Lin Qianqian’s expression was truly unsightly. Lin Sili wiped her tears, looking pitiful indeed. She was naturally more beautiful than Lin Qianqian and had inherited Song Qiulan’s grace. Standing there, letting a few tears fall, she resembled a lotus leaf in the wind and rain, pitiable at sight. "Qianqian, sister really knows she was wrong, can you give me another chance, please? I really can’t bear to part with you all..." Lin Qianqian was seething with hatred. Who was she putting on this desperate act for? She loathed most of all that Lin Sili was more beautiful than she was. She dreamed of tearing Sili’s face to shreds. Both were daughters of the Lin’s, yet outsiders only ever noticed Lin Sili. She was very unwilling to accept this. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NoveI(F)ire.net Although Pan Yu, who had married into Lin Peng’s bed, was pretty and her features could compare with Song Qiulan, her temperament was vastly inferior. Her two children, Lin Tao and her, looked very much alike; a man with such delicate features that he seemed almost feminine. On the other hand, Lin Qianqian had inherited Lin Peng’s colder, more masculine facial features. She preferred feminine attire, so she looked incongruous, especially because of her darker skin, which made her look rather rustic. Dressed in an elegant evening gown, she looked completely out of place, particularly next to Lin Sili, who, in her fresh and soft aqua trailing dress, looked like they were worlds apart. Her aggressive demeanor made her seem very mean-spirited and made Lin Sili look all the more pitiable and wronged. It was obvious that Lin Sili must have suffered a lot from her wicked younger sister at home, a true embodiment of Cinderella’s plight. Some people gave Lin Qianqian very meaningful looks. Lin Sili thought to herself with self-derision: How stupid was Lin Qianqian, and how stupid had she been to be manipulated by them so easily? But although Lin Qianqian was dumb, she had a shrewd mother who arranged everything for her. Pan Yu immediately pulled Lin Qianqian aside, gave her a look, and walked over to help Lin Sili up, "Your sister didn’t mean any harm, you know how she is—a sharp tongue but a soft heart. When you left home, she was the most anxious one. She was so disappointed that she said such harsh words to you. You two sisters used to be very close; you can’t let this misunderstanding drive a wedge between you." Lin Qianqian opened her mouth, but under Pan Yu’s warning gaze, she reluctantly shut it. Pan Yu took her hand, donning the mask of a loving mother, "My poor child, you’ve suffered these past days. From today on, you come back home." Lin Sili threw herself into her arms, crying, "Mom...." Pan Yu’s gaze swept over the guests present: "To know your wrongs and to mend them is the greatest virtue. From today on, Sili is once again the young mistress of our Lin’s families." Such eloquent words—to know your wrongs and to mend them is the greatest virtue—clearly telling everyone that she, Lin Sili, had indeed done wrong. A hint of coldness flashed in Lin Sili’s eyes, wait for it, the grievances and pain she had suffered would be repaid tenfold, a hundredfold. Behind her, Lin Tao slightly furrowed his brow, his gaze on Lin Sili thoughtful. Lin Sili’s eyes met his, and she gave him an implicit smile. This was the first time she had seen Lin Tao; he had been overseas studying medicine all these years and had only recently returned to the country. This nominal elder brother might be lazy, but he was Pan Yu’s tool for embezzling Lin’s assets—a tool that could be utilized. Lin Sili already had plans in mind. Lin Qianqian’s adult ceremony had completely turned into a stage for Lin Sili to shine, which made Lin Qianqian sick to her stomach, and yet, under Pan Yu’s threatening gaze she dared not say a word, almost suffocating her. Yun Ya and Yan Song entered the banquet hall with low profiles, watching the scene unfold, their lips curled into a smile. She saw Yun Shu, Kang Jinxian, and He An. He An looked somewhat embarrassed as if he wanted to leave, but Jinxian clung to his arm, her smile meaningful. "Ah Xian, don’t overthink it, there’s really nothing between me and her," He An said, feeling very wronged himself. Initially, Lin Qianqian had tricked him into going to a bar, got him drunk, and tried to make him sleep with Lin Sili. He had long seen through that young girl’s intentions and seeing how beautiful Lin Sili was, thought of taking things in stride. Instead, he ended up being knocked out and slept in a corner. When he woke up the next day with a sore back, he unexpectedly found himself splashed across the headlines. He hadn’t so much as touched the hem of Lin Sili’s garment, yet he was saddled with a scandal. He felt extremely aggrieved, alright? What mattered most was not to let Ah Xian misunderstand. She was pregnant, and if she got angry or stressed, it would be terrible.