Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: The Old Man Still Remains, Hatred is Hard to Calm

The impatient knocking and urging sounds, like cold needles, instantly pierced Lin Wan's newly rebuilt defenses. It's Wang Mama. The Lin family is accustomed to watching people eat dishes, especially fond of holding Lin Weiwei and stepping on her, this "down and out" real heiress nanny. Fragments of past life memories surged up. It was this voice that echoed countless times at her doorstep, with both overt and covert mockery, conveying various "instructions" from Lin Mu or Lin Weiwei, forcing her to do things she didn't want to do and give up what belonged to her. Every knock on the door was like a reminder to her how superfluous and unwelcome she was in this home. A violent impulse almost overwhelmed reason - rushing out and tearing apart this harsh mouth! But Lin Wan clenched her fists tightly, her nails deeply squeezed into her palm, and the sharp pain quickly calmed her down. no way. It's not the right time yet. She is weak and inexperienced, and has not even fully understood the current situation of this' home '. Rashly tearing one's face apart will only repeat the mistakes of the past life, easily being accused of being "ignorant" and "white eyed wolf", and then being kicked out faster. If you can't bear it, you'll mess up big plans. She needs information, time, and needs to re-examine these 'old friends' to find their weaknesses and fate. The flames of hatred burned wildly in her heart, but were forcibly suppressed by her, leaving only a cold silence in her eyes. She took a deep breath, and when she lifted her head again, the shock, fury, and determination that belonged to the reborn had disappeared from her face, leaving only a slightly tired and timid numbness - a perfect replica of the cautious and bewildered Lin Wan when she first returned to the Lin family. She walked over and opened the door. Outside the door, there stood Wang Mama, dressed in servant clothes but meticulously tidying herself up. At the age of over forty, she had a shrewd and snobbish expression at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. When she saw Lin Wan, a subtle hint of contempt flashed in her eyes, but there was still a hint of formulaic expression on her face. Miss, how did you open the door? Madam, sir, and Miss Weiwei are all waiting below, "Mrs. Wang called out," Miss, "but there was no hint of respect in her tone, only urging," Miss Weiwei plays the piano so well that Madam is fascinated. Please tidy up quickly and don't make everyone wait in a hurry, especially Mr. Weiwei, who dislikes being punctual the most. Every time, it was the majesty of Lin's parents and the excellence of Lin Weiwei that oppressed her, making her feel ashamed and afraid of any rebellion. Lin Wan lowered his eyelashes and covered the icy light at the bottom of his eyes. She remembers this time point. If I remember correctly, tonight's so-called "family banquet" was actually because Lin Weiwei had just made a splash at a small socialite gathering. Lin's mother was in a good mood and specially ordered the kitchen to add dishes. And asking her to go down is not about sharing family, it's probably because Lin Weiwei accidentally mentioned something and wanted to grab something from her. In her past life, she panicked under such urging, and then in a joyful atmosphere (excluding her), Lin Weiwei used an innocent tone to "borrow" a pair of precious but meaningful pearl earrings left to her by her mother, never to come back. I understand, Mom Wang. "Lin Wan's voice was soft and hoarse (just enough to hide it from just waking up), and she even deliberately made her body slightly curl up, appearing even more weak." I... I'll go down now. "Wang Ma seemed satisfied with her submissive appearance, and with a nod, she suddenly remembered something. Her gaze swept over Lin Wan's old white washed nightgown, and her tone was tinged with a hint of pretended care:" Miss, you're going to wear this? Madam is the most disciplined person, I'm afraid she won't be happy if she sees it. Miss Weiwei specially changed into a new dress. That's it. Clearly showing concern, secretly stepping on her and praising Lin Weiwei. If it were a past life, Lin Wan would only feel embarrassed and embarrassed, feeling inferior for not having glamorous clothes. But now... Lin Wan lifted her head, her eyes still timid, but she softly said, "But last time, Mom said that girls should be frugal and not always pursue new clothes. I think... this one is quite clean." Wang's mother was momentarily speechless. Lin's mother does often talk about "frugality", especially towards Lin Wan. She didn't expect this introverted girl to use these words to shut her mouth today. Lin Wan ignored her and turned around to pretend to make the bed, but in reality, her gaze quickly swept across the room. She needs to collect information, any information. Her gaze swept over the desk, wardrobe, and finally landed on a small, open jewelry box on the bedside table. There are only a few isolated pieces of jewelry in average condition inside. And among them, a pair of small silver bell bracelets strung in red thread made her gaze slightly frozen. She remembers this. This is probably the only thing her biological mother left her before she was abducted, which she had been wearing on her hands and was still there when she was found. Although not valuable, she has always cherished it. At this moment, another pair of slightly decent silver ear studs embedded with inferior pearls were missing from the jewelry box. Lin Wan's heart sank suddenly. incorrect. Does the timeline seem to have subtle deviations? The pearl earrings were 'borrowed' and should have been taken away at tonight's family banquet. Could it be that it's already... She casually flicked the bell strings with her fingers, whispering softly to herself, as if complaining, "It's still better to have Sister Weiwei, everything... even the pair of pearl earrings I like, she just said 'like it, mom...'" She didn't finish her sentence, deliberately leaving half of it, but the residual light of her eyes tightly locked onto Wang Mama's reaction. Wang's mother's face changed slightly, her eyes flickered slightly, and she instinctively defended (or concealed) Lin Weiwei: "Miss, what you said... Miss Weiwei felt sorry for you. Seeing that your earrings were old, she said she would take them to help you clean and maintain them. She is kind-hearted, don't misunderstand." Cleaning and maintenance? Lin Wan sneered inwardly. In the past life, it was also this excuse, and then there was no more. Until her death, those earrings were worn on Lin Weiwei's ears, becoming a symbol of her "unique taste" and "not pursuing luxury". It seems that some things happened earlier than she remembered. Is it because her rebirth triggered subtle changes, or did she actually overlook too many details that were stolen early in her past life? This information is very important. Meanwhile, Wang's eagerness to maintain Lin Weiwei's attitude is too obvious. Why is a nanny so loyal to a fake heiress? Just because Lin Weiwei is more favored? Lin Wan suppressed her doubts and hatred in her heart, didn't ask any further questions, just let out a low "oh", appearing both aggrieved and helpless. Wang's mother also seemed to be overreacting, cleared her throat, and urged again, "Hurry up, Miss." Lin Wan slowly found a dress that was half new but still decent to put on. Throughout the whole process, she could feel Wang's mother's scrutinizing and impatient gaze sticking to her back. Her brain is running rapidly. Downstairs is the Hongmen Banquet. She is about to face the three core characters who pushed her into the abyss in her past life: the eccentric and confused mother Mrs. Lin, the indifferent and profit oriented Chairman Lin, and the fake sister Lin Weiwei who dominates the magpie nest and has excellent acting skills. How should she respond? Like in my past life, swallowing my pride? No, that will only make them worse. Tear your face directly? No, the disparity in power is a self destructive path. She must find a way to both temporarily hibernate and subtly start counterattacking, at least to hold onto what she currently has left, such as... those bell ropes? Or, bury a small thorn for them? The melody of the Moonlight Sonata has stopped at some point. There were faint and cheerful laughter coming from downstairs, mainly Lin Weiwei's coquettish and gentle responses from Mrs. Lin. A harmonious and warm atmosphere. But it has nothing to do with her true blood relatives. Lin Wan tidied up her clothes and finally glanced at the seemingly fragile girl in the mirror, whose eyes were frozen in ice. She took a deep breath, as if trying to muster enough courage. Then, she turned around and whispered to Mrs. Wang, "Let's go." She followed her and walked out of the room, heading towards the brightly lit but dangerous "home" downstairs. Every step feels like stepping on a blade. With each step, the hatred and calmness in her heart intertwined even more tightly.