The air conditioner in the Su family's living room is turned on fully.
Lin Chen stood on the mirror-like Italian marble floor, feeling the cold air penetrate from the soles of his feet into the cracks of his bones.
He had just dried the last set of dishes and chopsticks and put them in the disinfection cabinet. The fingers were a little white from the detergent, and there was still a shallow cut on the fingertips from the edge of the basin when I washed my brother-in-law Su Kai's socks yesterday.
"Lin Chen, come here."
Mother-in-law Wang Li's voice was like an ice-hardened awl piercing through the leather sofa.
She was crossing her legs, holding a black gold card in her hand, without even bothering to raise her eyelids. The air was filled with the strong and sharp scent of her "Meet Xiangfen" perfume, which stung Lin Chen's nose.
He walked over silently and stood in front of her with his hands hanging down, like a stake waiting for judgment.
"Look what day it is." Wang Li finally raised her eyes, with undisguised disgust in her eyes, "You have been living in my Su family for three years, eating and drinking for free."
With every word she spoke, the lipstick on her lips became tighter.
"Who is our Wan Yin? The most beautiful woman in Jiangcheng, the eldest lady of the Su family! What about you? A waste with a ruined cultivation! If Wan Yin hadn't blindly fallen in love with you because of your talent, you wouldn't even be qualified to enter our Su family!"
Lin Chen's nails dug into the palm of his hand quietly. The tingling sensation is more distinct than in the chest.
Three years ago, he was not useless.
