Chapter 787 - 098 Getting beaten up, offering incense_4
At the side, Li Feng’e let out a cold laugh, tauntingly saying, "Well, isn’t that a miscalculation? Still hoping to take advantage? Even the old lady sides with them. What a useless thing you are!"
"No one would think you’re mute if you didn’t speak!" Lin Jiaxiao’s heart was already uneasy, and his wife’s sarcasm only added to his irritation.
Li Feng’e rolled her eyes, delighted by Lin Jiaxiao’s embarrassment.
Lin Jiaxin gave Lady Yang a glance, and immediately his eyes began to well up with tears. He gently nodded to her, then took Lady Liu and the children’s hands and entered the mourning hall to light incense for Lin Jianling.
Lin Jiaxin knelt to the ground and heavily kowtowed three times. It was not until after the final kowtow, when his wife and daughters had already raised their heads, that he remained with his forehead to the ground, not lifting his head.
Lady Liu bit her lip, passed little Xiao Yongyan to Lin Yuan, and reached out to pull her husband’s arm, softly comforting him.
Lady Liu’s gentle words in his ear made Lin Jiaxin’s grief even more intense, his sobbing grew louder, and his body started to tremble. Slowly, he could no longer contain his emotions and burst into loud weeping, crying and incoherently blaming himself.
"Oh father, I have been an unfilial son. How could you leave us like this? If I had known you were suffering, I should have listened to the village head and come to see you. Father, sob sob, I am unfilial, so unfilial!"
Hearing her husband’s crying, Lady Liu could not help herself from crying streams of tears, pulling out a handkerchief to fiercely wipe the tears off her face, but no matter how she wiped, they wouldn’t stop flowing.
As Lin Jiaxin and his wife cried, the little Xiao Yongyan in Lin Yuan’s arms also began to cry loudly. Lin Wei and Xiao Linshuang, one silently shed tears, while the other cried loudly. Lin Yuan comforted her little brother while trying to calm Xiao Linshuang, busy to the point of distraction, her own nose beginning to feel sore.
Compared to Lin Jiazhong’s brothers’ mourning, the cries of Lin Jiaxin’s family struck the villagers even more deeply. The women with softer hearts began to wipe away tears, and all the men shook their heads and sighed, feeling pity for the deceased Lin Jianling. Such a good son and daughter-in-law, and he had once been so heartless to cast them out—how foolish!