Tragic death and rebirth, married to the abstinent uncle and was spoiled crazy

With the lesson learned from last time, Lin Yuehong reacted quickly this time. When the bowl was thrown towards Lin Tingwan, he reached out and caught it.

He let out a long sigh, put the bowl on the table, turned around and looked at Lin Tingwan with a worried look on his face and asked, "Yangyang, are you okay?"

Lin Tingwan shook his head.

Old Madam Lin snorted coldly, "Why, is she still so popular? I didn't even throw this thing away..."

A cold light flashed in Lin Mingqian's eyes, and then he threw the bamboo chopsticks in his hand towards the wall in front of him without hesitation. After all, he was a martial artist, so his movements were naturally different from those of Old Lady Lin.

There was a loud bang, and the chopsticks were directly inserted into the wall, deep into the wood. The chopsticks flew past Chen Yuanyuan's ear. She was startled and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Lin Mingqian's voice was cold, "Last time you scratched Yangyang's face, I didn't say anything because you are the elder, but you should never do that to Yangyang again!"

Old Madam Lin looked at her filial son in disbelief, her eyes full of disbelief, "So you attacked your own mother because of this? Do you want your mother's head to be the same as that wall!"

Lin Mingqian took a deep breath and turned to look at Old Lady Lin with disappointment in her eyes. "My second brother is also your child and should support you. You have lived in this general's mansion for eighteen years. I will send someone to take you to my second brother's mansion tomorrow."

Chen Yuanyuan's eyes widened instantly. If Old Madam Lin went to their house, then they would have no reason to live in the general's mansion anymore.

Lin Jianguo is just a small civil servant and cannot be compared with the General's Mansion. They are so rich because they have lived here for so many years and enjoyed everything that belongs to the General's Mansion.

If she went back, not only would she have to endure Lin Jianguo's complaints, but she would also lose everything she had now. She quickly tried to smooth things over, "Brother, mother definitely didn't do it on purpose. Besides, mother is old and doesn't have much strength. Didn't Yue Hong catch the bowl easily just now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Yuehong stretched out his hand and said, "It's just that the base of the thumb is a little red and swollen, it's nothing serious."

Lin Mingqian closed his eyes and stood up. "Butler Bai, please make arrangements. Arrange for the old lady to go to Jianguo's house tomorrow."

"Yes--"

After saying this, Lin Mingqian looked at Lin Tingwan and said softly, "Is Yangyang done eating?"

Lin Tingwan nodded blankly, "I'm done eating, Dad."

"Come with me." After saying that, he went out first. When Lin Tingwan caught up with him, he took a last look at Old Mrs. Lin.

Old Mrs. Lin sat there in a daze, her eyes empty, her hands tightly clasped around her knees, as if she was enduring some tremendous inner pain. An aura of sorrow pervaded her, making people feel extremely heavy.

The candlelight was dim and the room was filled with a faint fragrance.

Old Mrs. Lin stood up, hobbled, put her hand on the hand of a servant beside her, and walked out. Uncle Fang shook his head helplessly at this, and quickly stood up to keep up with her pace.

Lin Mingqian's back looked somewhat weak, his shoulders were slightly drooped, and his steps were steady, but there was no trace of majesty anymore.

The two entered the study one after another.

Under the dim candlelight, Lin Mingqian sat down slowly, looking at Lin Tingwan in front of him, his gaze lingering on her face still wrapped in gauze. He let out a long sigh, his tone full of heartache.

"Yangyang, it's Dad who is sorry for you."

Lin Tingwan lowered his head and after a moment of silence, he finally made up his mind to take off the gauze on his face, revealing his delicate and smooth cheeks.

Lin Mingqian heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, and did not ask her why she was still pretending to be injured on her face. "It's okay, it's okay. Dad has been worried that you would have a scar on your face these days."

Lin Tingwan shook his head silently and smiled a slightly pale smile, "Don't worry, Dad. I will definitely not be harsh on myself."

Lin Mingqian suddenly changed the subject and asked seriously, "Your grandmother told me that you will be leaving the house tomorrow?"

Lin Tingwan was shocked. She didn't expect that this matter would be known by Old Mrs. Lin. After all, she did it so secretly.

Lin Mingqian sighed and said helplessly, "Tell me the truth, did the fire in the mansion have anything to do with you?"

Lin Tingwan lowered her head and said nothing, but her look made Lin Mingqian narrow his eyes. "You must not do things like this, you must handle everything cleanly. Do you understand?"

"I don't care. Dad, I didn't handle this matter well." After saying this, Lin Tingwan suddenly remembered the package in her room. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Dad, the valuables in the warehouse are all in my room."

Lin Mingqian's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Lin Tingwan with a complicated look, "If you trust me, bring those things here and I'll take care of them for you."

"Dad, what are you talking about? How can I not trust you?" After a pause, Lin Tingwan raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled, "I was just worried about where to put those things, so Dad came to help me."

"If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask you. But Yangyang, if you need anything from me in the future, just tell me. I will definitely do my best to help you."

Lin Tingwan nodded heavily, "Thank you, Dad—"

……

Old Mrs. Lin sat alone in the room, spread her hands, lowered her head, and began to sob. She seemed to be crying for something she had lost. The vicissitudes and ruthlessness of the years kept beating on Mrs. Lin's heart.

Once upon a time she was a young and beautiful girl, but now she is extremely decadent.

The door slowly opened, and Mrs. Lin threw the teacup on the table over, "Get out—"

"Hey--"

Hearing Uncle Fang's voice, she wiped away her tears, but the grievance in her tone became even worse, "Brother——"

Uncle Fang sighed, stepped over the porcelain fragments, and said helplessly, "When will you change your habit of throwing things around?"

Old Madam Lin snorted, "Why should I change it?"

Uncle Fang, leaning on a cane and hunched over, walked to Old Lady Lin and sat down, then slowly said, "Yangyang is a girl after all, your granddaughter. How could you bear to do that to her?"

"If it weren't for her, how could Yun Tao die at such a young age..." Old Madam Lin sobbed a few words and continued, "Since I was a child, Yun Tao has been the best to me. If he were here, how could I have suffered such an injustice."

Uncle Fang sighed, "After all, it was Yuntao who was eager for quick success. So many people died in that palace coup. You can't blame Yangyang for all their deaths, right?"