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The others also ran out, disgusted, and the room suddenly became much more bearable.

Lady Ma clenched her lips, hurriedly cleaning up the dirty bedding on the floor, while Lin Jiazhong’s face turned red with anger, with no outlet for his rage. Seeing Lin Yongle still sound asleep on the bed, he slapped him across the face!

That slap was significant, as Lin Yongle, already not very lucid, suddenly jolted awake, staring with hollow eyes, one hand clutching his head and the other pressing firmly on his buttocks as he shrank into the corner, loudly chanting, "Big brother, spare me, please spare me! Last night hurt too much, I can’t take it, big brother, let me rest, just let me rest! "

The moment Lin Jiazhong’s hand connected with the slap, he immediately regretted it. It was better to let his son, who was not in his right mind, sleep. Now, the whole village knew his son had become an idiot.

"Nonsense! Shut your mouth!" Fearing his son would blurt out everything that had happened in prison, Lin Jiazhong shouted sternly. However, Lin Yongle, already terrified out of his wits from his time in jail, wet himself again from the fright, as a stench rose and he became incontinent once more.

Now the entire village understood, it was all Lin Yongle’s mess. A young man of nearly twenty, yet wetting the bed, even soiling it!

The more astute villagers immediately saw through it, whispering to those nearby, "Could their second son have turned into an idiot? Look at him, he resembles the village idiot from next door so much."

Others had an even sharper eye, noticing Lin Yongle’s immobile left leg, "Hey, look! Can’t he move his left leg? I heard his leg was crushed by a table, and it seems it was true."

Watching Lin Yongle’s pitiful state and looking at Lady Ma and her husband’s remorseful and helpless expressions, Lin Yuan understood that Lady Ma was anxious because of Lin Yongle. They were afraid of him being seen in this state, bringing shame upon them.

As the saying goes, family scandals should not be publicized, a sentiment she could understand.

However, seeing Lin Yongle’s tragic state with a broken leg and incontinence, Lin Yuan felt a wave of satisfaction.

What goes around comes around. Her father had been crippled trying to help him, nearly driving their whole family to mental breakdown.

Now, it was their turn to taste that bitter and desperate flavor.

Lin Yongle’s predicament had completely taken Lin Yuan by surprise; she had actually come for Lin Yongcheng today.

Her gaze fixed on Lin Yongcheng, Lin Yuan noticed that today he was unusually quiet and kept dodging eye contact.

Liu Limin, sharp as ever, took advantage of the villagers’ chaos to inspect every suspicious corner of the room. At that moment, she was kicking at a pair of shoes in the corner, exclaiming in surprise, "Eh? Whose shoes are these? Why are they so muddy?"

Everyone’s attention was drawn to the shoes by her words. The shoes were hardly recognizable; if not for Liu Limin’s sharp eyes, they might have been mistaken for clumps of yellow mud.

Lin Yongcheng’s gaze became even more evasive.

"Whose else could it be?" Lin Yuan looked at him with a smile, asking, "Whoever owns this house owns these shoes. With one leg already crippled, could it be those belong to the man on the bed?"

If looks could kill, Lin Yuan would be a hedgehog from Lin Jiazhong’s glare!

"That, I... I was going to the toilet last night and accidentally stepped into some mud," Lin Yongcheng cleared his throat, fabricating an "especially convincing" lie.

Lin Yuan and the others laughed, "Stepped into mud going to the toilet? Wonder what path you took to turn your shoes into mud balls. Couldn’t be that you couldn’t see clearly at night, and instead of bringing your shoes back, you brought a pair of mud balls back instead?"