Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: First Test of the Edge, Cleverly Breaking Through Difficulties

Lin Weiwei's sweet yet subtly provocative smile, like a needle, precisely pierced through all the humiliations of Lin Wan's past and present lives. Especially the swaying pearl earrings on her ears, which should have belonged to her, reflected a dazzling light under the dazzling crystal lights in the restaurant, silently announcing the absurdity of ownership change. A cold anger instantly surged over Lin Wan's head, almost making it impossible for him to maintain the timid disguise on his face. But she held back forcefully. She saw Lin's mother turn her head in line with Lin Weiwei's gaze. When she saw her, the still doting smile on her face faded a bit, and her eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly, as if feeling a little dissatisfied with her late and untimely appearance. She also saw Father Lin sitting in the main seat, but raised her eyelids and her gaze lingered on her for less than half a second before returning to the financial newspaper in her hand, as if she were just an insignificant transparent person. This is her family. In her past life, she longed for twenty years and ultimately used her life to verify her cold and hypocritical 'family'. Lin Wan lowered her eyelashes and pressed all her emotions tightly against her eyes. Her fingers quietly tightened beside her, then slowly loosened. She followed Mrs. Wang step by step down the last few steps towards the magnificent long dining table. Sister, have you finally come down? "Lin Weiwei spoke first, her voice sweet and cloying, with innocent concern." We've been waiting for you for a while. Are you feeling unwell again? "She cleverly guided" late "towards" not feeling well ", showing her magnanimity and concern, while also implying how weak Lin Wan is. Mrs. Lin answered with her usual, somewhat insincere tone of reproach: 'Wanwan, how many times have I told you that family meals should be on time? Always making everyone wait for you.' She didn't even ask if Lin Wan was really uncomfortable. Lin Wan didn't answer immediately. She first quickly scanned the dining table with a hint of panic and unease, just like in her past life. The dishes are more sumptuous than usual, and there is even a bottle of awakened red wine in the middle. Indeed, it was to celebrate Lin Weiwei's "happy occasion". Her gaze finally fell back on Lin Weiwei's ear, revealing just the right amount of surprise and a hint of imperceptible grievance. Her voice was soft and uncertain: "Sister Weiwei, what... are you wearing on your ears?" Lin Weiwei's face flashed with a hint of rapid pleasure, then she gently touched the earrings with her hand, her smile even brighter, and even a little boastful: "Oh, this. Sister, are you talking about these pearl earrings? I think they haven't been worn in the jewelry box for a long time, they're a bit old, so I took them to someone to polish and maintain them. Look, are they much brighter now?" She tilted her head, her tone natural. My mom always says I look great wearing it and look good, right mom? "Mrs. Lin heard this, Sure enough, she smiled and nodded: "Yes, Weiwei's skin is white, and it's beautiful to wear pearls. Your sister is also kind to help you take care of your old things. sisters don't distinguish each other."? Lin Wan's cold laugh from the bottom of her heart almost overflowed her throat. What a seamless integration! Her things, Lin Weiwei took a liking to them, taking them is like 'not distinguishing between each other'? Why didn't Lin Weiwei bring the high-end decorations that filled her wardrobe and the jewelry that filled her dressing table to be "indistinguishable" from herself? In her past life, she was silenced by this bandit logic and could only silently swallow her grievances. But now... Lin Wan looked up, her eyes moist like those of a little deer filled with confusion and a little bit of misunderstood anxiety: "But... Sister Weiwei, when I was tidying up yesterday, I thought I saw them in my jewelry box? And..." She paused, her voice lowered, as if it was difficult to speak, "And I remember, these earrings seem to be mine... something my biological mother might have left me... although they are not valuable, I have always cherished them and wanted to keep them for a thought..." As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the dining table changed slightly. Lin's father paused for a moment as he flipped through the newspaper. Mrs. Lin's smile also stiffened. Any topic involving Lin Wan's biological mother carries an awkward and sensitive reluctance to be touched in this family. Especially when this topic is linked to Lin Weiwei's' taking 'something. Lin Weiwei obviously didn't expect Lin Wanhui, who had always been submissive, to suddenly bring up this matter. Her face changed slightly, but she quickly returned to normal, with a hint of coquettishness and grievance in her tone: "Sister, what do you mean? Will I still secretly take your things? I just want to make them look better and return them to you because they are old! How can you think of me like this..." As she spoke, her eyes turned slightly red, as if she had been wronged a lot. Excellent acting skills! Lin Wan almost cheered for her. If it had been in the past, when Lin Weiwei looked like this, Lin's mother would have taken her over to comfort her with heartache, and then turned to scold Lin Wan for not being sensible and making a big deal out of a molehill. But today, Lin Wan didn't give her this opportunity. Just as Lin's mother was about to speak, Lin Wan spoke up first, with a tone of sudden realization like urgency, even interrupting Lin's mother's words: "Ah! I understand!" Everyone looked at her. I'm sorry, Sister Weiwei, I misunderstood you. You must have wanted to give me a surprise, right? "Lin Wan looked at Lin Weiwei with a slightly apologetic smile on her face. Without waiting for Lin Weiwei to react, she quickly turned to Lin's mother with a bright and almost clumsy sincerity in her eyes." Mom, didn't you always educate us to be thrifty and have love? I remember next week is the school's' Love Sale of Old Things' event, calling on everyone to donate meaningful old things to help children in mountainous areas. "She pointed to the earring on Lin Weiwei's ear, and her tone became light and lively:" I just thought, although these earrings are not good, Valuable, but with special significance. If donated, it can not only help others, but also make this idea more valuable! I was originally ready to donate it, but suddenly I didn't see it and thought it was lost, which scared me! It turns out that it was taken for maintenance by Sister Weiwei. What a hassle for her! "She smiled innocently and even looked at Lin Weiwei with a hint of gratitude, saying, "Sister, you're really good. You even helped me make it so new and shiny. This way, it will definitely sell well at the charity sale and help more children! Thank you, sister!" These words were quick and clear, like a barrage of bullets. The restaurant instantly fell into a dead silence. The grievances and coquettishness on Lin Weiwei's face completely froze, gradually shattering and turning pale. Donate... to donate? charity sale? Her well maintained hands, which only wear brand new luxury items, and the earrings she has worn, are actually going to be donated to a charity sale by her despised local bun sister?! What has she become? Wearing junk that someone else wants to donate?! Mrs. Lin was also stunned. She looked at Lin Wan's innocent and loving eyes, and then at Lin Weiwei's instantly ugly face, not knowing what to say for a moment. Blame Lin Wan? But every word she spoke was in response to her call for "diligence, frugality," "compassion," and even thanked Lin Weiwei? Support Lin Weiwei? But that earring... Lin's father finally put down the newspaper, and his gaze, with a hint of scrutiny, fell on Lin Wan for the first time. This usually silent and almost non-existent daughter seems... a bit different today? Wang's mother stood aside, even more stunned. Lin Wan seemed completely unaware of the eerie atmosphere, still looking at Lin Weiwei with a sweet and expectant smile. "So... sister, now that she's taken care of, can she return it to me? I want to submit it to the teacher for registration tomorrow." Lin Weiwei was in a difficult position. What can she say? Say no, I'm interested in these earrings. Can't you donate them? Her usual image of being kind, generous, and caring collapsed instantly. If she could, then she would have to take off the earrings she had just put on and hadn't had a chance to show off enough, in this extremely embarrassing way! She was so angry that her fingers were trembling, and her nails were deeply squeezed into her palm. She turned to Lin's mother for help. Lin's mother opened her mouth, but ultimately couldn't say something like "don't donate" that would slap her face. In the end, she could only say dryly to Lin Weiwei, "Weiwei, since it's something your sister is going to donate to charity, then... just give it back to her first." She deliberately added the word "charity" in an attempt to save some face. Lin Weiwei's face turned from white to green, full of excitement. Under the urging gaze of Mrs. Lin, she raised her hand in extreme humiliation and slowly took off the pair of pearl earrings that had become extremely hot at the moment. The cold metal fell into Lin Wan's open palm. Lin Wan carefully closed her fingers, as if holding some precious treasure, and gave Lin Weiwei an extremely grateful smile: "Thank you, little sister! You have been a great help!" Then, she solemnly put the earring into her pocket, as if she had accomplished something great. She successfully guarded her mother's possible belongings (although what she really wanted to guard was the pair of bell strings), and, with the most noble reason, gave Lin Weiwei a silent slap, leaving her speechless. Although it was just a small step, a long lost sense of joy surged in Lin Wan's heart. The taste of revenge is so sweet. She obediently sat down in the most remote position where she used to sit, as if the storm just now had never happened. Dinner began in a strange and silent atmosphere.