yet Lin Yuan understood and couldn’t help but frown and shake her head. The children of this Lin family boss were completely hopeless.

With Lin Yongcheng embroiled in his own trouble, Lin Jiaxin couldn’t even attend to his own affairs, let alone worry about being able to perform the ancestral rites.

Lin Jiaxin walked toward the ancestral hall with his wife and children when Lin Jiaxiao, who had been idly watching everything, suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to block them, and declared, "What do you think you’re doing? Trying to offer incense without silver? No way!"

In the end, it all came down to money!

Lin Yuan narrowed her eyes, really wanting to give this useless uncle of hers a good slap! It seemed someone had forgotten the lesson he received when she chased him with a kitchen knife. She should have brought the knife with her to refresh his memory!

However, this time, before Lin Yuan’s family could speak up, someone had already stepped in to address the issue.

"Let them through!"

Upon hearing this voice, Lin Jiaxin’s body involuntarily shivered and he turned around with difficulty only to see Lady Yang standing in a corner with a hunched body, her eyes red and cloudy, but her gaze unwavering and resolute.

Lin Yuan was also surprised, not expecting Lady Yang, who initially disliked them, to stand by their side today.

"Mother, what... what did you say?" Lin Jiaxiao hadn’t expected Lady Yang to change her stance either; their disdain for the second house had been partly due to Lady Yang’s dislike.

Lady Yang looked deeply at Lin Jiaxin, lingering her gaze on Lady Liu and the few children and then said with renewed firmness, "Let them offer the incense. Don’t tell me it’s impossible. Your father is dead, but I’m not, and in this household, it’s not for you juniors to call the shots!"

The village elder also stepped in at the right moment: "Young Lin, your mother has spoken, will you not step aside?"

With Lady Yang’s permission, what could he say? Lin Jiaxiao grimaced and stepped aside, muttering under his breath discontentedly, "What a letdown, was hoping to make a quick buck!"