"Your family's eldest girl got into a prestigious university," the person said with a smile. "She was the top scorer!"
Old Mrs. Qin had never been to school, so she had no idea what a "prestigious university" or a "top scorer" was. Dazed, she carried her basket home, only to find a crowd gathered at her gate.
Everyone was beaming with joy.
In stark contrast, the expressions on the faces of the Qin Family were not so pleasant. And how could they be? After all, the second son's family had been practically cast out by the old man. Before, Mr. Qin had even faked a deathly illness to trick the second son's family into coming back, all so he could try to give their old house to the third son.
In the middle of all that, the second son's child had even gone missing, though thankfully they were found in the end.
Mr. Qin couldn't hide his embarrassment. His unfavored son's child had turned out to be successful—didn't that just prove his own poor judgment?
