Chapter 219 Detailed Plan
The autumn wind blew by, swirling up the withered yellow leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.
The wind wasn't strong, but it carried a biting chill, ruffling her carefully styled hair and letting a few strands of gray hair fall across her forehead.
She raised her hand to smooth it, but didn't immediately tidy it up; she just stared blankly into the distance.
She finally understood that the woman in front of her had not only stolen her son's heart, but was also not someone who could be easily dismissed.
She was not only intelligent, but also extremely shrewd and calculating. On the surface, she appeared gentle and virtuous, but behind the scenes, she had already laid out her plans.
This family is probably no longer under her control.
I arrived home at noon, the sun was shining brightly, and long shadows were cast from the courtyard wall.
Song Yazhi pushed open the courtyard gate, and the wooden door creaked and swayed slightly.
She immediately spotted Qiao Wanyin bending over to hang clothes. Her movements were slow and gentle, and her pregnant body made her seem a little clumsy, but she still insisted on doing things herself.
"Mom, you're back."
Hearing the noise, Qiao Wanyin immediately straightened up, turned around, and a warm smile appeared on her face. Her eyes were clear and bright, like a mountain stream, without a trace of impurity. "The food I made this morning is still warm in the pot. I'll go heat it up for you. Please sit for a while and don't tire yourself out."
Song Yazhi suppressed the unease and doubt surging in her heart, forcing a smile. Her lips were stiff, and even her voice was a little weak: "No need, I can do it myself. You're heavy, don't keep running around, be careful not to fall."
Qiao Wanyin smiled gently, her smile still soft, and asked with concern, "Mom went out early this morning to see Xiaoju, right? She hasn't looked well lately, is she sick? Should we call a doctor to take a look?"
Song Yazhi's heart tightened suddenly, as if someone had unexpectedly touched on her secret. She froze for a moment, her breath catching in her throat.
She hadn't expected the other party to bring it up so directly, without any hesitation.
After a moment, she regained her composure and forced a dry laugh, saying, "I... I just went out for a walk to get some fresh air. The weather was nice outside, and it was comfortable to stroll around."
After she finished speaking, she walked quickly into the kitchen, her steps hurried yet light, as if afraid that lingering for even a second would attract unnecessary attention.
She rested her hand on the cold stove, her fingertips trembling slightly. With her back to the door, she quietly took a few breaths, her chest heaving as if trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.
Qiao Wanyin's attitude was so natural, her smile was gentle, her eyes were clear, and her tone was as soft as a spring breeze, as if the fierce argument and suffocating confrontation of yesterday had never happened.
Every movement she made seemed so ordinary, so befitting of a good daughter-in-law.
This composure and pretense sent a chill down Song Yazhi's spine, the coldness climbing up her spine and straight to the back of her head.
She instinctively clenched the hem of her clothes, her fingertips icy cold, yet an indescribable unease surged within her—this was not normal; her excessive calm only made things more eerie.
"Mom, you look terrible."
Unbeknownst to anyone, Qiao Wanyin had already silently appeared at the kitchen doorway, her figure bathed in the afternoon light, her silhouette so soft it was almost ethereal.
She held a steaming cup of tea in her hand, wisps of white smoke swirling in the air, carrying a faint aroma of tea. "Have a sip of hot tea to warm yourself up."
Song Yazhi hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and took it.
The moment their fingers touched, she suddenly felt a strange palpitation, her wrist jerked violently, and the cup almost slipped from her hand, making a soft clinking sound.
The scalding tea spilled onto the back of her hand, and the stinging sensation spread instantly. She couldn't help but groan softly, her brows furrowing as she quickly pulled her hand back.
"Ouch, did you burn yourself?"
Qiao Wanyin immediately showed concern, turned around and quickly took a clean, damp towel from the cupboard. With practiced and gentle movements, she took Song Yazhi's hand and wiped the scalded skin little by little. "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't hold it properly. I'll pour another cup, and I'll be more careful this time."
Watching her daughter-in-law busy in the kitchen, her back slender yet efficient, the tap running and steam rising again, Song Yazhi's gaze became complex and deep.
She stared at those hands—those seemingly gentle and harmless hands that had gripped Fang Xiaoju's throat tightly last night and opened that non-existent door when no one was watching.
Who would have thought that this seemingly gentle, sensible, and considerate girl would harbor such deep thoughts?
She was like a still pond, seemingly calm on the surface, but with turbulent undercurrents beneath, and no one knew what lay hidden in its depths.
After lunch, the sunlight slanted into the courtyard, casting dappled shadows on the trees.
Song Yazhi made an excuse to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some needles, thread and soap, put on her coat, and hurriedly went out with her head down.
She walked quickly, almost jogging, through several alleys, and finally stopped in front of a slightly dilapidated courtyard gate.
Fang Xiaoju had already tidied up, wearing a faded blue cotton shirt and her hair was neatly combed, but there were dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept all night.
Hearing the knock, she immediately got up and opened the door. After recognizing Song Yazhi, she quickly closed the door and locked it from the inside.
"Auntie, I've thought it through."
She lowered her voice, her eyes sharp as knives. Though her voice was soft, it carried an undeniable resolve. "Qiao Wanyin cares about two things the most—her secret space and the child in her womb."
Song Yazhi narrowed her eyes, her gaze fixed on her like that of a hawk, "Go on."
"We can set up a plan."
Fang Xiaoju took a step closer, her toes almost touching Song Yazhi's shoes, her breath on Song's ear almost a whisper, "Pretend to accept her first, let her lower her guard. Then..."
She suddenly raised her right hand, clenching her fingers tightly in a grabbing motion, her fingertips gripping the air fiercely. "Grab her the moment she opens that space! Let her have no way to deny it!"
Song Yazhi frowned, her voice turning somber: "What's the point of doing this? Even if we catch her, what then? People will just say that my son and I are crazy and are making baseless accusations against her."
"Auntie, please listen to me."
Fang Xiaoju's eyes gleamed with an almost morbid stubbornness and ruthlessness. Her lips trembled slightly, but she enunciated each word with extreme emphasis, "If Brother Maidong knew that his wife possessed evil magic and was an abnormal person, would he still dare to want her? He would be afraid, disgusted, and would stay far away! He has believed in science since he was a child and hates ghosts and gods the most. Having witnessed such things with his own eyes... he could not accept a monster as his wife!"
Song Yazhi felt a jolt in her heart, as if she had been struck hard.
Yes, my son has always hated all sorts of supernatural things since he was little. In high school, he would even stand up and argue with his classmates when they told him a ghost story.
If you actually saw Qiao Wanyin tear open a door from thin air and drag someone inside...
He would be terrified, and might even break down on the spot.
"How exactly does it work?"
She finally spoke, her voice extremely low, as if afraid the wind outside the wall would hear it.
Fang Xiaoju leaned closer, her breath brushing against Song Yazhi's ear, and whispered the whole plan almost into her ear.
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