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Chapter 5 This family is not your place to make the decisions.

"Big sister, what's wrong?" Chen Yang looked up at the elegant woman standing at the top of the stairs.

This is a traditional Chinese woman, about 1.55 meters tall, with sharp eyes, delicate features, and a commanding presence.

Her jet-black hair clearly showed signs of being permed, and her light blue cheongsam perfectly accentuated her figure.

She is Lin Jing, the eldest daughter of the Lin family, and also the eldest sister Chen Yang mentioned.

Chen Yang is from Wuzhou, Zhejiang Province. He grew up in the Lin family. His background is actually very tragic. When he was three years old, his parents died one after another from the disease.

In those chaotic and resource-scarce years, Chen Yang, who was not yet four years old, seemed to be like many poor people, and would soon follow his parents away.

Fortunately, there is always a way out. Before she passed away, Chen Yang's mother wrote a letter to her eldest brother, Lin Zonghan, who was making a living in Shanghai.

Upon learning of his sister's family's misfortune, Lin Zonghan disregarded his family's objections and brought Chen Yang from Wuzhou to live in Shanghai.

Strangely enough, ever since Chen Yang joined the Lin family, their business has been booming, with them opening yarn factories and buying shops.

In just a few years, Lin Zonghan rose to become one of the top businesses in Shanghai and became a prominent figure in the Shanghai business community, able to afford a garden villa on Ferguson Road.

"Big sister, don't call me big sister. I don't have a brother like you."

Lin Jingxing stared wide-eyed at Chen Yang kneeling on the ground and said angrily, "Are you working for the Japanese now? Have you become a traitor?"

"Chen Yang, five years ago, you said you wanted to be like your brother Jianzhong, to join the revolution, to serve the country, and to become a pilot at the Central Aviation Academy in Jianqiao, Hangzhou."

“I respected your wishes and secretly gave you five hundred silver dollars. Who knew you would squander it for five months and only come back after you had spent all the money.”

"Four years ago, you said you wanted to study in Japan and learn from Wei Gong's 'Hai Tu Zhi' to 'learn the barbarians' superior techniques to control them.'"

"You should learn Japan's advanced knowledge, return to serve your country, and revitalize China."

"Is this how you serve China now? By becoming a dog for the Japanese."

"If I had known you were such an ungrateful wretch, I shouldn't have taken care of you back then. I would have let you starve and freeze to death."

As Lin Jing spoke, tears welled up in her eyes involuntarily.

In this family, Chen Yang would argue back when others scolded him, but when Lin Jing scolded him, he could only obediently kneel down and listen to the scolding.

The reason is simple: Chen Yang was raised by Lin Jing.
When Chen Yang first arrived at the Lin family, it was the most difficult time for the Lin family. Lin Zonghan's wife was seriously ill, and the Lin family had one daughter and two sons. The eldest, Lin Jing, was only thirteen years old.

His two younger brothers, Lin Xueyi and Lin Xueli, are only a little over ten years old.

Neither of the two boys liked Chen Yang; they both believed that Chen Yang's appearance had stolen their food.

It was Lin Jing who sold handmade paper flowers on the street, using her meager income to supplement the family income, which prevented her two younger brothers from throwing Chen Yang out.

Chen Yang had followed Lin Jing around since he was a child, and his food rations were practically scraped together by Lin Jing to give him.

"Big sister, don't be angry, listen to me." Before Chen Yang could finish speaking, Lin Jing retorted angrily, "What else do you have to say?"

"You've packed all your things. Take them and get out."

"Enough." At that moment, a dignified voice came from the doorway.

Three figures walked in through the door in unison.

Leading the group was Lin Zonghan, the head of the Lin family, followed by Lin Xueyi and Lin Xueli.

"Uncle, eldest brother, second brother."

"Chen Yang, get up," Lin Zonghan gestured to Lin Xueli to help Chen Yang up, then turned to Lin Jing and scolded, "What can't we talk about as family? Chen Yang just got back, and you're already trying to kick him out."

"I'm not dead yet, it's not your place to make decisions about this family," Lin Jing retorted without fear. "Of course you want him back, so he can get in touch with the Japanese."

"You traitorous gang has gained another capable henchman."

Lin Zonghan flew into a rage: "What did you say? If I don't become a traitor, where will you get your food and drink?"

"Where did it come from? Dad, don't forget where the money for your cotton mill came from."

Lin Jing angrily retorted, "That's Jianzhong's pension. If it weren't for his one hundred silver dollars pension, would the Lin family be where we are today?"

"This is something the Lin family will owe me for the rest of their lives."

"You." Lin Zonghan's face flushed red and then turned pale, his chest heaving, clearly very angry.

In terms of verbal skills, how could he possibly be a match for his daughter, who had been making a living selling goods on the streets since she was a child?

Seeing Lin Zonghan speechless with anger, Lin Jing snorted heavily, leaving behind the words "birds of a feather," before turning and returning to her room.

"Dad, don't be angry. Getting angry is bad for your health," Lin Xueli said as he helped Lin Zonghan sit down on the sofa in the living room.

"Ah Ren, go and tidy up the room for the young master."

"Aunt Mei, make a cup of tea for the young master." After giving the order, Lin Zonghan waved to Chen Yang and said, "Chen Yang, come here and let your uncle take a look. You've become more and more mature over the years."

“In the years you’ve been in Japan, your uncle hasn’t paid much attention to your life. I’m really ashamed to say that.”

Chen Yang quickly stepped forward and said, "Uncle, I'm so grateful for the help my family has given me during my years of studying in Japan."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to finish my studies."

Lin Zonghan patted Chen Yang's hand and said, "It's good that you don't blame your uncle. What are your plans after you come back?"

"I haven't decided yet," Chen Yang replied respectfully.

“Chen Yang, don’t keep it a secret from us now.” Lin Xueli laughed from the side: “You just left the Japanese consulate and Mr. Liang called my father. The position of Director of the Economic Department of the Ministry of Finance of the Jinling Reformed Government has been decided.”

"Chen Yang, I really didn't expect you to be such a hidden talent, actually managing to get in touch with Consul Iwai."

"I'll need your continued support for the Lin family's business in the future."

Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that Lin Jing was right; the whole family, young and old, had indeed become traitors.

"Xueli, you talk too much," Lin Zonghan complained in a low voice.

Lin Xueli laughed and said, "Dad, Chen Yang isn't an outsider. He'll find out about this sooner or later."

Lin Zonghan frowned and said, "That's true, but the Inukai Section Chief of the Iwai Agency said there's still a review process to go through."

"We need to keep a low profile at this time."

After saying that, Lin Zonghan turned to Chen Yang and said, "Chen Yang, you must be tired from your journey back."

"Go to the ancestral hall to burn incense first, and tell your parents that you should take a good nap this afternoon. Your uncle will host a welcome dinner for you at Banyuelou tonight."

Chen Yang nodded, picked up his clothes, said goodbye to everyone, and walked to the ancestral hall at the back.

The ancestral hall contains many memorial tablets, including those of the Lin family ancestors, Lin Zonghan's deceased wife, Chen Yang's parents, and Lin Jing's husband.

Chen Yang lit incense and bowed respectfully: "Mom and Dad, Brother Jianzhong, I'm back."

(End of this chapter)