By now, the commotion had drawn a crowd outside the house. When the neighbors and villagers heard Aunt Lin's words, they sucked in a sharp breath.
Not giving Mother Lin a chance to refute, Aunt Lin continued, "Since you dislike your daughter so much, I will take her as my own."
She then pulled 50 yuan from her pocket and slammed it onto the table. Mother Lin and Lin Sanlang's eyes instantly lit up at the sight of the money.
Seeing their eager expressions, Aunt Lin said, "You can have this money—but you must agree to transfer Meifeng's name to my family's household register and add her to my husband's name on the Lin family's ancestral book."
At those words, Mother Lin hesitated. Although she had never been particularly fond of her daughter, she had still carried her for nearly ten months and endured the pain of childbirth.
Now, someone was offering to take her away completely. She felt a moment of reluctance.
