The Princess of Northern Land

"Tch, I would rather not have this benefit." The woman in green military uniform was a little sad.

They have always been good friends. Although they are not studying in the same major, their relationship is better than that of ordinary sisters. If it weren't for her and He Yue, Lin Ziyin wouldn't have taken the guest professor position at the military academy.

He Yue, who is wearing a white skirt, is a military doctor, and her thoughts are more delicate than Wu Qingxia, who is wearing a military uniform.

Wu Qingxia did not see the pain in Lin Ziyin's heart, but she could feel it. "Forget it, since it's your own choice, we won't force you anymore. By the way, I found a few recipes for hand-made cosmetics here and gave them to you as a birthday gift. Anyway, the flowers and fruits you have here There are a lot of them, so there will be no shortage of raw materials. Maybe in the future, handmade cosmetics will become another special project of your farm."

"Thank you. If it succeeds, I'll count on you." Lin Ziyin smiled and took the recipe.

"Come on, I'm not short of money. I said it's a birthday gift for you, so forget it." He Yue said with a smile.

"If anything happens, call us. If I'm not here, there are two of them." The only man spoke. There was a gold star on his shoulder, symbolizing his excellence.

Lin Ziyin smiled gratefully at him, "I know I won't be able to escape you if something happens."

"That's right." Wu Qingxia hugged her and said, "We are friends, friends forever."

Who is the Lin family? They know their plans all day long. How can the Lin family still be justified without Ziyin as their daughter?

At the same time, there was also a violent storm in Lin's house.

"Is it your idea for Ziyin to leave the military academy?" Lin Shangke asked, looking at his daughter.

"You questioned your daughter when you came up. It was so indiscriminate. What would you do for an illegitimate daughter? Don't forget, it was you, Lin Shangke, who owed us all these years, not our mother and daughter who were sorry for you." Zhang, who was dressed in a noble manner Yun glared at Lin Shangke angrily.

"Mom, stop talking. No matter what, he won't believe us mother and daughter. We have never been in Dad's heart." Lin Zihui said arrogantly, looking innocent.

"Over the years, I feel guilty towards you Zhang Yun, but I don't owe you Lin Zihui." Lin Shangke looked at his daughter with some disappointment. Because of cheating during marriage, he deceived a kind-hearted woman and concealed the fact that he was married. Identity gave birth to a daughter with her, and over the years, both of them felt sorry for her. So he has always been very kind to the daughter he stayed with, almost giving stars to stars and moon to moon, but it turns out that this daughter still doesn't know how to be good.

Lin Shangke felt even more sorry from the bottom of his heart for another daughter who had never enjoyed the care of his father. Secretly, he felt heartbroken watching Lin Zihui bully and take over Ziyin's achievements, but he had never found the right one. There is a way to solve it.

"Since you don't like it, let's leave." Zhang Yun once again used the old method and prepared to go back to his parents' home.

"Get out." Lin Shangke slammed the door.

"We are arguing again, do you still want to be shameless?" The old man of the Lin family came back with a sullen face. Because of the third family, their face was completely lost in the compound.

The men of other families may be playing outside, but they have never been as noisy as the Lin family.

"Dad." Zhang Yun felt aggrieved and excited.

"The person is already dead, why are you jealous of a dead person." The old man didn't show her any expression.

Mr. Lin's intimidation was still there. Zhang Yun dared not say anything under his scolding, but Lin Zihui curled his lips and was somewhat provocative to Lin Shangke upstairs.

With the old man's intervention, the Lin family's family dispute was put to an end.

Five months later, Lin Ziyin's company launched handmade cosmetics, which caused a sensation in the market as soon as the product was launched.

"Mr. Lin, do you really plan to give 65% of the company's shares to Miss Lin Ziyin?" A questioning voice came from inside the room.

"Yes, I have thought about it for a long time. You can go ahead and handle it. The rest of the property division is in this agreement. Take a good look at it." Lin Shangke's voice was full of fatigue.

"If Madam and Miss Zihui find out about this agreement, they will probably quarrel." Lawyer Zeng persuaded.

"It's useless to make trouble. I have already made my decision and will not change it. Even in the future, the old man will leave a corresponding legacy to Ziyin. I have been very sorry for that child for so many years, and I don't want that child to continue to be wronged. Come down. The old man also plans to let Zi Yin come back. And the matter about Zi Hui that I asked you to investigate, is there any result?" Lin Shangke asked.

Lin Zihui stood outside the company, ready to come over to show his goodwill, and his heart was filled with despair. It turned out that in his father's mind, he really had no status at all.

It was all the fault of that bitch Lin Ziyin. Thinking of this, Lin Zihui didn't push the door open in anger and ask questions. Instead, he turned around and went downstairs, got in the car, and drove fast to settle the score with Lin Ziyin.

"Send these flowers to the head office." Standing next to the car, Lin Ziyin whispered to the employees.

"Yes, Miss Lin will send it right away without any delay." The employee got into the car and started it.

Lin Ziyin stood and watched for a while, preparing to go back to the farm.

But when she turned around, she saw a ferocious-looking Lin Zihui driving a Land Rover towards her crazily.

Before she could react, the person had already flown into the air, and then landed heavily.

There were a few screams around her, and then she knew nothing more.

It turns out that this is what death feels like! This was Lin Ziyin's last sigh.