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Fake Heir of a Rich Family
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I am the Fake Young Master of a Wealthy Family, and the True Young Master died in a kidnapping. His last call was to me, but I didn't answer. I became the sinner of the Family. My parents cursed me for being heartless. My sister questioned why it wasn't me who died. Even my wife, in her midnight dreams, calls out his name. After ten years of effort, I ultimately failed to win her over.
The system asked me, "Are you really willing to just disappear?" After thinking for a moment, I replied, "I have one last request."
"Who? You mean your brother Lin Che?" the system inquired. I nodded. "Didn't you say he was faking his death?"
"I'm tired. No matter what I do, they will never love me. So let him come back."
I am a book traveler, assigned the task of gaining my family's love. At first, I thought this task would be simple; who doesn't love their own family? But it wasn't long before Lin Che arrived at the Lin family. He is the True Young Master, and I am the fake one. My parents, remembering their nurturing feelings, allowed me to stay in the Lin family. Since then, love has become a luxury for me.
Today marks the tenth anniversary of Lin Che's death and my last attempt to complete the task. In the morning, I cautiously probed my wife: "Yan, can you say you love me?" She pressed her lips together in silence and after a moment rubbed her forehead in frustration and replied impatiently, "Lin Chi, do you not remember what day it is today? Don't you feel any guilt or sadness at all?" With that, she turned and walked away without looking back.
An expected response.
Today holds significant meaning for them.
My parents repeatedly reminded me during the last family gathering that this year's memorial has an important ceremony, and we must not be late.
"It's been ten years, and I still lost to him."
"Aren't they convinced that I am the sinner who caused Lin Che's death?"
"Then let me, this sinner, do one good deed before I disappear."
The system fell silent for a moment before agreeing.
Gu Yan has been waiting outside impatiently, and the butler has come in to urge me twice.
I packed my bags slowly and replied, "I'll go by myself."
The butler frowned and said, "Sir, even if you want to be angry with Madam, you should choose a good day for it; there's no need to make things difficult for yourself."
See, even the servants know that anything related to Lin Che is Gu Yan's Achilles' heel.
Fortunately, I no longer care whether she will be angry or not.
Unexpectedly, it was my sister Lin Rong who stormed in angrily.
She pointed at me and scolded, "What are you dawdling for? I warn you, don't act up today!"
A sharp pain shot through my chest; an old injury had flared up again, and I frowned while covering it.
But Lin Rong mocked me, "What are you pretending for? It's disgusting to see you looking for trouble on an important day."
Lin Rong used to protect me; when I was bullied by delinquents in my youth, she would recklessly drag me to confront them.
After Lin Che arrived, she spoke up for me in front of our parents and did everything she could to keep me from leaving.
But Lin Che was very patient; starting from small matters, he always managed to win her over, and gradually she became less affectionate towards me than before.
After Lin Che's death, there was a time when she got drunk and grabbed my collar fiercely, asking, "Why weren't you the one who died?" Not long after that, she personally sent me to a mental hospital.
Shouting would get you electrocuted.
Moving around freely would earn you lashes.
Running away is also impossible; I would be stripped of my clothes and beaten, then locked up for thirty days, with only one steamed bun and two bowls of water to eat each day. That was when my injuries were inflicted.
Looking at Lin Rong's mocking face, I smiled and replied, "Yeah, I just don't want to go. Is a person who has been dead for ten years worth all this trouble? No matter how well you do, he won't see it."
"It's been ten years; he might have already reincarnated, perhaps as an animal."
Slap—
Lin Rong's hand came down hard on my face.
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