Chapter Seven: No Room for Tolerance

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  Not to mention how Jinzi began to conceive a blueprint for his future life, the atmosphere in Xing Rongyuan was somewhat heavy.

  Lin got a clear reply from Mrs. Feng and surprisingly remained calm without throwing any cups in anger.

  Mrs. Feng knelt down opposite her, seeing Lin's wooden expression and silence, her heart thumping wildly.

  After a while, Lin's mouth twitched slightly, and she looked up to say coldly: "You think there's nothing fishy about this? For thirteen years, he hasn't spoken a word, his eyes dull, like a wooden puppet, and suddenly he comes back to life, just like a normal person? ... Heh heh, could it be that something unclean has possessed him? You say she was an inauspicious person who killed her own mother, if something possesses her again and stays in the manor, how can the other people in the manor live?"

  Mr. Lin's words made Mrs. Feng feel as if she had been struck by a drum, and it seemed to be the case, otherwise how could one explain the strange transformation of these three girls?

  "What does the lady mean?"

  "It's impossible for her to stay in the mansion any longer..." A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Lin's eyes.

  Madam Feng secretly knew what her husband meant. Previously, Madam had used the excuse of San Niangzi's illness to try to send her away to a villa outside, but no matter how much she tried to persuade Old Master, he wouldn't agree. This time, since San Niangzi was better and back to normal, Old Master would be even less likely to send San Niangzi away. It seemed that Madam's wishes would ultimately come to nothing.

  Lin was very annoyed in her heart, she racked her brains to think of a reason to drive this unlucky person away.

  In the midst of contemplation, Qing Dai's voice came from outside.

  "Madam, Song's wife has brought Rong'ge over to pay his respects!"

  "Come in!"

  A muffled voice came from inside the east wing of Lin's residence.

  The women outside eagerly parted the curtain and let in Song Niang, who was beaming with smiles and holding her son.

  Qing Dai curtsied and smiled: "Madam was just thinking about Rong Ge this morning, and now, Auntie has arrived!"

  Lin in the east wing heard it and slightly curled up the corner of her mouth, this Qing Dai was indeed tempered by herself, really eight sides clever.

  "No, it's not like that. This young master has been clamoring to come over to his mother's place all day, and I'm also being bothered by him, so I brought him over to disturb the mistress!" Song Yiniang said with a smile.

  As soon as she passed through the screen, she heard Lin's voice full of doting laughter: "Aiyo, my dear, come quickly, come to mother, do you miss mother?"

  Rong Ge'er was just over a year old, had just learned to walk, and as soon as he left Song Niang's arms, he ran towards Lin Shi's position with a bobbing head, his red chubby face and black shiny eyes, tiger-headed and tiger-brained, were quite lovable.

  The little mouth opened, revealing a few small white teeth, and called out vaguely: "Mother..."

  Lin held Rong Ge in her lap and teased him, then picked up the pastries on the low table to feed him, with a maternal appearance.

  Madam Feng stood up and curtsied to Song Niang, then looked at Lin Shi with a smiling face: "The madam and Song Niang can chat first, I'll withdraw for now!"

  Lin nodded lightly and continued to tease the child in her arms without raising her head.

  Madam Feng came out of the east wing, and Qing Dai walked over to roll up the curtain and see her off.

  As soon as she walked out of the hospital gate, she saw several third-rate maids wiping the railing of the corridor, and they seemed to be discussing something. She quietly walked over, only then did she hear clearly that they were talking about the one in Qingfeng Garden.

  Nowadays, the matter of Jin San Niang is the topic of conversation among the maidservants in the mansion after tea and dinner. They secretly gossip about her, which isn't a big deal, but those foolish slaves just happened to be talking on the long corridor outside Xiang Rong Yuan, isn't this intentionally trying to make the mistress even more displeased?

  Mrs. Feng's face was gloomy, and she was just about to open her mouth to stop them when someone else beat her to it.

  "Is what you just said true?" Jin Si Niang Yan Zhu stood in front of several maids, her hands on her hips and her teeth clenched as she asked.

  Several young girls looked at Si Nangzi with trepidation, and under her piercing gaze, no one dared to speak out of turn, lowering their eyes in silence.

  "Ask you something!" Jin Yanzhu stretched out her slender fingers and fiercely poked the forehead of a maid on her right side.

  With this force, the little girl stumbled and fell to the ground, her forehead also scratched by sharp fingernails, leaving a bloody mark, and she was so scared that she sobbed.

  Madam Feng saw this and hastily laughed, saying: "What has happened to provoke Fourth Young Mistress? Don't you quickly apologize to the young mistress and roll away!"

  The girls saw a staircase below and hurriedly bowed their heads in greeting to Jin Yuanyuan before retreating with a rustling sound.

  Jin Yanju stomped her foot in anger and glared at Feng Mama, saying: "I haven't even finished asking questions yet, how could you let him leave?"

  Mrs. Feng also didn't mince words and said with a smile: "The third daughter-in-law of Qingfeng Garden has indeed woken up!"

  Jin Yanzhu's black eyes were wide open, her cherry lips opening and closing, but she didn't ask any more questions. With a "dang dang" sound, she turned around and ran away.

  Ran all the way and arrived at the entrance of Qingfeng Garden, already panting.

  Jin Yan Zhu leaned against the wall and looked into the courtyard, where it was quiet and deserted at this moment.

  Is that ominous person really okay?

  Go take a look?

  "Jingluo, Daddy has been busy at the yamen these days. There are some government orders to be implemented and several cases to be investigated and closed. I'm afraid it will take a while before I can come visit you again. Seeing that your spirit is recovering so well now, Daddy is also relieved. If you need anything, just let Rong Mama report to your mother at Xiangrong Institute, she will arrange for you." Jin Yuan smiled kindly, holding Jinzi's hand and walking slowly out of the room, instructing as they went.

  Looking for Lin's mother at Fengyuan Hospital?

  If Jin San Niang's intention was to respect Lin Shi, then Jin Zi would naturally follow San Niang's intention and respectfully call her mother. However, subconsciously, Jin Zi did not want to and was unwilling to call that woman his mother. The image in his mind was the ugly face of that beautiful woman, thinking that Lin Shi also hated Jin San Niang to death, let alone taking care of him...

  Jin Yuan was after all the county magistrate, and he couldn't possibly spend his energy on these family matters, so naturally he wouldn't know how his wife Lin treated their own daughter every day.

  However, Jin Yuan had already given his orders, and Jin Zi didn't want to lose face in front of him, so he could only respectfully respond with a "Yes, Father!"

  Outside, Jin Yanju hid behind a pagoda tree and stared at her father's loving expression towards Jin Sanniang, feeling a surge of anger rising in her heart.

  What right does he have? What right does this inauspicious person have to enjoy Father's love?

  It was because she was fine that Father didn't notice himself.

  In the past, even if Father was busy, he would still come to see me after leaving the government office... Now, Father didn't go to Wutongyuan, but instead hurriedly came to Qingfengyuan...

  Wasn't it said that you were dying soon? Why don't you just go die?

  How can I live on?

  She killed her own mother, must she stay and kill her father too?...

  At this thought, Kim Yeo-joo couldn't help but lightly slap her own mouth.

  Pfft, I must have been out of my mind! Father, father would never be killed by that inauspicious person.

  Father, you will definitely live to be one hundred years old!

  Jin Yanju snorted coldly and ran away quietly.