Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

"A test? A test... isn't that unnecessary?" Lin Lulu's awkward smile twitched, as if countless cold arrows were aimed at her. Startled, she quickly said, "Uncle, I was just using an analogy! Do you have to be so serious?"

Awoo!

It seems this plan won't work.

What should she do?

Given the power of Yi Jing's family, if they knew about the masked man, would they make her endure all ten of the most brutal tortures of the Qing Dynasty to expose her premarital "adulterer"?

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but shudder.

Finished!

This is a huge disaster!

The masked man incident will definitely blow up within a month. At that time, her position as Mrs. Jing Sichen will be in jeopardy, and she will have no ability to fight against the Lin family.

Unfortunately, she ended up completely offending the Lin family today.

"What should we do?" she exclaimed urgently, her face clearly showing panic. "The Lin family members are all ruthless! If they find out one day that you're an imposter, and I could be kicked out of the Jing family at any moment, our fates will be truly miserable! You're such a grown man, how can you act so recklessly like me? If it weren't for the crime of impersonating Jing Sichen, perhaps I could be forgiven, but now that I'm helping you cover up your lie, won't they think I'm in cahoots with you, secretly having an affair? It'll be impossible to clear my name even if I jump into the Yellow River!"

She yelled at him?

How dare this woman yell at him?

Jing Sichen clenched his fist, and a chilling aura emanated from his body, erupting towards her like an iceberg.

Looking into his clear, aggrieved eyes, he sighed and, with great compassion, not only didn't hold it against him, but also asked, "Have you been bullied all your life?" His voice already held a hint of pity.

For a moment, Lin Lulu seemed to have been thrown back into that helpless situation she used to be in, her eyes filled with gloom.

"My dad is considered an idiot by everyone. I've been scolded countless times since I was in my mother's womb."

When I was little, I thought that as long as I was good and obedient, my grandparents would like us.

"Perhaps, if I were a boy, things would be slightly different!"

"Or, if I were very, very beautiful, and very, very intelligent, everything would be different!"

"They promised to lend my sister money for a heart transplant if my dad crawled through a dog hole. But when my dad crawled through, all they gave him was a receipt that could only be redeemed ten years later."

"A few days ago, Lin Ao'ao's father told my mother that if I slept with him for one night, he would give me money immediately. My mother agreed. That was the first time I picked up a knife. I chased that man away, and I thought I could finally protect them, but my mother cried and slapped me hard, saying that I had also driven away my sister's last hope of living. She said she didn't have a daughter like me and told me to get out and get out of that house."

"I don't understand, is it really that hard to be poor?"

"Knowing full well they're just playing a trick on us, yet we still cling to that 0.1% hope of mercy, and even consider resistance a grave mistake?"

"so……"

So she chose to go to hell herself, sold herself, and had a one-night stand with the masked man.

She wasn't even afraid of death and was willing to marry Jing Sichen, only wishing for the well-being of her parents and younger sister.

But now, she has overestimated herself and offended the Lin family, thinking she could take revenge. What should she do?

She wasn't afraid of being killed or tortured, but how could she implicate her parents and sister?

Jing Sichen sat next to Lin Lulu, listening to her questions, but he, who was usually eloquent, was at a loss for words.

The distance between them was not far, yet there seemed to be an invisible, thick wall between them, which he could not cross no matter how hard he tried.

Her thin shoulders trembled slightly, and he saw her tears fall onto the back of her hand.

One drop—

Another drop—

It was like a drop falling on his heart.

Even someone as strong as Jing Sichen didn't know how to comfort a girl, so he could only awkwardly utter two words: "Don't cry."

"I didn't actually want to cry." She hurriedly wiped away her tears, but new ones started falling. "I think crying is a very pretentious and useless thing!"

We've been bullied for so many years, shouldn't we be used to it by now?

But for some reason, I suddenly couldn't help it.

I've always known that I shouldn't have any expectations of anything; my life was predetermined from the very beginning.

Good people can have good fortune, and bad people can have good fortune, but I, Lin Lulu, cannot have good fortune.

When I found out I was going to marry Jing Sichen, I was quite happy!

Because I finally have a reason to die!

Moreover, there is no burden required.

Uncle, do you know what it feels like to have to consider the future even when you're contemplating suicide?

If I die, what will happen to my parents and sister? Who will protect them when they are bullied? Wouldn't losing a member of the workforce make our already impoverished family even worse off?

But ironically, I didn't die, and I even fantasized that I could get justice.

And now...

But now it turns out everything is only going to get worse!

Waaaaah—

The girl in front of him was crying her eyes out. Jing Sichen unconsciously clenched his fists, and he felt a surge of rage, wanting to beat up everyone who dared to hurt her.

Wait!

How dare you bully his woman!

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, his large hand gently stroking her back. "I'm late."

"And one more thing," she said, her tone unusually gentle, "it's not your fault."

Lin Lulu's heart skipped a beat. When she looked up, she met Jing Sichen's eyes and for a moment forgot to push him away.

It wasn't her fault?

This is the first time anyone has ever said something like that to her!

His handsome face was overflowing with tenderness, especially his eyes, which had lost all their coldness and were filled with heartache, pity, affection, and a domineering desire to protect her.

The pain and fear in my heart miraculously disappeared at that moment.

I feel that perhaps we don't need to think so much about the future in life.

What if there's still a chance?

"Uncle," she said, tilting her head slightly and giving him a gentle smile, "thank you."

This time, it was Jing Sichen's turn to be stunned.

His large hand, which had been comforting her, paused in mid-air; he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Thanks?

The moment those two words escaped her lips, he felt, for the first time, ashamed.

"Don't trust just anyone." His voice was hoarse, radiating a cold aura. "You don't understand me."

"I don't need to understand you, I just need to know that from yesterday to today, you were there for me during my saddest times." She smiled, her eyes crinkling, innocent and unguarded. "You were the first person to help me, and the first person to comfort me."

Looking into her trusting eyes, and thinking about his purpose in approaching her, he felt as if his eyes were being burned, and he dared not look at her.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me, a mixture of helplessness, anger, grievance, rage, regret, and guilt.

"What if... I've only been using you all this time?" He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were cold and unreadable. "Or, one day, you'll die by my hand?"