Lin Xuan Was Dumped by Her

"Yes, it's not enough yet." Lin Xuan smirked. "Lin Li, my revenge against you is far from over."

He intended to toy with Lin Li and the Lin family bit by bit.

He needed Lin Li to personally destroy both the Starlight Group and the Lin family.

The expressions on the Lin family's faces when they realized their most beloved son, their most cherished younger brother, had become their betrayer—that would be truly entertaining.

As for Lin Li's final fate? He wouldn’t let him die. Instead, he’d make him and Qin Ruoyao torment each other in a twisted love-hate dynamic. Wouldn’t that be amusing?

"Lin Xuan, you really are an ungrateful wretch!" Jiang Shuqin glared at Lin Xuan with such hatred that no one would believe they were mother and son. She looked as if she wanted to tear him apart.

"Li’er has always cared for you, constantly pleading on your behalf. He genuinely saw you as his older brother, and yet you dare treat him like this?! You really are a curse! I wish I’d never given birth to a son like you!"

"No—I should have strangled you the moment you were born!"

"And when I found out you were a curse, I shouldn’t have hesitated out of some misplaced maternal affection. I shouldn’t have just abandoned you at the orphanage gates—I should have killed you outright!"

"That way, you wouldn’t have come back to ruin Li’er and the Lin family! None of us would have suffered because of you!"

If Lin Xuan had died as a child, her other child wouldn’t have been lost to miscarriage, Lin Chang wouldn’t have cheated, and Li’er wouldn’t have been castrated or had his reputation destroyed over the scandal with Qin Ruoyao.

All of it—all of it was because of Lin Xuan!

"Mom, what did you just say?" Lin Qingwan stared at Jiang Shuqin in shock.

"You said… you abandoned Xuan’er at the orphanage gates? But you always told us someone snatched him from your arms while you were out walking with him. What’s really going on?"

Jiang Shuqin panicked at the questioning. No matter how much she despised Lin Xuan, she knew abandoning her own son over some fortune-teller’s prophecy would make her seem despicable.

She couldn’t let them know the truth.

What would Wan’er and the others think of her?

"Wan’er, you must have misheard. How could I abandon my own son?" Jiang Shuqin forced a composed tone.

"Mom, I heard it too," Lin Qingyan said.

"Me too," Lin Qingxiu murmured, pressing her lips together.

"Then I must have misspoken," Jiang Shuqin said stiffly. "I was just so furious at how Lin Xuan is treating Li’er that I wasn’t thinking straight."

Lin Xuan let out a cold, mocking laugh.

"So that’s the answer to the question I could never figure out."

They always said a mother’s love was unconditional.

Before returning to the Lin family, he had imagined how he’d comfort her if she broke down in tears upon seeing him.

But the first time Jiang Shuqin laid eyes on him, there was no joy—only disgust.

From then on, she had never shown him anything but cruelty.

He had wondered for years what he’d done wrong.

But now he understood.

A fortune-teller. A curse. Abandoned at an orphanage.

Jiang Shuqin, his own mother, had thrown him away because of some charlatan’s words.

How pathetic.

"Jiang Shuqin, you regret giving birth to me," Lin Xuan said with biting sarcasm. "Well, I regret being born as your son just as much."

"You—!" Jiang Shuqin trembled with rage.

"Lin Qingwan, Lin Qingyan, Lin Qingxiu—did you hear that? The loving mother you adore is the same woman who abandoned her own child." Lin Xuan arched a brow.

He didn’t care whether he was abandoned or kidnapped.

But he’d happily use this to torment the rest of the Lin family.

Watching them tear each other apart was his favorite pastime.

"Lin Xuan, I already told you I was just rambling in anger! None of it was true, and yet you keep spreading lies!" Jiang Shuqin hissed.

"Whether it’s a lie or not, you know the truth," Lin Xuan sneered.

"Wan’er, Yan’er, Xiu’er…" Jiang Shuqin looked pleadingly at her three daughters. "You believe me, don’t you? You know I’d never do something like that."

Lin Qingxiu squeezed her mother’s hand. "Of course I believe you, Mom. You’re not that kind of person."

She had seen how much her mother loved her and her sisters.

How could she have heartlessly abandoned her only son?

Besides, according to their father, after Xuan’er was taken, Jiang Shuqin had been inconsolable for years. It wasn’t until Li’er came along that she stopped grieving.

Lin Qingwan bit her lip, glancing uncertainly at Jiang Shuqin.

Was it really just a slip of the tongue?

Jiang Shuqin wiped away her tears.

"Thank you, Xiu’er. Thank you for believing in me."

Lin Xuan had no interest in watching this sentimental display.

Tucking a hand into his pocket, he smirked.

"Do you know why Lin Li ended up like this?"

The entire Lin family turned their attention back to him.

Lin Xuan scoffed.

"Because he drank 'Root-Severing Water'—a special concoction from a well-known underground lab. One sip, and a man’s… equipment is rendered useless. Oh, and it also makes him sterile."

"Lin Li, you’ll never have a son now."

Sterile?!

Lin Chang whipped his head toward Lin Li.

He had been counting on Li’er undergoing IVF to continue the family line, even if his manhood was gone.

But now Lin Xuan was saying he was sterile?!

Jiang Shuqin gripped Lin Li’s shoulders.

"Li’er, since Lin Xuan knows all this—does that mean he’s the one who did this to you?"

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