Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 778 - 096 Trashy Woman VS Trashy Woman_3

The old woman’s eyes darted around, how could she let such a good opportunity slip by?

"Hong Mei, although I’m old and have difficulty walking, I can still deliver a message. You are always by the Young Lady’s side, and Madam cannot do without you for even a moment. Let me, the old servant, take care of this errand for you!"

Hong Mei glanced at her sideways, and the old woman offered a pleasing smile, nodding and bowing incessantly.

"If that’s the case, then from now on, I will have to trouble you, mama." Hong Mei smiled sweetly and turned to head back to her room. This old woman was a long-time servant of the Li Mansion, and her complaints would be far more effective than those from Hong Mei herself.

The old woman secretly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and sighed in relief. "From now on"? Did that mean she wouldn’t be sent away? How wonderful!

With the old woman’s vivid descriptions, Lin Siyu’s misdeeds were almost on par with those of a habitual criminal in the big prison.

Lady Jin was just looking for a pretext to deal with Lin Siyu, and this was like delivering a pillow to someone dozing off. She immediately announced that Lin Siyu’s movements were to be restricted and had the cat that caused the trouble drowned in the pond.

The cat had been gifted to Lin Siyu by Li Chang to win her favor. Since getting the cat, Lin Siyu had held it all day long, refusing to put it down even when greeting Lady Jin. Lady Jin greatly disliked furry creatures, but this contemptible woman, relying on Li Chang’s affection, had long since become disrespectful towards her. Lady Jin had been wanting to kill that cat for days, and today, she finally got her wish. It was just a pity she couldn’t have killed Lin Siyu along with it.

When Li Chang learned of Lin Siyu’s misdeeds, he was both heartbroken and disappointed. Although reluctant, he acquiesced to Lady Jin’s punishment of Lin Siyu for the sake of his grandson.

As for Li Chengzhi, it goes without saying. His own son had almost been killed by her, how could he not be distressed? He immediately felt guilty towards Jin Lingling and showed her even more affection.

Poor Lin Siyu, confined alone in a courtyard, could not meet anyone except Panpan. The servants of the mansion, all opportunistic, were delivering only leftover food for her daily meals.

However, Lin Siyu’s confinement proved to be a hard time for Mrs. Liu. Li Chang began to think fondly of her again and renewed his affection towards her. Although Mrs. Liu was unwilling, being favored by Li Chang would grant her the same special treatment Lin Siyu once enjoyed, providing her more opportunities to meet Shen Dajun outside. In this way, her misfortune turned into a blessing.

The conflict between Jin Lingling and Lin Siyu was ultimately just a domestic issue of the Li Mansion. If it hadn’t been for Panpan and Ying Tao speaking about it, Lin Yuan would never have known.

That day, Lin Yuan had just dealt with some minor details at Rice Flower Fragrance and was on her way back to Fuman Building when she encountered the hurried figure of Uncle Foolish Han. Uncle Foolish Han seldom came to the city unless it was for a festival. Could something have happened?

Lin Yuan quickly caught up with him and learned that he had come to the city to summon a doctor. Usually, the villagers would consult a Rural Doctor from the neighboring village, and it was rare for them to come to the city unless the illness was very severe.

"What happened to the village chief? Is it serious?" Lin Yuan clutched Uncle Foolish Han’s sleeve anxiously, "Are you going to Shande Hall? I know some people there."

Uncle Foolish Han, flustered by Lin Yuan’s words, forgot to walk and stuttered, "No, it’s not my father. It’s, it’s your grandfather."

Lin Jianling?

Lin Yuan’s footsteps halted, and her grip on Uncle Foolish Han’s sleeve involuntarily loosened.

When Lin Yuan rushed back to the Lin family’s valley, Lin Jiaxin was sitting inside, playing with Xiao Yongyan. His laughter could be heard from afar, but Lin Yuan, with her keen observation, noted that Lin Jiaxin always kept his head down, his eyes red-rimmed.

Biting her lip, Lin Yuan quietly withdrew, and Lady Liu gave a bitter smile, speaking softly, "Today, your Uncle Foolish Han came over and said your grandfather is very ill this time. Your father was worried you wouldn’t agree, so he secretly gave Uncle Foolish Han ten taels of silver to go to town and consult a doctor."

Fearing her daughter would be angry, Lady Liu gently took her daughter’s hand, speaking earnestly, "Da Ya, if you’re unhappy, tell your mother. Your father is in pain... you..."

A pang struck Lin Yuan’s heart, and she hurriedly grasped Lady Liu’s hand, reassuring her, "Mother, what are you saying? The silver is mine to earn for you to spend however you wish. If you want to spend it or give it to someone else, as long as it’s your will, I will absolutely not interfere. Mother, we are a family, why speak as if we’re strangers?"

Lady Liu smiled contentedly. She felt both pain and guilt for her daughter—pained that her young daughter had to struggle outside and guilty because, as parents, they couldn’t offer any help. Now, they even had to use their daughter’s money to aid someone else, someone who had wanted to immerse their daughter in a pig cage. She feared her daughter would disagree and grow distant from them because of this. But keeping it from her didn’t seem right, after all, they were a family.