Stolen Products

"Mom, don't worry, I'll take good care of Little Brother." Both Lin Qingyan and Lin Qingxiu nodded in unison.

"Mom," Lin Qingwan couldn't help but ask, "Little Li went behind your back to acknowledge the Jiang Family as relatives. Aren’t you angry with him?"

Jiang Shuqin shook her head. "Little Li did this for the sake of our family. How could I blame him?"

Lin Qingwan lowered her gaze.

Was Little Li really doing this for the family… or for himself?

If it had been Little Xuan who did something like this, Mom would never have let it slide.

Once, Little Xuan had tried to wipe dust off Mom’s favorite vase out of kindness, but accidentally broke it.

What did Mom do?

She made him kneel on the broken ceramic shards for a full hour.

His knees were left bloody from the cuts.

Mom even forbade the servants from treating his wounds.

At the time, she said Little Xuan had brought it upon himself and needed to learn his lesson—otherwise, he’d never grow confidence.

Little Xuan was only twelve back then.

That was just a small mistake, yet Mom punished him so harshly. But when Little Li made such a big mistake, she simply brushed it off.

The way Mom and Dad treated Little Li and Little Xuan was blatantly unfair.

Lin Qingwan’s chest tightened with frustration.

"Mom, I have work at the company. I should head there now."

She stood up and left.

"Wan'er," Jiang Shuqin frowned, "You seem upset. What’s going on?"

"It’s nothing," Lin Qingwan shook her head. "I just have some things I can’t figure out."

She couldn’t understand why Little Xuan, their actual son and brother, was treated so poorly, while Little Li, an adopted child, was coddled like fragile glass.

"Wan'er," Jiang Shuqin pressed, "What can’t you figure out?"

"Nothing. I’m going to the company."

Lin Qingwan avoided the topic.

If she voiced her thoughts, she’d likely get scolded—or worse, hear more disparaging remarks about Little Xuan.

She had no choice but to keep silent.

After leaving the Lin residence, Lin Qingwan arrived at her cosmetics company.

"President Lin, perfect timing," the general manager hurried over.

Lin Qingwan asked, "What is it?"

The manager glanced around before lowering his voice. "We’ve successfully reverse-engineered Jiangtong Company’s scar removal cream, acne treatment, and all their skincare products."

Lin Qingwan’s eyes lit up.

Recently, Jiangtong’s skincare line had taken the market by storm with its remarkable effects.

She knew that if Jiang Yutong’s company continued growing at this rate, her own business would soon be squeezed out of Yundu City.

With her father’s company already collapsed, hers couldn’t afford to fail.

She would replicate her old strategy—steal Jiang Yutong’s formulas, then sell them at lower prices.

Her brand already had more prestige than Jiangtong’s.

With these superior products, her company could dominate Xia Country—maybe even go global.

Lin Qingwan couldn’t suppress a smirk.

She and Jiang Yutong had been rivals for years. She’d always despised her, but as a Jiang Family member, Jiang Yutong was untouchable.

That was why, when Lin Li went to acknowledge the Jiangs, she’d kept quiet—though inwardly, it disgusted her.

The thought of sharing blood with Jiang Yutong as cousins made her skin crawl.

But this time, she’d finally crush Jiangtong Company for good.

A shadow flickered in Lin Qingwan’s eyes. "Let’s discuss this in my office."

Once inside, the manager closed the door.

Lin Qingwan asked, "Are you certain every ingredient has been replicated?"

"Absolutely," the manager nodded. "No omissions. I have to admit, Jiangtong’s formulations are incredible."

He sighed in admiration. "No idea where Jiang Yutong found such a genius to develop these."

Lin Qingwan sneered. "What does it matter? In the end, they’re just paving the way for us."

Just wait, Jiang Yutong. Her company would ride Jiangtong’s formulas to international fame.

The manager’s face mirrored her ambition.

Jumping ship from Jiangtong to Lin Qingwan’s company had been the right move.

"President Lin, I’ll arrange product testing first. If all goes well, we’ll mass-produce immediately," he said.

"Why bother testing?" Lin Qingwan cut in. "Start production now. The sales season is coming—we need as much stock as possible."

"But…" The manager hesitated. "What if there are flaws in the formulations? The risks—"

Lin Qingwan waved him off. "We copied Jiangtong’s products exactly. There won’t be any issues—they’ve already done the testing for us."

"Besides, we can’t afford delays. If Jiangtong dominates the market first, our efforts will be wasted."

She needed aggressive marketing and immediate mass production.

After a pause, the manager conceded.

She was right—there wouldn’t be problems.

They’d stolen Jiang Yutong’s formulas before without consequences. This time would be no different.

And their researchers had already tested samples without adverse effects.

"Understood, President Lin. I’ll make the arrangements."

As the manager left, Lin Qingwan allowed herself a triumphant smile.

She could already see her company, DR, eclipsing even StarGlow in scale and profit.

The Lin family’s wealth and status would be secured.

Back at the Lin villa, Lin Chang had left, and Lin Qingyan and Lin Qingxiu had retreated to their rooms.

Only Lin Li remained, dutifully keeping Jiang Shuqin company.

She patted his hand affectionately. "Little Li, you’re the only one who truly cares for me."

Her daughters were always busy, rarely sparing time for their mother.

But Lin Li—he was always there when she felt alone.

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