Chapter 570: Chapter 287: Is it Hard to Destroy a Clan?_2 These explosive news will spread throughout the entire circle before the next daybreak.
Lin Beichen has no woman, at least no wife in the true sense.
He has several close female friends, but they are far inferior compared to Zhao Weinan.
So everyone instinctively regards Zhao Weinan as Lin Beichen’s wife.
Not only outsiders, even his third uncle trembles when he sees her, as if he is about to kneel.
Zhao Weinan didn’t know what expression to face with.
The people Lin Beichen killed were her relatives and even elders.
They were second-class clan members, first-class in origin, even ancestors.
She should show sadness like other clan members, crying bitterly, even deliberately collapsing to the ground, fainting away.
Yet she felt a sense of relaxation in her heart.
This family never treated her as a person.
They regarded her as a tool for marriage, either given to this person or that person.
If a man decided to annul the marriage, the family wouldn’t blame others but instead reprimand her for being incompetent, unable to impress.
Such a family, rather than being a home, is more like a prison in which she was trapped.
Her worth as a person was completely denied, leaving only the label of a tool for marriage or even a machine for childbirth.
With others’ deaths and Lin Beichen’s power eruption, people finally treated her as a human.
Zhao Weinan silently thought, walking into the hall.
At that moment, the hall was crowded.
At the end of the hall, Lin Beichen was holding a teacup, drinking thoughtfully.
Not far from him, a group of people crowded around one person.
Zhao Weinan recognized this person; he had come twice before during the ancestor’s birthday celebrations.
Mo Dayun from Qiuyu Mountain.
This person holds the right to speak at Qiuyu Mountain, half-step Peak, far surpassing Extraordinary in strength, a contemporary of Zhao Tianjie.
As one of Zhao Tianjie’s few friends, now with Zhao Tianjie’s death, Mo Dayun’s arrival is reasonable.
"Zhao Weinan, come sit with me."
Upon seeing Zhao Weinan, Lin Beichen finally revealed a faint smile.
Zhao Weinan’s eyes slightly brightened, and she stepped lightly to Lin Beichen’s side.
Mo Dayun put down his teacup and silently glanced at him.
Mo Dayun was actually younger than Zhao Tianjie, around 40 years old.
He should have been from a different era than Zhao Tianjie.
However, Zhao Tianjie lived long and maintained himself well, always keeping a youthful appearance of around 30 years old, thus misleading people into thinking they were contemporaries.
Mo Dayun was only about 70 years old, which for a person of his level is considered middle-aged.
Yet upon seeing Zhao Weinan, even he was slightly dazed.
This woman was too beautiful.
Before coming, Zhao Weinan had carefully dressed up.
It was the chilly deep autumn, Zhao Weinan wore a dark blue coat over a slender pair of high heels on her feet.
Walking, a flower-patterned turtleneck sweater peeked out from under her coat, tied with a thin waist belt, with a chiffon skirt just overlapping her thighs, paired with fitted delicate stockings giving an impression of a fashion show.
Zhao Weinan usually didn’t like makeup, but since staying in the manor, she tried to apply some light makeup.
She didn’t do it to please anyone, just to look healthier.
She hoped to leave a good impression on Lin Beichen.
But now, the people noticing her beauty were not just Lin Beichen, but also Mo Dayun.
"Where did this doll come from? I used to come to Zhongcheng Hall often, but never saw her."
Mo Dayun thought, suddenly laughing.
"Young Master Lin, you and this girl are truly a perfect match, a pair made by heaven, like the golden boy and jade girl, congratulations on winning the beauty’s heart!"
"Sir is joking. Zhao Weinan and I are just friends."
Lin Beichen said blandly, not even looking at him.
Zhao Weinan stood beside Lin Beichen, her coat tightly wrapped around her beautiful figure, one small hand on Lin Beichen’s shoulder, gently kneading, much like a considerate wife massaging her husband.
Friends?
Are we really supposed to believe we are toddlers?
Everyone present was complaining in their hearts.