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Love Will Become Happiness
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Ever since I learned that my sister was going to marry the adopted son of the Tang family, Tang Ming, my mother's cries have not ceased. She locked herself in her room, weeping all day long, constantly lamenting to my father about the Tang family's shortcomings. To be precise, she was complaining about Tang Ming, saying that the Tang family was a den of tigers and wolves and that Lin Jiao would be bullied if she married into it. At other times, she would say that Tang Ming had a bad reputation; people said he was ruthless in his dealings and cold towards women. A few years ago, the media even exposed that he had fertility issues and would not be able to have children.
Most importantly, although the president of Tang Corporation publicly claimed that Tang Ming was the third young master of the Tang family, he was ultimately just an adopted son with no chance of inheriting the company—a fact everyone accepted. My mother subtly expressed her desire for my father to go plead with President Tang to reconsider this marriage proposal.
My father also complained hysterically to my mother, "This is all your fault! If he hadn't tried to cling to the elder young master Tang for shortcuts, how could he have offended the president and made her marry the third young master? You know how Tang Ming is! No matter how much the elder young master Tang is disliked by President Tang, he's still his biological son. What can we do? How should I know what to do? The Tang Family Group is so big; can we afford to offend them?"
The next day, heart-wrenching cries broke the silence. My sister pleaded with my mother not to marry Tang Ming. They embraced each other in tears, both looking at my father as if waiting for him to find a solution. My sister sobbed, "Dad, the Tang family doesn't even know who Lin Jiao is; there are other daughters in our family who can marry too."
A sense of foreboding gripped my heart. Sure enough, my sister spoke again: "Sister, can you help me just this once?" I snorted coldly and remained silent.
From childhood, our parents only doted on her; whatever she wanted, they would give her. Even what they couldn't provide, they would find ways to make her happy. In their eyes, I felt like grass in the yard—expendable and inconsequential. Watching my sister cry like a rain-soaked pear blossom while my parents looked on with pained yet helpless expressions only deepened my sense of isolation.
Thinking back on my position in the family over the past twenty years, I realized that even if I refused, they would find a way to make me agree. Rather than allowing that to happen, I decided to take control and use this opportunity to break away from the Lin family.
I calmly said, "If you want me to marry in place of my sister, that's fine. Write a severance letter. From today onward, we sever our ties. From now on, whether I, Lin Yue, live well or poorly has nothing to do with the Lin family or you. Likewise, from now on, any matters concerning the Lin family will have nothing to do with me."
My parents exchanged glances, seemingly surprised by my request. I noticed a flicker of hidden joy in their eyes. My father pretended to be troubled and said, "Since you insist, then so be it."
As soon as he finished speaking, my mother prepared the paper and pen. My father took the pen and wrote smoothly and swiftly, as if he had been prepared for this moment. Perhaps they were worried that I would cause trouble for the Lin family while at the Tang family or feared that I might end up in a difficult situation and seek their help. But none of that mattered now.
Taking the severance letter in hand, I felt all lingering attachments fade away. I had no more ties to the Lin family.
The wedding was scheduled for a month later. Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the wedding. Dressed in a wedding gown and made up as a bride, I walked out of the house accompanied by my parents.
As I sat in the car and watched the scenery rush by outside the window, my heart was filled with mixed emotions. From now on, I would be known as Lin Jiao.
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