Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 790 - 099 Xiaoyi’s Accident_2

"What are your plans for the future?" Although Lin Yuan bore no resentment towards Lady Yang anymore, she still couldn’t bring herself to call her "Grandma." She simply skirted around the address and got straight to the point, "You’re not still fantasizing that Boss and the third son will take care of you in your old age, are you? Not to sound harsh, but I’d bet that after the funeral in a couple of days, they’ll be looking to divide the family property with you. And they’ll surely take every single thing you have now. As for leaving you anything, what do you think?"

Was there any need to say it? Lady Yang knew her own sons better than anyone else; with a bitter smile and a helpless shake of her head, she said, "Me? Even when the old man was alive, I didn’t get a share. Now that the old man’s gone, will they care about an old widow like me? If they don’t kick me out, it would only be because they still have a shred of conscience."

Lin Yuan cast her eyes down; she feared that these two brothers indeed had no conscience.

Lin Jiaxin glanced at his daughter and then back to his own mother; the words "come with us" just couldn’t leave his lips. His family had just started to do a little better. Wouldn’t it be too much to bring Lady Yang back with them? Although Lady Yang was much improved now, the things she had done in the past remained vivid in his mind. Who knew if she had really changed, or if it was just a temporary softening of her heart due to the blows she had suffered?

Although Lin Jiaxin didn’t finish his words, Lin Yuan understood his meaning and continued, "Why don’t you come and live with us? I think if you propose to leave, they’ll certainly let you go."

After all, to them, Lady Yang was someone dispensable, even better "gone." Once the families split, who would look after an old lady who nothing left?

But Lady Yang stuck to her response, shaking her head firmly, "I won’t go. I won’t go anywhere. I’m staying with this family. Right here, even if I starve, I have the old man’s presence with me. I won’t leave."

Lin Yuan wanted to persuade her further, but she simply didn’t know what to say. If the excuse was something other than nostalgia, perhaps there would be a way to persuade her. Otherwise, there could be no other way unless she took the house with her.

"Forget it, Da Ya, I already tried to persuade your grandma just now, but she wouldn’t agree," Lin Jiaxin sighed, gave a few more instructions to Lady Yang, then left with his daughter. They had already been talking to Lady Yang for quite some time, and if they lingered longer, Li Feng’e might become suspicious. Her suspicions didn’t matter much, but if she started searching Lady Yang and found those ten taels of silver, Lady Yang’s future life would become even harder.

No sooner had Lin Yuan and her father left than Lady Yang weighed the heavy sleeve in her hand, a mix of gratitude and worry filling her heart. Just as Lin Yuan had said, neither family was easy to deal with. Boss was still outside, drowning in debt, and the third’s couple weren’t exactly the money-earning type. If they got their hands on the silver and squandered it, how would she manage her old age?

No, this silver couldn’t stay with her.

Lady Yang was a shrewd woman. With a quick glance, she turned to the old village chief and entrusted her silver to him.

Hearing that the silver was given by Lin Jiaxin as a sign of respect to his own mother, the old village chief happily exclaimed, "Good." With that, a weight fell from his heart; this second son had indeed not let him down.

After arranging for the silver, Lady Yang took another look at Lin Jianling lying silently in the ancestral hall, whispering a few words into his ear. Wiping away her tears, she nodded repeatedly, "Old man, I know you’re worried about me, but I’ll take good care of myself. You can leave with peace of mind, and once you’re gone, I won’t stay here to be tormented by these damned kids anymore."

Lin Jianling’s coffin had remained at home for seven days before it was buried, thankfully it was still early spring and not very hot.

On the day of Lin Jianling’s burial, Lin Jiaxin’s family did not follow because, for some reason, Lin Jiazhong had rounded up a bunch of teenagers from the neighboring village and blocked them, refusing to let them go to the grave.

Lin Jiaxin was furiously red in the face, yet Lin Yuan understood why: Lin Yongcheng had been publicly beaten and nearly exposed for his addiction to Five Stones Powder because of her words. Over the past few days, rather than subsiding, Jiazhong’s anger had only intensified. Preventing them from going to the grave was the strategy he had devised to deal with Lin Jiaxin. After all, that was his own father; the pain of not being able to witness his father’s entombment must have been unbearable for Lin Jiaxin.