Zhao Guilan was first stunned, then shocked, angry, furious, and finally enraged, grabbing a pillow from the bed and fiercely smashing it towards her. "You shameless and rotten b**ch, dirty trash! What have you done behind my back! Ah? Is this how you degrade yourself, how are you going to get married in the future?" Lin Mian coolly smiled, her eyes full of mockery and revenge. "So you're right, no one will want to marry a dirty thing like you, understand?" "Now, I'm not even worth fifty thousand, you guys figure it out yourselves." Zhao Guilan sat on the bed, closed her eyes for a while, but she was still furious. She never expected Lin Mian to break the jar so recklessly; in the countryside, women who have had love affairs are not valued, let alone a woman like her who has played around! In the future, when she arranges a marriage for her, she can only choose from those odd lots and divorced ones! Playing a good hand and smashing it to pieces! Zhao Guilan felt her blood boiling all over her body. She grabbed everything she could find around her and rained it down on Lin Mian. She cursed at her with all kinds of dirty words! Lin Mian stood there like a wooden doll, letting Zhao Guilan hit and curse at her fiercely. A pile of miscellaneous things fell on her body and head, causing pain, swelling, and a buzzing sound in her head. Lin Mian's back remained straight, stubborn from top to bottom. Zhao Guilan finally got tired of smashing things, and stopped under the restraint of Lin Zhen.
Lin Zhen whispered in Zhao Guilan's ear, "Mom, don't get angry. She has already fallen to this point, the marriage is ruined for sure, those marks on her body are too embarrassing. She won't be able to go on blind dates in the short term. We might as well take the money and throw the household registration book to her." Zhao Guilan's chest heaved up and down with anger, she glared fiercely at Lin Mian, then gritted her teeth and spoke. "Give her the household registration book, just get out!" Hearing the command, Lin Zhen took out a red leather booklet from the inner pocket of his clothes, then pulled out Lin Mian's page and threw it over. The paper fell lightly on the ground, mixed with a pile of scattered banknotes. "Take your things and leave." Lin Zhen's tone was somewhat disappointed. Lin Mian didn't care about all this, she picked up the new sheet of paper carefully, put it in her bag, then turned and left the ward without looking back. Behind her, Zhao Guilan poked at her heart unwilling to let go of her anger. "Lin Mian, look at what you have become now, your father always pities you, favors you, you have really brought shame to your father!" Lin Mian's footsteps paused, a faint pain in her heart. In all of this, the only person she felt sorry for was her father. Lin Mian closed her eyes, forced back the tears, and walked out the door in big steps. … After leaving the ward, Lin Mian was covered in dirt and in a pitiable state.
Zhao Guilan never showed mercy when hitting her; her forehead and arms were scratched by something, now starting to throb slightly with pain. She felt a hand covered in blood after touching. She was not in the right state to go to work, nor did she have the mood to deal with the wounds. Just as she was about to go back, she collided head-on with a tall and slender figure. Lin Mian looked up and saw the familiar figure of a man. He was dressed in a long white coat, making his figure even more tall and slim. His face was covered with a medical mask, hiding most of his face, only revealing a pair of deep black eyes. Even with just his eyes, she could recognize him at a glance. Shi Lin's gaze swept over her, his eyes calm and devoid of any emotion. However, the words he spoke carried a hint of mockery and sarcasm. "Miss Lin, you look quite miserable now. Compared to when you were under me, you are far worse off." "Even if you were sold a few times, you still wouldn't end up this miserable. It seems following me was a better choice." Lin Mian: "..."