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The Herbal Scents of Farm Life

Suddenly finding herself in a rural setting, Lin Caisang became the village's renowned 'Star of Wealth and Honor'. Surrounded by unique relatives, they treated her as if she were a rare panda—held preciously in their palms for fear she would fall and gently kept in their mouths lest she dissolved. Meet the exceptional relatives: The Powerhouse Father, who declared, "You want Sangsang to get married? You'll have to get past me first." The Stingy Mother, questioning, "What does she need a husband for? She can have all the fine food and a carefree life with me!" The Sly Grandfather, suggesting, "Girls shouldn’t have to do the dirty, tiring work. Quick, call over your brother!" The Majestic Grandmother, fiercely proclaiming, "Who dares to bully Sangsang? Let them face a fight to the death with me!" The Protective Brother, assuring, "Little sister, all the good food is for you. I am not hungry!" Holding her flabby flesh, Lin Caisang wept without tears: "Let me go! I need to lose weight!" Meanwhile, the strikingly handsome, icy man next door not only protected and spoiled her in secret but also had a not-so-simple identity.....

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Chapter 1212: Is Anyone Home?

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She wanted to ask what exactly was going on with the Ya family, but after thinking it over, she kept her question to herself and remained silent.

"Granny, you're overthinking it. How could anyone bully me? With Brother Molian around, he'll look after me,"

Lin Caisang said with a smile.

Inwardly, she muttered to herself that it would be quite an achievement if she didn't bully others—it was out of the question for anyone to bully her.

Hadn't her granny seen how she beat up the National Teacher Suyang from Wei State until he was bruised all over? Who would dare to bully her? She was absolutely certain she'd let Blackie (the black panther) loose on them, and they wouldn't even recognize their own parents after!

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New Year's Eve.

It was the most lively day of the year, and, of course, also the quietest. Not a single person could be seen on the village paths, as every household had closed their gates and made merry within their own homes.