Chapter 182 is too exaggerated.

Song Yazhi's eyes widened, and her voice rose several octaves.

She stood by the laundry sink, forgetting to put down the washboard in her hand, frozen in place, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Qiao Wanyin blinked innocently, her tone light and cheerful as if she were talking about something perfectly ordinary:

"Mom, didn't you say you were going to wash Maidong's clothes? I was thinking, since I'll have to wash them all anyway, I might as well wash them all now and save myself the trouble of washing them next time."

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and pressed down the top military coat to prevent it from falling out.

"Mom, you are so thoughtful. Maidong is so lucky to have a mother like you!"

Qiao Wanyin's face was full of sincerity, her tone full of admiration, and she even sighed slightly, as if she was deeply moved by this "motherly love".

Song Yazhi's face turned pale with anger, "You...you..."

She pointed at Qiao Wanyin, her fingers trembling slightly, and her throat felt like it was blocked by something, so she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a moment.

She wanted to curse, but swallowed the words back, afraid of being labeled as unvirtuous.

"Mom, I have to go to work at the mutual aid center. I've been really busy lately, and I won't be back until tonight. As for lunch..."

Qiao Wanyin slung her canvas bag over her shoulder, her tone carrying a hint of apology, yet also a touch of relief.

"You don't need to worry about it!"

Song Yazhi suddenly turned around and slammed the washboard into the basin of water, splashing a large amount of water.

Her voice was as cold as ice, but her face was flushed red.

"Mom, you're so kind, you always think of us!"

Qiao Wanyin nodded with a smile, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes, yet she pretended to be utterly sincere.

She waved to Song Yazhi and walked briskly towards the courtyard gate.

After saying that, Qiao Wanyin turned around and ran away.

Her figure flashed and disappeared around the corner of the alley outside the courtyard, leaving not even a trace of her back.

Song Yazhi stood alone in the courtyard, stamping her feet in anger.

She stomped her feet, muttering curses under her breath, her fists clenched tightly, but dared not shout, afraid that the neighbors would hear and laugh at her.

The wind ruffled the white hair on her forehead, making her appear even more furious.

That night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

She kicked the blanket aside and flipped the pillow over, but she still felt restless and hot.

The cold moonlight shone in through the window, reflecting on her stiff face.

This Qiao Wanyin is completely different from what I've heard.

Wasn't she said to be stubborn, talk back to her in-laws, and refuse to do housework?

How come now he doesn't say a harsh word to her at all, but instead goes along with her in every way, yet he always manages to make her furious?

After thinking about it all night, she decided to try a different approach.

We can't let this girl lead us by the nose anymore; we have to take the initiative and leave her nowhere to hide.

The next morning, she got up early, dressed, and sat in the rattan chair in the living room, her eyes fixed on Qiao Wanyin's door.

She wanted to seize the first opportunity to teach her a lesson.

As soon as Qiao Wanyin stepped out of the room, she immediately put on a stern face: "Look at this floor, it's so dirty! Why don't you sweep it or wipe it clean!"

She pointed to the floor tiles in the middle of the living room, her voice stern and clearly reproachful.

Qiao Wanyin looked down and saw that there were indeed some scraps of paper and dust on the ground, which were left by Mai Dong after unpacking the package last night.

She smiled and nodded calmly, "Mom is right, I'll get started right away."

She picked up the broom and swept with exaggerated movements, humming a little tune, as if she were dancing.

Left and right, the broom flew through her hands, scattering dust and scraps of paper everywhere, making things even more chaotic.

Song Yazhi stared in disbelief, "What are you doing?"

She frowned, her tone full of doubt and dissatisfaction.

"Sweep the floor."

Qiao Wanyin looked up, smiling brightly, her eyes curving into crescents. "Mom, you have such good eyesight. This place really needs to be cleaned up."

As she spoke, she deliberately swept the broom towards Song Yazhi's feet, stirring up a small cloud of dust.

Song Yazhi was so angry that she couldn't speak, her chest heaving, and she turned and rushed into the kitchen.

She needs to calm down; she can't let this girl make her sick again.

A moment later, a loud bang came from the kitchen, startling the chickens outside the yard so much that they all flew away.

Qiao Wanyin quickly ran over and saw Song Yazhi sitting on the ground with an overturned flour sack next to her, white powder scattered all over the ground, like a light snowfall.

Her trousers, shoes, and sleeves were all covered in white powder, making her look extremely disheveled.

"Mom, are you alright?"

She rushed forward to help, her voice full of concern.

Song Yazhi flung her hand away and shouted sharply, "Don't touch me!"

Her face was ashen; she was clearly in pain and furious.

"Okay, sure!"

Qiao Wanyin immediately let go, took two steps back, and stood up straight.

Her hands hung naturally at her sides, looking completely obedient.

As a result, Song Yazhi tried to stand up with the help of the weight, but she lost her footing, slipped, and sat back down heavily.

"Ouch!"

She gasped in pain, her buttocks feeling like they were split open.

The pain almost made her jump up. "Qiao Wanyin! You, you did this on purpose!"

She pointed at Qiao Wanyin, her voice trembling, her eyes filled with rage.

Qiao Wanyin raised her hands, feigning surrender, but a smile remained on her face:

"Mom, you've wronged me! You said I didn't need to worry about it, and I was just being obedient!"

She blinked, her tone utterly innocent, as if she were truly a well-behaved and obedient daughter-in-law.

Song Yazhi sat on the ground, the cold cement floor making her buttocks ache. A dull pain shot up her tailbone, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Her chest heaved violently with anger, her face flushed red, her lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't utter a single word for a long time, only able to stare intently at the person in front of her.

She raised her right hand, pointing her index finger directly at Qiao Wanyin, her fingertip trembling violently. "You, you...you're just deliberately trying to annoy me, aren't you! You knew I couldn't stand steadily, yet you still stood by and watched the show!"

Qiao Wanyin immediately squatted down, so close to her that she could almost smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on her.

Her face immediately put on a pitiful expression, her eyes slightly reddened, and her voice was soft and innocent, "Mom, you can't say things like that. If you want me to help you, you can just say so, right? I'm not a mind reader, how could I possibly guess what you're thinking? I can't possibly reach out my hand every time you want to get up, can I? That would be too much."

Song Yazhi felt a tightness in her chest from those words, as if something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

She gritted her teeth, braced herself with her hands on the ground, and tried to slowly stand up on her own.

My knees ached, my palms were slightly white from the exertion, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on my forehead.

She moved upwards little by little, her movements slow and difficult.

Who knew that just as she was about to stand up straight, her right hand suddenly slipped, her palm scraped against the ground, and she immediately lost her balance, her body tilted violently, and she was about to fall heavily back to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Qiao Wanyin opened her eyes and almost reflexively reached out to support her arm. "Mom, slow down, don't fall! The ground is cold, it wouldn't be good if you got hurt."