novelraw Chapter 440 "You were sent by the Lin family"
Chapter 440 "You were sent by the Lin family"
Chapter 440 "You were sent by the Lin family"
As the two were talking, Lin Zhao opened a box and was nearly blinded by the light emanating from the gold.
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Can you imagine? A box full of valuables, with gold bars at the bottom and pearls and jade on top... You could take any one of these items and never have to worry about food or drink.
"So rich." Lin Zhao squeezed her face with both hands, looking completely infatuated.
Song Xiwei was also taken aback for a moment, then looked away. "Little money-grubber. You're not short of money, so why do you act like you've never seen the world before?"
Lin Zhao closed the box, pouting, "Who would complain about having too much money?"
Lin Yu laughed and said, "It's not wrong to love money. I love money too. Money can make people feel better and give them courage, right, Zhao Zhao?"
“Yes,” Lin Zhao replied.
Lin Yu pinched her cheek, her youthful face beaming with a doting smile. "You are your grandfather's only granddaughter, so you get a share of what's in here."
"I'm so happy!" Lin Zhao said, expressing her anticipation openly.
Lin Yu was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.
She really liked Zhao Zhao's personality.
Direct, pure, and easy to understand.
"The air in here isn't very good, let's go outside."
Lin Yu led the way, with Lin Zhao and the others following behind.
The stone gate closed, and as the people left, the underground palace fell into darkness.
Hearing footsteps, Lin De turned around. He didn't speak, but just looked at Lin Heling.
Lin Heling had lived with him for so many years and still knew Uncle De very well; she could tell what he meant just by looking into his eyes.
"Everything is here."
The deep wrinkles between Linde's brows smoothed out, and a look of pleasure appeared on his aged face.
Those who plotted against the old man ended up with nothing.
"That's good."
Having resolved everything, he was about to return to the cemetery.
Lin Yu was unhappy. "Brother Ade, the cemetery is deserted. I don't feel comfortable letting you live there. Why don't you move in with me? We can move here together once the ancestral home is repaired."
"No, the cemetery is fine," Linde refused.
He felt guilty for not protecting Old Master Lin. Only when he learned that his enemy was imprisoned did the mountain of self-reproach weighing on his heart shift slightly, finally giving him some breathing room. But he still felt ashamed to stay.
“What’s so great about a cemetery? There are hardly any people there, it’s so desolate and cold. I’m afraid my father would call me to talk to you at night if I left you there alone!”
Lin Yu said in an unyielding tone, "Once the ancestral home is repaired, you can move back!"
Lin De had never dared to compete with the young lady since he was a child, and he still didn't dare to now that he was older. He looked at Lin Yu helplessly.
"What am I doing back here? I'm just a burden..."
"Who said you're a burden!" Lin Yu's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. "To us, you're the most important family member!"
"That's what my father thinks, that's what my elder brother and sister-in-law think, and that's what I think too."
Lin Heling nodded in agreement.
Lin Zhao and her father had the same expression: "Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. With Grandpa De at home, I feel extremely at ease. I want to come to you for any problems I encounter."
Grandpa De is very knowledgeable. No matter what you ask, he can answer it in detail. Not only can he answer, but he can also provide solutions.
For example, she wanted to renovate her courtyard house but didn't know where to find someone. She called her father, who immediately handed the phone to Grandpa De. He immediately told her that she should go to such-and-such a place to find someone, that so-and-so was an experienced repairman with excellent skills and an honest person who wouldn't take advantage of a layman. He was also worried that she wouldn't be able to handle it, so he said he would help her find someone...
Lin Zhao was 100% satisfied with the final result.
This is just one small example.
For Lin Zhao, everything could be resolved by going to Grandpa De; she liked this kind and gentle old man very much.
Lin De looked at Lin Zhao and smiled, "To be addressed as 'Miss' is the greatest compliment I can receive."
"Then please stay at the ancestral home. We all hope you will stay," Lin Zhao said softly, with a pleading tone.
Lin Yu spoke up, "Zhao Zhao said if it still doesn't work, when Big Brother comes, I'll have him come find you. If Big Brother doesn't work, I'll have Yao Bao pester you!"
She could see it clearly; even Brother Ade couldn't resist Yao Bao's coquettishness.
Linde sighed.
Lin Yu raised her right hand, palm facing Lin Zhao, and Lin Zhao swung her hand, striking her palm.
success!
Two months have passed.
When Lin Fu's cruise ship docked, Lin Yu's men were waiting at the port.
Several cars were neatly parked on the side of the road, which was quite impressive in an era when the average wage was less than 100 yuan.
The burly bodyguard in the black suit bent slightly, opened the car door, and Lin Fu and his wife, who were walking at the front, got into the car.
As the row of expensive cars started moving, the people who had been watching from the sidelines began to whisper among themselves.
"How come there are so many cars all of a sudden? There are more cars than I've ever seen in my entire life!"
"I heard they're wealthy people from Hong Kong. They're probably here to invest. People from Hong Kong are all rich. They can easily afford to spend just a little bit of money they have. I hope they build more factories and create more jobs!"
"That's a good idea. People's money doesn't grow on trees. If there's no profit to be made, why would they invest?"
"Stop talking, get to work! Why worry about so much? Every bag you carry means less pay..."
Upon hearing this, everyone snapped out of their daze and quickly got to work.
Even if you carry ten more bags a day for ten years, you still can't afford the cars that those big bosses in the port city ride in.
Ah, life...
The people in the car had no idea about the port workers' grumbling.
Lin Fu opened the window, looked outside, and said to his wife, "I can't find anything similar to what I remember. The changes are huge."
Zhang Yun also looked out the window and noticed that there were still significant differences between the mainland and Hong Kong. "The changes are indeed huge, but it's not surprising. How could things not have changed in the past ten years?!"
Lin Fu looked away from his wife and asked, "Are you getting used to it?"
Zhang Yun said helplessly, "What's there to be unaccustomed to? We've lived here for much longer than in the port city. We're not unaccustomed to it at all. It feels very familiar and gives us a sense of homecoming."
Lin Fu smiled and said nothing more.
He slowly raised his wrist and glanced at the time.
The real show is about to begin.
A prison.
The cell that used to house one person was opened.
"Go in."
As the voice faded, a burly man was pushed inside.
"Behave yourself!"
With a click, the door lock closed.
Then came several footsteps, which faded into the distance until they disappeared.
After Du Sheng was arrested, he seemed to have expected this day to come. He was very calm and could eat and sleep well.
He was asleep when the prison gate was opened outside of his usual time for labor education and meals. He sat up and looked at the doorway.
Upon seeing someone enter the room, he appeared displeased, his eyes darkening and somber.
Seeing the man's robust physique, Du Sheng refrained from saying anything unpleasant.
He glanced at it briefly, lay down, turned over, and closed his eyes, facing the wall.
These days are really tough; I don't know when I'll be able to get out.
Thinking of the carefree days outside, a glimmer of light appeared in Du Sheng's calm and gloomy eyes.
He's already taken care of things; he won't suffer in prison. He'll just have to wait a few years until he gets out.
All these years of hard work haven't been in vain; he's accumulated enough wealth to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
It's just that he can't go into politics. For Du Sheng, politics is not the goal; making money is.
As for the Lin family who had caused him this, Du Sheng gritted his teeth inwardly, thinking about when he could get his revenge.
revenge?
That guy surnamed Lin deserved it. If he hadn't been so ungrateful and hadn't refused to tell him where the Lin family's remaining treasure was hidden, would he have suffered so much?
Blame it on the Lin family being too wealthy and too conspicuous, and blame it on that old man being too greedy, not knowing how to avoid disaster by spending money... Du Sheng had no regrets, only regret that he hadn't stood high enough to kill the entire Lin family.
As he was lost in thought, he was kicked hard in the back.
"This bed is mine, get out of the way," the burly man who had just been imprisoned said domineeringly.
That kick nearly shattered the bones in Du Sheng's back.
He struggled to his feet. "There's another bed over there. This is my bed."
The moment the words left his mouth, the burly man grabbed Du Sheng by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall.
His eyes were fierce.
"Grandpa, do you have any right to talk nonsense?"
As the last note faded, he forcefully slammed Du Sheng's head against the wall.
"Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!"
Several bangs rang out.
Bright red blood flowed down the rough wall.
Du Sheng's head was buzzing, and before he could react, he had already fainted.
When he woke up again, the dinner bell rang in the hallway outside.
As he regained consciousness, Du Sheng looked at the burly man with fear in his eyes. He took a few steps back and only felt a little safe when his back was against the wall.
"Were you sent by the Lin family?" No one in politics is an idiot.
Du Sheng rose to a high position, stepping on countless broken families. He was hypocritical, ruthless, and of course, quite clever.
He could sense that something was wrong.
This person... came for him.
The burly man smiled at Du Sheng, revealing his white teeth. He looked like a ferocious beast baring its fangs at its prey, sending chills down one's spine.
"How much money did the Lin family give you? I'll give you more, just let me go." Du Sheng knew that the man in front of him had countless ways to make him suffer in silence, so he wisely begged for mercy.
The burly man sneered, "Money? I have plenty, I don't lack it. But there's one thing I lack that you have."
Du Sheng was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "What is it? I can give it to you as long as I have it, sir, I only beg you to spare my life."
He had many men around him who handled his dirty work; they were all from the underworld, but none of them were as dangerous as the man in front of him.
You can feel his menacing aura as you get close to him.
This person is dangerous.
and.
My hands have a lot of blood on them.
"What bad luck, it's going to kill you."
Before he could finish saying the word "fate," the burly man swallowed the last mouthful of rice, smashed the bowl, grabbed Du Sheng's hand with one hand, and used the sharp shard to sever three of Du Sheng's fingers.
"what……"
Du Sheng let out a painful scream, feeling dizzy as he looked at his severed finger.
A tremendous pain spread through him, cold sweat poured down his face, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, looking utterly disheveled.
In a daze, Du Sheng saw his men cripple the fingers of the loyal servant of the Lin family.
The Lin family.
The Lin family has come for revenge.
My hands, my fingers...
The burly man stood up, approached Du Sheng, and enveloped him in his shadow.
His tone was indifferent, carrying a chilling coldness.
"Debts owed must be repaid. This is just the beginning, so don't die too quickly."
The cries of pain alerted the prison guards, who rushed over with their batons.
Seeing Du Sheng's miserable state, he raised his baton at the burly man without saying a word.
"Raise your hands above your head and squat down."
The burly man looked back calmly, his eyes as cold as ice.
Just then, another man arrived.
The man had a dark scar on his cheek and a cold expression.
He cleared his throat, his voice hoarse, "Alright, take the prisoner to treat his wounds first, don't let him die."
Upon hearing this, the prison guards understood, put away their batons, and took Du Sheng away.
Only two people remained in the room.
The man with the scar on his cheek looked at the burly man who had injured him.
"You're so unrestrained, it's putting me in a difficult position."
The burly man glanced at him. "I don't believe you don't want to see that bastard crying his eyes out, and your wife..."
"Shut up!" The man's expression changed with those words. His face darkened, and his dark eyes became filled with melancholy.
Yes, Du Sheng was also his enemy. His wife was beautiful, but Du Gou (Du Sheng's nickname) targeted and defiled her. She left a suicide note and committed suicide by cutting her wrists.
Over the years, he has lived entirely on the hatred in his heart.
Upon learning that the beast surnamed Du had come in, he devised a plan to transfer him here, all for the purpose of slowly torturing him.
Since his lover died, his only reason for living is revenge.
A month ago, someone contacted him and asked him to collaborate, which he readily accepted.
The identity of the person was initially unknown, but upon seeing Du Sheng's miserable state, the answer became clear.
With a prison warden who hated Du Sheng to the bone and a ruthless man bribed by the Lin family, one can imagine how "exciting" Du Sheng's days in prison would be.
Lin Fu didn't want him to die; he wanted him to live a life of suffering, a life where he could never get what he wanted and lived in unbearable pain!
Lin Fu and his wife returned to their old house, which had been renovated to be exactly the same as they remembered.
"I'm home." The head of the Lin family stood in front of the ancestral home, a look of disbelief on his face.
Memories of the past surfaced in my mind, making me realize that they had really been gone for sixteen years.
"Master!" Lin De called out excitedly when he saw Lin Fu.
"I'm sorry, I didn't protect the old master well." When talking about the old master, he looked pained and almost dared not look at Lin Fu.
Lin Fu quickly stepped forward, took his old brother's hand, and keenly felt the loss of his fingers, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
“It’s none of your business, don’t overthink it,” he said. “How can you outsmart someone who’s not thinking? Ade, you’ve suffered.”
He knew that his brother had probably been suffering all these years, possibly living in constant guilt.
Lin Fu changed the subject, "I heard you've been taking care of Xiao Jiu and my grandsons for me. You've worked hard."
As he was speaking, he saw several people appear in front of him.
Zhang Yun stared at one of them, her once clear eyes now filled with tears, and she said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Jiu?"
"It's Xiao Jiu."
"Damn it, Xiao Jiu."
She stepped forward and hugged Lin Heling tightly.
"Mom knew my little Jiu was lucky and would be alright. God is kind to me and allowed me to see my little Jiu again."
Lin Heling hugged his mother back. After not seeing her for decades, his parents had aged and their hair had turned white.
"mom."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yun both cried and laughed, showing none of the elegance one would expect from a matriarch.
Lin Fu patted his youngest son on the shoulder, "Xiao Jiu is getting old too."
Too many years have passed; fate is cruel.
Zhang Yun was displeased and pushed the old man's arm, "You're the one who's old! Our Xiao Jiu is still young, and my son is so handsome, how is he old!"
A mother who is overly protective of her child can be unreasonable.
Lin Fu: '...'
(End of this chapter)