Chapter 274 Executing Orders

"Aunt Song, you've really misunderstood me... I just came to visit you and brought some fruit, I really didn't mean anything by it..."

"Fang Wanyu".

Qiao Wanyin interrupted her directly, her tone as cold as frost in winter, devoid of any emotion, "Since you can't understand human language, then I'll be even clearer—if you don't leave, I'll have the guards escort you out."

Upon hearing this, Fang Wanyu's pupils contracted sharply, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

The pitiful demeanor she had just displayed instantly crumbled, and the fake smile on her face peeled away like a mask, revealing her hideous true nature.

She suddenly raised her hand and slammed the fruit basket in her hand to the ground!

With a loud crash, the bamboo basket shattered into pieces, and bright red apples and golden pears rolled all over the floor, scattering wildly across the smooth surface. Some bumped into the corners of the walls, while others rolled under the sofa, leaving a complete mess.

"Qiao Wanyin!"

She screamed shrilly, her voice distorted with rage, "Don't be so arrogant! So what if you run a lousy kindergarten? Taking a few kids around jumping around every day, and you think you're a hero? What's so great about that? Anyone can do that!"

Before Qiao Wanyin could respond, Song Yazhi, who had been standing silently to the side, rushed forward, her eyes wide with anger, her finger pointing straight at the door. Her voice was like a thunderclap, making everyone's eardrums vibrate, and even the windowpanes seemed to buzz.

"Get out! You're not welcome here! From this day forward, you're not allowed to set foot in my house again!"

She trembled all over, but refused to back down an inch. Her eyes were sharp as knives as she cursed, word by word: "My daughter-in-law can run a kindergarten because she is capable, competent, and kind-hearted! You, a wicked and scheming person, can never catch up to her in your entire life! You are not even worthy to carry her shoes!"

Fang Wanyu was startled by this imposing manner and took a half step back, but she quickly regained her balance. A cold smile appeared on her lips, her eyes were sinister, and she retorted in a sarcastic tone: "Aunt Song, don't forget—who helped you out of your predicament back then? Who lent a helping hand when you were in your most difficult time? What, now that you've grown up, you don't care about past favors anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yazhi's face instantly turned purplish-red, her chest heaved violently, and she trembled with anger, as if her blood vessels were about to burst.

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Fang Wanyu, chilling her to the bone.

Her smile froze on her face, her pupils contracted sharply, and her face turned as white as paper, completely devoid of color.

Her lips trembled uncontrollably, her hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her nails digging into her palms without her even noticing.

She couldn't say a word; it felt like something was blocking her throat, making it difficult to even breathe.

Just then, Qiao Wanyin gently stepped forward, softly put her hand on her mother-in-law Song Yazhi's shoulder, and said in a gentle tone like a spring breeze: "Mom, don't be angry, your health is the most important thing. It's not worth getting angry over someone who isn't worth it."

She looked at Fang Wanyu calmly, without mockery or smugness, only with a condescending pity.

Fang Wanyu stared at the two of them, her eyes practically spitting fire. Her chest heaved violently, and she growled through gritted teeth, "Qiao Wanyin, don't be so smug! Let me tell you—this isn't over! Do you really think you can stay glamorous forever?"

Qiao Wanyin spoke calmly and unhurriedly, then gently waved towards the door.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, two tall, straight young men in olive-green military uniforms jogged over, stood ramrod straight, and gave a perfect military salute: "Director Qiao, is there anything we can do for you?"

At this moment, they stared warily at Fang Wanyu, ready to take action at Qiao Wanyin's command.

“This lady is not a parent of a child attending the kindergarten. Please ask her to leave.”

Qiao Wanyin's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and calm. Every word seemed to be slowly uttered from between her lips and teeth, carrying an undeniable weight, like a heavy hammer hitting the air.

Without asking any further questions, the two security guards immediately stepped forward, their movements swift and restrained, ready to carry out the principal's instructions.

They stood on either side, gesturing for people to leave. Although they did not use force, their attitude was firm.

But Fang Wanyu suddenly shook off her hand, stopped in her tracks, and clung tightly to the door frame, her nails scraping against the wooden frame with a harsh sound. "Qiao Wanyin, you just wait! I'll expose you sooner or later! What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Everyone knows what you do behind my back!"

Her voice was sharp and shrill, and her eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness.

Qiao Wanyin remained unmoved, glancing at her with a frosty gaze, her lips slightly pursed, without uttering a single word of nonsense.

She merely raised her chin slightly and nodded to the guard standing solemnly to the side, a very light movement that conveyed a silent authority.

Fang Wanyu was instantly grabbed by the arms of two security guards and dragged out with her feet off the ground.

As she was forcibly dragged away, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Qiao Wanyin! Don't think you can keep up the act forever! I won't let you get away with this! Just you wait! Everyone will know how you climbed up here!"

Her shouts echoed through the corridor, making the walls seem to tremble.

Only when the shrill roar completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, as if swept away by the wind, did Song Yazhi finally breathe a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping slightly.

She raised her hand to her chest, then gripped Qiao Wanyin's hand tightly, her knuckles turning white. "Wanyin, Mom... I was so blind and foolish before, I did so many things that I'm sorry to you..."

"Mom, don't take it to heart."

Qiao Wanyin looked at her, a gentle smile appearing on her lips, her eyes clear as water.

She raised her hand and gently patted Song Yazhi's hand, her movements as gentle as if comforting a frightened child, "It's all over now, really."

Today, her mother-in-law—the one who used to criticize and suppress her in every way—stood by her side for the first time and stood up for her with her actions.

That feeling was like a ray of warm sunshine suddenly shining in the cold winter, melting away the deepest ice in my heart.

This warmed her heart, and her eyes even felt slightly hot.

It turns out that Mom had truly changed her mind. It wasn't just a perfunctory response or a result of being forced by circumstances; it was a genuine awakening and remorse from the bottom of her heart.

The next morning, as sunlight streamed through the window, Qiao Wanyin, still dressed and tidying her hair in front of the vanity mirror, was suddenly shattered by a series of urgent shouts outside:

"Director Qiao! Director Qiao! People from your hometown have arrived! They're at the gate!"

Her hand paused on the comb, her heart tightened, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.

Hometown?

Why did someone suddenly appear?

And at this time?

A nameless unease quietly crept into my heart.

Has something happened at home?

My father is in poor health, and my mother has always been a dutiful and obedient person. She would never come here unless there was something important to do.

Without thinking twice, she hurriedly put down the comb and walked quickly towards the door.

My steps quickened, and my heart pounded with each step.