Thinking about the property Lin Qinghan held, Zhao Er's wife felt her heart flutter with desire. She had heard that woman had quite a bit of land and shops, and even just half of it would be enough for them to live a lavish life.
Zhao Er was still clear-headed: "You're considering this too, but the Lin family isn't easy to deal with." They were ordinary people, whereas the Lin family was an official's family, and even though the Lin family wasn't as powerful as before, a dying camel is still bigger than a horse; they'd crush them like ants easily.
Thinking about the maids in Lin Qinghan's residence, each of them formidable, Zhao Er's wife quickly extinguished the thoughts that sprang in her mind.
When Lin Qinghan attended the funeral, she had an argument with her second sister-in-law.
