After Being Kicked Out, Seven Sisters Turned Against the Family One After Another

Chapter 6: A Basket of Oranges:

Lan Lin’s emotional breakdown caught the attention of Lin Xiaotong and Lin Shiyan. Realizing the significance of the silver lock, Xiaotong quickly stepped forward and said, “Lin You, you’ve signed the agreement. Put that down. It belongs to our Lin family.”

Lin You’s gaze turned cold. “Belongs to your Lin family? This is the only keepsake my mother left me. Do you truly believe it belongs to the Lin family?”

He sneered. “Has your Lin family sunk so low that you’re even trying to claim what I brought here?”

Lan Lin could no longer hold back her emotions. 

Tears streaming down her face, she cried out, “You’er, I’m so sorry. Please, don’t leave me. Stay with your mother, okay?”

Lin Yuan’s stoic demeanor cracked. His gaze fixed on the silver lock, and a deep, almost primal sense of recognition stirred within him. His voice trembled. “Son… Lin You… I…”

Lin You cut him off with a roar, his voice filled with pain and anger. “Lin You is dead! That was your decision, Mr. Lin!”

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he continued, his voice now steady. “The young monk’s name is Jue You. If there’s nothing else, the young monk will take his leave. Benefactors of the Lin family, may you fulfill your vows. From now on, let us part ways.”

With that, Lin You limped past them, exiting the bathroom. Lan Lin instinctively reached out to grab him, but Lin You dodged her touch. The family stood frozen as he walked toward Lin Tianyang and came to a stop.

Lin You didn’t even look at Tianyang. Instead, he spoke calmly. “Donor Lin, do you know why I’ve tolerated you?”

Tianyang, standing at 1.8 meters tall, pressed his lips together but didn’t answer.

“One rotten orange doesn’t ruin the basket, but a basket of rotten oranges will rot them all,” Lin You said coldly. “Donor Lin, work hard. The little monk won’t trouble you again.”

Without waiting for a response, Lin You turned and began descending the stairs, step by step, refusing to use the elevator. His words reverberated in the silence, like a thunderclap on a quiet night, shaking everyone to their core.

The Lin family stood in stunned silence as Lin You’s figure disappeared from the sixth floor. 

For a long time, no one spoke.

Lan Lin, seemingly losing her mind, stumbled to the elevator and frantically pressed the buttons. The elevator, already on the sixth floor, refused to open as she jabbed blindly at the controls. In frustration, she turned and hurried toward the stairs. The rest of the family followed her in a panic, leaving only Lin Tianyang behind.

Tianyang’s face twisted with humiliation and fear. For the first time in sixteen years, he had been ignored by the Lin family, and it terrified him.

But what scared him even more were Lin You’s parting words. 

For years, Tianyang had carefully cultivated his image as a polite, intelligent, and virtuous son while discrediting Lin You at every opportunity. He had thought Lin You was oblivious to his schemes, but Lin You’s final remark proved otherwise.

Lin You had known all along. He simply hadn’t exposed Tianyang for the sake of maintaining familial peace. And the cold, cutting tone in his last words carried a clear warning: You think you’re clever, but in my eyes, you’re nothing more than a naive fool.

Hatred bubbled within Tianyang. Lin You, why don’t you just die?

If that’s how you want to play it, don’t blame me for what comes next, Tianyang thought darkly. Initially, I was willing to let you live as my shadow. But now, you dare threaten my place in the family? I can’t let you stay.

Composing himself, Tianyang adjusted his expression, returning to his usual well-behaved demeanor. He caught up with the others and said, “Father, Mother, eldest sister, second sister, since my brother insists on leaving, let’s have a proper meal before he goes. I’ll even give him all my New Year’s money so he doesn’t suffer too much outside.”

By the time the family reached the first floor, Lin You was already limping out of the villa, his back disappearing into the distance.

Xiaotong, noticing his uneven steps, asked curiously, “Dad, Mom, did you injure his leg? Why is he limping?”

Lan Lin frowned. “No, we only hit his upper body, mainly his face. We definitely didn’t touch his legs.”

Shiyan chimed in, “Was he lame when he first came back?”

Xiaotong thought for a moment before shaking her head. “Absolutely not. Don’t forget, when we found him, he underwent a full body examination and DNA test at my hospital. Aside from malnutrition, he was perfectly healthy.”

Lin Yuan, growing irritated, snapped, “Enough with the questions! Lame or not, what does it matter now? He’s betrayed the Lin family. Let him go! He’s nothing but a disgrace.”

His tone carried no regret, only anger. But Tianyang sensed a lingering trace of guilt in his father’s words. If that guilt wasn’t extinguished, it could grow into something unmanageable.

Tianyang quickly intervened. “Dad, Mom, don’t worry. I’ll go find my brother right away. You’ve already raised me for sixteen years—I’m satisfied. I’ll leave instead.”

Turning to his sisters, he added tearfully, “Eldest sister, second sister, take good care of our parents. They’ve worked so hard to raise us.”

His voice broke with emotion, and tears streamed down his face. Lan Lin, moved by his selflessness, cried out, “Tianyang, are you trying to force your mother’s hand too?”

Lin Yuan interjected firmly. “Tianyang, don’t be ridiculous. You’ll always be our son. Let that traitor go—he’s nothing but trouble.”

Lin Yuan’s tone grew colder. “He’s been causing problems since he was a child. Fighting for favor is one thing, but sabotaging the family business is unforgivable. That land in the western suburbs was our best chance to expand from medicine to real estate. His interference cost us over a billion yuan.”

“This kind of prodigal son isn’t worth keeping.”

At that moment, Lao Qin, the family’s driver, cautiously approached. “Master, the young master probably has less than a hundred yuan on him. How will he survive out there?”

Lin Yuan dismissed him angrily. “A hundred yuan? How much money have we given him over the years? It’s less than Tianyang, but it’s enough. If he’s poor, that’s his own fault.”

Lao Qin sighed quietly and stepped back.

As predicted, Lin You had less than a hundred yuan. Standing at the bus stop, he noticed his jacket, worn for three years, was torn and full of holes.

After a moment of thought, he decided to call his adoptive father. Though his adoptive father had never allowed him to call him “Dad” and insisted on being addressed as “Master,” he had always been kind.

His life before the age of twelve hadn’t been lacking. Perhaps the only thing missing was a mother. His adoptive father, Xuanchai, was a true monk.