All Wrong, All Wrong

"Fine." Lin Qingxiu scoffed coldly, "Let's see then."

She refused to believe there could be any twist to this matter.

Lin Qingxiu turned to the next page of the diary.

The carefully handwritten characters laid bare before her eyes.

[Today, Third Sister and I got into a car accident. Third Sister was bleeding heavily and lost consciousness. The driver died, and the car window was shattered. I crawled out from inside, but I couldn’t pull Third Sister out through the window. I had no choice but to run outside to find help.]

At this, Lin Qingxiu’s eyes trembled violently.

He hadn’t run away—he’d gone to get help?

But even if he hadn’t fled, his actions still looked like abandonment. And it was because of him—because she was taking him to buy clothes—that the accident happened in the first place. Because of it, she had been paralyzed for a year.

So all these years, blaming Lin Xuan hadn’t been wrong!

Lin Qingxiu tightened her grip on her phone and kept reading.

[But everyone was afraid the car would catch fire. No one was willing to help. I had to drag Third Sister out bit by bit. Three seconds after I pulled her free, the car exploded into flames. Thank goodness Third Sister wasn’t hurt—otherwise, I could never forgive myself.]

Lin Qingxiu’s eyes widened in shock.

Had Lin Xuan actually saved her?

How was that possible?

What was really going on?

Lin Qingxiu hurriedly read on.

[Later, the ambulance took Third Sister away, and I could finally relax. I begged Mom to take me to the hospital to see her, but Third Sister seemed to hate me more and more. Every time she saw me, she became extremely agitated, so I had to hide and avoid her.]

[Third Sister was paralyzed, and I didn’t know what to do. The only thing I could think of was dressing up as a frog to cheer her up and encourage her.]

Lin Qingxiu’s fingers began to shake.

The little frog who had accompanied her through that agonizing year… had been Lin Xuan?

Determined to uncover the truth, Lin Qingxiu flipped through the diary page by page.

[Third Sister smiled! Looks like my frog act is working.]

[Third Sister seems to be in too much pain to stand and walk, but how can she recover without training? I need to figure out a way to help her practice.]

Lin Qingxiu recalled her time in the hospital—how the little frog would tell her jokes and constantly encourage her.

It was because of him that she endured the pain of rehabilitation until she could walk normally again.

Back then, she had wanted to see the frog’s face, but he stubbornly kept his costume on, never letting her catch a glimpse.

Later, when she had mostly recovered, the little frog suddenly vanished from her life.

Now that she thought about it, the frog’s voice had indeed sounded like Lin Xuan’s when he was younger. The resemblance had crossed her mind before, but she dismissed it immediately—after all, the Lin Xuan who had abandoned her to save himself wouldn’t have spent every day by her side.

But… Lin Xuan claimed he was the one who rescued her.

"No, it can’t be him. It’s impossible."

"He didn’t pull me out of the car. The frog couldn’t have been him. It’s all lies!"

Lin Qingxiu began rummaging through her belongings, searching for something. Finally, in the dust-covered top of her closet, she found an old photo album.

She meticulously scanned each picture until she found the only family photo that included Lin Xuan.

She tore the photo from the album and rushed to the hospital.

Her former doctor had once mentioned seeing the person behind the frog costume. She needed to ask—to confirm whether it had really been Lin Xuan.

That would prove whether the diary’s contents were true or fabricated.

Lin Qingwan and Lin Qingyan, uneasy, followed after her.

Meanwhile, Lin Li watched the three sisters leave, his fists clenched.

Of course. They and Lin Xuan were the real family. A single diary was enough to make them feel guilty, enough to make them want to bring Lin Xuan back—to restore him as the young master of the Lin family.

He, Lin Li, was nothing but an outsider.

"Hah—" Lin Li let out a cold laugh.

Good thing he had never truly considered them family!

To avoid the day they would cast him out of the Lin household, he had to seize control of Starlight Group for himself.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingxiu arrived at the hospital and found her former doctor.

"Dr. Lin!"

She grabbed the doctor’s hand. "You saw the person behind the frog costume, right?"

"Yes." The doctor nodded.

He remembered that frog vividly—how he had come to see Lin Qingxiu without fail every day after school, never missing a weekend.

"Doctor, please tell me—was it him?" Lin Qingxiu pressed urgently.

"It was him!" The doctor nodded again.

"Are you sure?" Lin Qingxiu asked once more.

"Absolutely."

The doctor’s voice was firm. "He was your younger brother, wasn’t he? You treated him terribly, yet he still dressed as a frog to make you happy. That’s why I remember him so clearly."

At the doctor’s confirmation, Lin Qingxiu’s face paled.

It was true. It really had been him.

Memories of how she had treated Lin Xuan flashed through her mind.

Maybe he had done it out of guilt—maybe he had only played the frog to ease his conscience after abandoning her in a life-or-death situation.

Lin Qingxiu then hurried to the traffic police station, tracking down the officer who had handled her accident.

"Tell me—who really pulled me out of the car that day?" she demanded, her voice tense.

"Miss Lin, didn’t you know? It was your younger brother, the one in the car with you," the officer replied, surprised.

"So it was him after all…"

Lin Qingxiu staggered slightly.

The officer continued, "There was a surveillance camera nearby. We reviewed the footage—he smashed your window, then slowly dragged you out by your arms. The car exploded just moments after you were clear."

"We were all amazed that a child his age could manage something like that."

"I was wrong… about everything." Lin Qingxiu murmured in disbelief.

Back then, she had only seen Lin Xuan running away before passing out. She never knew he had returned to save her.

And the frog—she never imagined it was him.

"Elder Sister… I misjudged him." Lin Qingxiu turned to Lin Qingwan, her eyes red.

"We all did."

Lin Qingwan placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Qingxiu, we can start making it up to him now."

"Yes." Tears streamed down Lin Qingxiu’s face.

On the way back, she continued reading the diary, her tears falling unchecked.

Soon, the day of Lin Li’s wedding arrived.

Dressed in a suit, Butler Wang stood in the living room, ready to accompany Lin Xuan to witness the spectacle.