Chapter 12: Just the Right Strength—Confusion Without Strain

Lin Xiange already had her answer in her heart.

Why Fu Jiahui had changed so suddenly—it was surely the doing of the other Lin Yu.

Watching Fu Suiyu still in a daze, Lin Xiange gently patted her.

“Sister, what’s wrong?”

When Fu Suiyu turned to look at Lin Xiange, tears fell uncontrollably.

It hurt!

Lin Xiange wiped away Fu Suiyu’s tears.

“This has nothing to do with you. You were so young back then. She was a great pretender—otherwise, how else could she have completely taken control of those around us in recent years?”

“Before that, she wasn’t like she is now.”

Fu Suiyu stared at her palm, as if catching her own tears.

“Actually, if I had noticed earlier that something was wrong with her, my parents wouldn’t have had that accident. It’s all my fault. I was with her every day, and I never saw it.”

Lin Xiange tapped Fu Suiyu on the forehead.

Just enough force—dazed but no harm.

“I already told you not to take all the blame on yourself. We’re all innocent. The one to blame is whatever is inside Lin Yu’s body now. There’s no need to doubt yourself!”

To Lin Xiange, Fu Suiyu was young and sometimes prone to internal struggles.

But she was different.

She was now completely invincible. The old Lin Xiange was dead; she had grown into Niugulu Lin Xiange.

No internal strife.

The fault lies with others—why take it all upon yourself and make yourself unhappy?

Fu Suiyu’s emotions settled, and she got up to look at Lin Xiange.

“Thank you, Sister Lin!”

“Actually, I prefer you call me Second Sister-in-Law!”

Fu Suiyu looked puzzled, staring at Lin Xiange, then at the door, then silently gave a thumbs-up.

If it were her, facing Fu Jiahui like that, she would have run away immediately.

But Sister Lin Xiange treated it like a game.

Lin Xiange stroked Fu Suiyu’s head.

“Sister, you’re still young and don’t understand. Love can sometimes blind those involved, while outsiders see clearly. But only those involved truly understand why they are so stubborn.”

“When I met your brother, I was in the second year of high school. Your parents sponsored me to attend a good school. Your second brother always sat in the last row, but his grades were enviable. I saw his cautious little gestures clearly—I knew he liked me.”

“Maybe because no one had ever been good to me, as soon as someone showed me kindness, I was willing to give everything. But your brother is worth it. I always believed there was a reason he’s the way he is now. Even when he said those cruel words to me, I thought he was manipulated and forced into it. None of it was truly his intention!”

Lin Xiange held Fu Suiyu’s hands tightly.

“I must thank you. Your presence has made him much clearer-headed. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to face me!”

Honestly, Fu Suiyu didn’t know what to say anymore.

She could only stagger away.

——

The so-called classroom prepared by Fu Jiahui and Fu Jiajin overlooked the small villa outside from the balcony.

During the break, Fu Suiyu’s mind kept replaying Lin Xiange’s words.

She truly had offended her.

Lin Xiange loved deeply.

Even when facing the previous second brother from S13, she felt pity for him.

Fu Jiahui suddenly appeared behind Fu Suiyu, holding a steel ruler.

This was an old Fu family tradition.

A ruler for discipline.

Lately, just looking at that ruler made Fu Suiyu’s palms ache.

Following Fu Suiyu’s gaze, she saw Lin Xiange sunbathing in the distance.

Fu Jiahui immediately looked away.

In recent days, he indeed dared not step foot there again. Now that he knew everything, he felt foolish about all he’d done!

What substitute?

Lin Xiange was Lin Xiange—not anyone’s substitute.

Fu Suiyu’s eyes flicked between the two, then fixed on Fu Jiahui.

“I remember, you used to insult Sister Lin every day. Why don’t you do it now? Are you plotting a big move?”

“How dare I!”

Fu Suiyu glared at Fu Jiahui, her gaze slowly tormenting him, making him deeply uncomfortable.

She leaned in slightly, eyes locked on Fu Jiahui.

“Second brother?”

“Who’s your second brother? Don’t yell nonsense!”

Fu Suiyu looked seriously at Fu Jiahui, but saw nothing.

Lately, her studies were nearly killing her.

Lin Yu caused no trouble, so she kept quiet.

She just forgot to pay attention to her family.

Fu Jiahui—once a villainous, twisted yandere who loved the dark room, forced affection, and even cherished handcuffs, ankle chains, and little bells—had recently become surprisingly subdued.

In the past life, Fu Jiahui’s actions were unbearable.

But thinking carefully, when it came to other women, Fu Jiahui insulted them verbally.

Yet the only one locked in the back villa from beginning to end was Lin Xiange.

——

Fu Suiyu’s mind automatically played Lin Xiange’s words again.

Perhaps this is love without realizing it.

A puppet striving to prove to others that their actions are far from their true intent.

Lin Yu controlled these puppets but could not control the remnants of reason buried deep within them.

Fed up with wasting time on Fu Jiahui, Fu Suiyu moved aside to work on her homework.

Suddenly, the door opened.

It was Fu Jiapeng.

They’d bickered ceaselessly since childhood; now it was no different.

No wonder Uncle Wang said she and her third brother’s zodiac signs clashed—fire and water—forever at odds and always quarrelling.

Now, Fu Suiyu finally understood.

They really were rivals.

“Why are you staring at me, you fake!”

“Fu Jiapeng, what nonsense are you spouting? Didn’t you see the DNA test report? Can’t you read the black letters on the white background?”

Fu Jiapeng mumbled repeatedly, unable to respond.

Fu Suiyu watched his pitiful expression.

“Alright, alright, I’ll show mercy. Stop crying now.”

“Who’s crying? You’re talking nonsense!”

They glared at each other, each willing to kill with a look.

Fu Jiahui helplessly stepped between them to calm things down.

“Fu Jiapeng, what do you want? If you hadn’t gone to the city hospital this time, big brother would have made you kneel at the ancestral hall as punishment!”

“There’s nothing Fu Jiapeng can’t do—I’m not going to the ancestral hall!”

Fu Suiyu, ever sharp-tongued, popped her head out and looked at Fu Jiapeng.

“That’s right—after all, our third brother is afraid of the dark!”

Fu Jiapeng rolled up his sleeves, ready to strike, wanting to lock this fake Fu Suiyu in his infirmary.

Break her apart!

Piece by piece.

Who told her to dare impersonate his sister?

Fu Jiahui clicked his tongue.

“Calm down—you’re crazy. The little girl’s just joking!”

For the first time ever, Fu Jiapeng felt wronged.

“Second brother, I’m your brother! You’re twisting the truth!”