Reborn As Lucky Star

Fang Miao had long been fed up with this brother and sister duo.

Yesterday, after Lin Chunju left, Old Lin even said that after he died, he wanted to leave part of the inheritance to his sister.

Even though she knew Lin Chunju was not long for this world, Fang Miao's anger exploded in that moment.

She questioned Lin Jianping why he didn't think about her and their son.

The family business they had struggled to build all these years, why should it be left to Lin Chunju.

"Don't you understand why? Back then, to let me leave with peace of mind, Chunju fearlessly married Yue Dashan, the poorest man in Daye Village, and exchanged everything they could for our travel expenses. Just for this, we owe her."

Fang Miao was indignant, "Lin Chunju chose to stay herself, what money could she even spend in the village?"

Lin Jianping coldly stared at her, "Fang Miao, for so many years I've been too lazy to expose you, do you really think I can't guess how you persuaded Chunju?"

Fang Miao felt a chill in her heart as she heard Lin Jianping speak word by word.

"I didn't expose it because I was worried about bad times. If I didn't make a name for myself, my sister following me would have been a burden, but that doesn't mean I can forgive your presumptuous decisions."

Fang Miao thought about Lin Jianping's indifference towards her all these years.

To outsiders, Lin Jianping always seemed like a good husband, a good father.

No matter how much he earned, or how big the company got, he never messed around.

Simply put, the perfect good man.

But only Fang Miao knew, her relationship with Lin Jianping was completely superficial.

Lin Jianping could give her money and the respect of being a wife, but he couldn't give her love.

This filled Fang Miao with resentment.

Lin Jianping simply replied, "I can't love a woman with ill-intentions and a heart like a serpent's, all of my decisions are simply to inform you, not to seek your consent."

At that moment, looking at Lin Jianping's expression, Fang Miao felt deflated.

She finally understood that everything she had tried so hard to hide, perhaps had already been seen through by the man beside her.

After all, to build a business to this level, Lin Jianping was no fool.

Even if illness laid him low, an old lion may lose only its teeth and claws, but never its original sharpness.

But everything must end.

Lin Chunju must die.

Old Lin wouldn't be able to find any heir besides her and their son.

Watching Fang Miao's complexion change, finally twisted into a grimace.

Lin Chunju merely raised an eyebrow, as if watching a show.

A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Her expressions and actions seemed extremely out of place on an elderly person.

However, Fang Miao, immersed in her emotions, didn't notice.

Focused solely on venting her emotions.

"Today is your death day, Lin Chunju, a year from today, considering our acquaintance, I'll remember to burn incense for you."

Fang Miao raised her voice, "Miss Yu, it's up to you now."

Lin Hao stood in the guest room, not showing himself, instead clenching his ears shut.

As if this way, all sins had nothing to do with him.

Yu Mengyu stepped out and froze the moment she saw Lin Chunju.

"Are you—Yue Qingqing's grandmother?"

She had researched everything about Yue Qingqing, and Lin Chunju had appeared on the program.

Yu Mengyu naturally recognized her at a glance.

She was simply amazed at such a coincidence in the world?

In an instant, a sinister smile curled on Yu Mengyu's lips.

"Fine then, perhaps this is my karma with Yue Qingqing."

Lin Chunju frowned, staring at Yu Mengyu.

"You know Yue Qingqing?"

"Heh, of course I know her. She took away the man I loved the most, I wish I could tear her to pieces."

No sooner had she said this, Yu Mengyu's waist-length hair moved on its own, as if alive, spreading out in the air.

Suddenly straightening.

Like steel wires, fiercely stabbing towards Lin Chunju.

Only to see Lin Chunju, with agility unfitting of an elderly person, flip off the couch.

Not forgetting to curse.

"Damn, you think you're Medusa?"