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May 9, 2024 at 3:04 AM

Her grandpa is like a dictator lol. He wants to raise a puppet with no thoughts. Her grandpa's love for her was conditional. If that's what he called love, then I don't want it!

<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Chapter 91<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Source: <a href="https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1363950" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: x-small;">https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1363950</a>
This translation was originally posted on <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: x-small;">https://love4baihe.blogspot.com</a><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Once you walk out of this gate, you're no longer the Young Miss of the Qin family, just an ordinary person," Qin Zheng told Qin Wanshu.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Grandpa, my mind is made up," Qin Wanshu nodded. It's been three days already, and someone waiting for her must be getting anxious.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Alright, go ahead," Qin Zheng could have used force to separate them, but the more forceful he was, the more resistance he would encounter. The art of war teaches that attacking the heart is superior to attacking cities. If one cannot win over the heart, forcibly taking the city would only lead to mutual destruction. At his age, Qin Zheng understood this principle well. He didn't want to lose the respect his granddaughter had for him over the years.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Thank you, Grandpa," she said apologetically, then turned and left the Qin family.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Father..." Lin Jingxian hesitated to speak. She had always given Wanshu the best since childhood, and now she was leaving without anything. Although she believed Wanshu wouldn't let herself suffer, it still pained her.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Don't I feel bad? Of course, I do. It's precisely because I feel bad that I can't bear to let her ruin her future," Qin Zheng said, his fingers lightly tapping the table rhythmically, a habitual gesture before he seriously planned something big. Just because there were no flaws in Wanshu didn't mean there weren't any weak spots on the side of Zuo Qinghuan.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Lin Jingxian fell silent. She knew her father-in-law wouldn't easily compromise. In fact, Wanshu was raised by him, and they shared a certain similarity in temperament—once they set their minds on something, they were extremely persistent and wouldn't easily give in.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Qin Teng drove Qin Wanshu away from the Qin residence.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Sister, I've opened a few accounts for you..." Qin Teng felt that Zuo Qinghuan wasn't worth his sister's actions, but he would unconditionally support her decision.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"No need, I promised Grandpa that I wouldn't take a single cent from the Qin family, nor would I use the abilities they bestowed upon me," Qin Wanshu was a person of her word, never going back on her promises. Besides, she also wanted to see if she could live like an ordinary person.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Alright, just let me know if you need anything," Qin Teng knew his sister was always firm in her decisions.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Qin Wanshu nodded, though she probably wouldn't need it. After all, Qin Teng shared the Qin surname and could be considered a resource of the Qin family.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Zuo Qinghuan tried her best not to let her emotions fluctuate too much, making sure to continue her daily life as usual. Although on the surface, she seemed no different from her usual self, only she herself knew that she was completely different now. The previous Zuo Qinghuan was carefree, with no worries, but now, there was someone in her heart whom she couldn't stop thinking about.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">A long time ago, Zuo Qinghuan handed the keys to Qin Wanshu, who didn't refuse. Zuo Qinghuan was very happy. How she wished that when she opened the door, her beloved woman would be inside. However, Zuo Qinghuan couldn't help but bitterly smile. How could the Qin family let Qin Wanshu go so easily?<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Zuo Qinghuan unlocked the door and pushed it open, hearing noises coming from the kitchen. Like a rocket, she rushed into the kitchen and indeed saw the Qin Wanshu she had been longing for. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes. She had indeed come back, not making her wait too long.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Qin Wanshu walked towards Zuo Qinghuan, reaching out and embracing her. She couldn't bear to see Zuo Qinghuan cry; it would only make her feel distressed.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Why are you crying? Aren't you happy to see me?" Qin Wanshu asked Zuo Qinghuan with a smile.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"I'm just so happy, tears just started flowing," Zuo Qinghuan reached out and hugged Qin Wanshu, burying her face in Qin Wanshu's shoulder, absorbing the warmth emanating from her.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Stop crying. You look the best when you smile," Qin Wanshu gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Zuo Qinghuan's eyes. Zuo Qinghuan didn't speak, just held Qin Wanshu tightly.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Why would your family agree to let you out? Usually, wealthy families would imprison their children in such situations, wouldn't they?" Zuo Qinghuan asked after embracing Qin Wanshu for a long time.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"My grandfather isn't that unreasonable. Although he still can't accept us now, he wouldn't do something too cruel. Grandpa is actually a respectable old man..." Qin Wanshu briefly explained the situation to Zuo Qinghuan.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"So they just let you leave, without forcing us to separate?" Zuo Qinghuan asked. Thinking about it, Qin's grandfather was quite reasonable. After all, someone who could raise Qin Wanshu wouldn't be lacking in judgment. But the resistance was much less than expected. Zuo Qinghuan couldn't help but feel that things shouldn't be so simple.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"More or less. I'm not the Young Miss of the Qin family anymore. From now on, I'm just an ordinary woman. I'm afraid Qinghuan might not like me anymore," Qin Wanshu nodded.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Though it's said that Qin Wanshu would relinquish everything bestowed upon her by the Qin family, how could they take back the demeanor and cultivation that Qin Wanshu had already developed? Some things had already blended into Qin Wanshu and become an inseparable part of her.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Source: <a href="https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1363950" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: x-small;">https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=1363950</a>
This translation was originally posted on <a href="https://love4baihe.blogspot.com" style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: x-small;">https://love4baihe.blogspot.com</a><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">“Will I be able to raise you from now on? I'm afraid I won't be able to afford it," Zuo Qinghuan was quite self-aware. Taking care of someone was easy, but she wasn't sure if she could afford to support someone like Qin Wanshu, who had grown up in luxury.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"I'm not as difficult to take care of as you think. In the future, you'll handle the external matters, and I'll take care of the household. Everything will revolve around you," Qin Wanshu said with a smile.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"So, you'll be in charge of cooking and housework?" Zuo Qinghuan noticed the mess in the kitchen caused by Qin Wanshu and teasingly asked. It seemed that there were things Qin Wanshu wasn't good at.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"It was just a spur-of-the-moment idea..." Qin Wanshu said somewhat embarrassedly. Usually, Zuo Qinghuan effortlessly whipped up several signature dishes, which she thought didn't seem difficult, so she tried it herself in the kitchen. However, she ended up being so busy that she wished she had a few more hands to use. The finished dishes were either burnt or undercooked, looking terrible. Qin Wanshu suddenly felt that women who ventured into the kitchen were truly great.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"Qin Wanshu's fingers are meant for touching antiques and playing the piano. How could they be tainted with these mundane tasks?" Zuo Qinghuan carefully inspected Qin Wanshu's fingers, making sure they were intact and as perfect as before before finally feeling reassured. She couldn't bear to let Qin Wanshu hurt those beautiful hands.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"I may never be able to touch antiques and play the piano again in the future," Qin Wanshu said softly, seeing how much Zuo Qinghuan treasured her hands. These were also abilities bestowed upon her by the Qin family.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">"But even so, they mustn't be harmed. These hands belong to me, and they still need to touch my body. I refuse to believe that my body isn't as good to touch as antiques and pianos," Zuo Qinghuan said earnestly. Yet, there was some regret in her heart. If Qin Wanshu's hands could no longer touch antiques, she would surely feel regretful.<span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Qin Wanshu remembered the sensation of her fingers brushing against Zuo Qinghuan's delicate skin like soft jade, and her face flushed slightly. She was really being led astray by Zuo Qinghuan.

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