Lin Xiwei had been setting this up for a long time; today, even if she had to fight tooth and nail, she was determined to take down both of them!
Lin Juying and Lin Haojie—both had to be dealt with.
“Am I lying? Lin Haojie, in front of these two officers, do you think I’d dare speak nonsense?”
Lin Xiwei deliberately glanced at the two police officers, using their presence to corner him:
“At a time like this, never underestimate the professional judgment of law enforcement. Right and wrong, they know in their hearts.”
Lin Haojie was completely dumbfounded, feeling that something was off but unable to articulate it.
Lin Xiwei was too cunning!
His mind went into a complete tangle, unable to find a way out.
The lead officer spoke with righteous authority:
“Miss Lin is correct. We police have our professional integrity. Right and wrong, we have our own ears and, more importantly, fair and impartial judgment.”
The implication was clear—they believed Lin Juying’s story.
On the day Fu Xinghan was killed, the two officers who took Fu Cuilian in for questioning were none other than these two.
Now, for today’s scene, having them personally present ensured that justice would be revisited—and corrected!
“Lin Juying, you are suspected of murdering Lin Yulan. From this moment, you are under arrest!”
The officer escorting Lin Juying swiftly produced handcuffs, securing her hands firmly behind her back:
“Now, please come with us and cooperate with the criminal investigation department.”
Lin Juying, ever the eccentric, roared:
“Why am I the only one being handcuffed? Lin Haojie killed someone too!”
“You lunatic woman!!!”
Lin Haojie nearly spit blood in disbelief. What a useless teammate! A complete disaster!
“Are you insane? You killed Lin Yulan yourself and now, seeing you’re about to face execution, you want to drag me down with you?”
He spoke to the two officers, but his eyes subtly pleaded with Fu Cuilian:
“Mom, didn’t you already explain everything to the officers that day? Please say it again so they know the truth.”
He was hinting that Fu Cuilian should step forward and take the blame.
“Yes! That’s right, that’s exactly it…”
Fu Cuilian, determined to weld this huge burden onto herself, rushed forward to block:
“Comrades, comrades, listen to me! That day, Fu Xinghan tried to do something to me, so I killed him with a stone. It had nothing to do with Haojie—nothing at all!”
“It was Lin Haojie who killed Fu Xinghan!!!”
Lin Juying, hysterical, jumped on the opportunity to pile on, refusing to give an inch—she was determined to ruin her own brother.
…
Fu Cuilian’s world collapsed.
“Lin Juying! You brat! Haojie is your own brother, your only brother! How can you push him into the fire?”
Seeing her mother in such agony, Lin Juying felt a perverse sense of satisfaction, laughing wildly:
“Ha! I’m happy about it—what do you care? Lin Haojie, your only son, ha, your only son, is about to die! Hahaha!”
In their rural hometown, no matter how many children a family had, only sons truly mattered.
Daughters were considered someone else’s property once they married.
Fu Cuilian had two daughters and a son, and subconsciously, she regarded only Lin Haojie as her true child.
Their definition of “only son” wasn’t literal; one son among many daughters counted as the “only son.”
“Lin Haojie, I hate you!”
Lin Juying spat at her brother in fury, feeling fully satisfied:
“Finally, it’s your turn, hahaha, you finally face this!”
Then she turned to her mother, beaming with delight:
“Mom, your son is about to face the firing squad!”
Fu Cuilian was furious, struck Lin Juying, and a fierce fight broke out:
“Why did Haojie kill Fu Xinghan? Don’t you understand, you brat?! It was to save you! You heartless wretch, I knew it—you’re nothing but a worthless child! You killed your sister and now you want to kill your brother…”
Lin Xiwei watched this human tragedy unfold with amusement.
In her past life, Lin Juying had been even crueler to her.
Whenever Lin Juying was mistreated by her sister, brother, or mother, she would run to Lin Xiwei’s room to vent.
At that time, Lin Xiwei was paralyzed in bed, a lamb to the slaughter.
Lin Juying was a hundred times more malicious than Lin Yulan!
Lin Yulan, out of jealousy, at most verbally attacked Lin Xiwei and occasionally hit her.
Lin Juying, however, was a demon crawled out of hell—her nature was corrupt from early on, her mind twisted, and the ways she tortured Lin Xiwei were vile and countless.
Once, during Lin Xiwei’s menstrual period, Lin Juying actually carried her out into the snow. Lin Xiwei fought to crawl back inside, only to be thrown back out into the freezing snow by Lin Juying waiting at the door. The icy, bone-chilling sensation is something Lin Xiwei still remembers vividly to this day.
…
“I just stepped out for a moment, and the house is this lively,” the old master said, having had enough of the spectacle, tapping his cane with a “tap-tap-tap” as he entered:
“Hmph! A bunch of rabble, taking advantage of my absence to bully my granddaughter—despicable and vile!”
Lin Xiwei turned and saw her grandfather, accompanied by the steward Zhang Bo, had returned.
“Grandpa, you’re back,” Lin Xiwei said sweetly, smiling like a perfectly obedient and adorable little girl.
It seemed as if today’s entire scene wasn’t the chessboard Lin Xiwei had carefully arranged step by step, but rather that Lin Haojie and the others had come looking for trouble and attempted to frame her.
Lin Haojie, seeing Lin Xiwei’s innocent act, was completely taken aback—completely unlike her usual self.
In a flash, he suddenly realized—the photos weren’t taken by chance; Lin Xiwei had been lying in wait for a long time.
When they were kicked out of the Lin mansion, Lin Xiwei had deliberately called Lin Yulan over, playing a classic divide-and-conquer trick!
Lin Xiwei had planned for this exact scene today, on purpose!
Even after understanding it, it was too late.
Everything that should or shouldn’t happen, everything that should or shouldn’t be said, had all been revealed clearly.
Fu Cuilian fell to her knees with a thud, quickly crawling to Lin Weixin and bowing her head to the ground repeatedly, leaving marks on her forehead:
“Old master, I beg you, please, save our Haojie! He’s the only heir of the Lin family…”
“Shut up!” The old master despised hearing that sentence:
“You poisonous woman, deceiving Chengyou for all these years—how dare you say that now?”
Lin Chengyou may have been unbearable, but he was still Lin Weixin’s son.
Moreover, people die like lights going out, and the old master, having sent his white-haired son into the grave, had complex and unspeakable feelings toward Lin Chengyou.
“Old Zhang, show her the evidence.”
At the old master’s command, steward Zhang Bo took a file from a deep brown briefcase, opened it, and showed it to her:
“This is the paternity test our master had sent from Hong Kong. Look carefully—”
“Lin Chengyou and Lin Haojie: no biological relation.”
“Lin Chengyou and Lin Yulan: no biological relation.”
“Lin Chengyou and Lin Juying: no biological relation.”
“Ms. Fu Cuilian, facing such ironclad evidence, what do you have to say?”
Fu Cuilian was struck as if by lightning once again!
Even Lin Haojie was completely dumbfounded—Lin Weixin had gone to such lengths.
Lin Xiwei knew in her heart that her grandfather had already investigated—there was no DNA testing facility in the city. The relevant samples had to be sent to Hong Kong, where the technology was far more advanced. In this era, DNA testing could indeed be done, and with high accuracy.
Since this group had previously lived in the Lin mansion, obtaining hair samples from them had been trivial.
Lin Weixin, still furious, blew on his whiskers, glared, and snorted again:
“Fu Cuilian, you poisonous woman! Deceiving Chengyou all these years—where is your conscience?”
Even at this point, Fu Cuilian tried one last trick:
“Old master, I kowtow to you, I beg you… Although Haojie isn’t Chengyou’s biological child, he has grown up by Chengyou’s side all these years. Chengyou has always treated Haojie as the sole heir, raising him with parental love stronger than blood! I beg you, for Chengyou’s sake, save Haojie!”
Everyone—including Lin Xiwei—was utterly dumbfounded.
She could still play this card?
Tsk, even Snow Auntie would have to kneel and call the big shots—how slick is that?
“Get out of our Lin family!” The old master, showing a completely ‘eyes don’t see, heart doesn’t care’ expression, had reached the limit of his patience:
“The only heir of the Lin family is my eldest granddaughter, whom I personally raised. You filthy, shameless rascals, get out! (ノ｀【emoji】)ノ”