Chapter 273 Good things never come her way
It was as if the person in front of me wasn't a person, but a dark cloud that shouldn't have appeared.
Fang Wanyu pretended not to see Qiao Wanyin and walked straight up to Song Yazhi, her voice soft and gentle: "Aunt Song, I've come to apologize."
She walked slowly, as if afraid of disturbing someone.
He held the fruit basket to his chest, his head slightly lowered, his shoulders drooping, his posture so humble it was almost deliberate.
Her voice was very low, with a slight sob at the end, as if she had just cried, or as if it were a carefully rehearsed performance.
She tried to make her expression appear sincere, but the muscles at the corners of her eyes twitched slightly, betraying her inner tension.
Before she could finish speaking, she prepared to kneel down: "I was so foolish before, so infatuated with Brother Li An, that's why I resorted to those terrible tricks..."
Her knees had just bent, her skirt was already slightly folded, and her palms were on the ground. Her movements were so fluid, as if she had practiced countless times.
Her voice began to tremble, and tears welled up in her eyes, as if she were about to break down and cry at any moment.
The phrase "infatuated with Leon" was spoken with exceptional clarity, like a fine needle gently stirring the atmosphere in the room.
"Stand still!"
Song Yazhi shouted sternly, "Stop putting on a melodramatic show here!"
Her voice boomed like thunder, making the air tremble.
With a swift and decisive wave of his hand, as if shooing away an annoying fly.
Her gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing straight at Fang Wanyu without the slightest hesitation.
That shout of "Stand still" was like a wall, slamming shut on all the other person's performance space.
Fang Wanyu trembled at the shout, tears welling up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall: "Auntie, I really... came to apologize."
Her body trembled violently, her knees were forced to straighten, and her face was filled with grievance.
She blinked, tears hanging precariously at the edge of her eyelashes, like dewdrops clinging to the tips of grass.
Her voice was weak and choked with sobs, as she tried to gain sympathy by playing the victim, but the tears never fell, making it seem particularly deliberate.
"No need!"
Song Yazhi snatched the fruit basket and threw it back into her arms, saying, "I saw through you a long time ago! Sweet words to your face, but stabbing you in the back!"
Her movements were swift; the fruit basket was snatched away roughly and then shoved back forcefully.
An apple rolled out and tumbled to the corner of the wall.
Her eyes were filled with disgust, and her tone was resolute, each word like a stone hitting the ground, heavy and cruel.
She no longer concealed or hesitated, and bluntly unveiled that false mask.
Fang Wanyu's face turned pale and then green. She turned to Qiao Wanyin and said, "Sister-in-law, I know I was wrong. Please speak up for me."
Her face drained of color instantly, then flushed an unnatural red.
She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to put on a pleading expression, and turned to Qiao Wanyin, her voice trembling slightly: "Sister-in-law, I shouldn't... I shouldn't have done those things. You're kind-hearted, please put in a good word for me, okay?"
She tried to get closer to him, using the term "sister-in-law" to evoke old feelings, but a hint of contempt still lingered in the depths of her eyes.
Before Qiao Wanyin could even open her mouth, Song Yazhi had already stepped in front of her, blocking her way: "Don't give me that! Get out of here now, and don't let me see you again!"
Her movements were decisive; she stepped forward and completely blocked Qiao Wanyin behind her.
She stood tall, like a wall, completely blocking Fang Wanyu's view.
Her voice was as cold as ice, carrying an undeniable resolve.
The phrase "Don't try that on me" was spoken with extreme emphasis, as if declaring that the previous indulgence had come to an end.
"I was blind before, I believed your nonsense and almost tore my house apart."
She spoke slowly and clearly, word by word, as if she were reviewing a failed battle.
Her voice contained regret, but even more so, anger that came after she had come to her senses.
She no longer denied her past favoritism, but faced her mistakes head-on, using this self-reflection to completely distance herself from the situation.
"From now on, I won't believe a single word you say. You're so calculating, your mind is more delicate than a needle's point, not even as sharp as a single hair on Wan Yin's head!"
She pointed her finger at Fang Wanyu, her tone resolute and ruthless.
The phrase "not even worth a single hair" struck the other person's heart like a heavy hammer.
As she said this, her gaze shifted slightly, landing on Qiao Wanyin, carrying a hint of barely perceptible guilt and approval.
Fang Wanyu bit her lip hard, a surge of hatred flashing in her eyes.
Her lips were almost bitten through, and a little blood seeped out.
Her hands, hanging by her sides, were clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white.
That hatred burned silently in her eyes like a wildfire, darkening her pupils.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone, but the air was already thick with resentment and malice.
She hadn't considered that Song Yazhi might suddenly side with Qiao Wanyin.
This question churned in her mind, like a dull knife cutting into her flesh.
She always thought that Song Yazhi was her most powerful ally, a pawn she could control.
But today, the game has been completely turned upside down.
She couldn't figure out where things had gone wrong.
What did Qiao Wanyin do?
Or did I overestimate my own abilities?
Why?
On what grounds?
These two words roared in her heart, but she dared not utter them aloud.
She felt a tightness in her chest, as if someone was choking her.
She gripped the fruit basket tightly, her nails digging into the edge, but she dared not look up again. She could only grit her teeth and retreat step by step toward the door, her figure disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.
Qiao Wanyin was just a country girl from an ordinary background. She hadn't received much education, and her manners and speech were unsophisticated. She was immoral and didn't even care about basic decency. She was nothing like a city person.
Why does her whole family, from top to bottom, treat her like a precious gem and protect her?
It's one thing for her parents to be biased, but even her in-laws, husband, and children revolve around her?
Just because she opened a kindergarten and leads a group of children in singing and dancing every day?
Is it because she recently became quite the celebrity in the residential compound, with neighbors praising her whenever they talk about her?
Fang Wanyu truly couldn't swallow this insult.
She was clearly a pampered girl who grew up in the military compound, well-educated, dignified, well-connected, and with a strong background. In what way was she inferior to Qiao Wanyin from the countryside?
What's more, she was someone who had lived a second life and remembered all her experiences from her previous life clearly. She should have been taking every step carefully and seizing the initiative, but in this life, she was always overshadowed by Qiao Wanyin—good things never came her way, all the limelight was stolen, and even the way others looked at her was contemptuous!
The more she thought about it, the more suffocated she felt, as if a heavy stone was stuck in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.
Breathing became difficult, my heart was beating fast and erratically, and my mind was filled with resentment and bitterness.
She gripped the handle of the fruit basket tightly, her fingernails almost digging into the gaps in the bamboo weave. Her knuckles turned a pale white from the excessive force, and the veins on the back of her hands were faintly visible.
She had specially chosen that fruit basket; the apples were rosy and the pears were juicy. It was originally sent under the guise of "caring for the elders," but now it had become the only thing she could hold onto as a token of her affection.
In the end, she could only force a smile, putting on a wronged and innocent look, her voice trembling slightly.
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