Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 279 The Vanity and Materialism of Little 37

Qingmo didn't really have any particular thoughts about Zhao Man; she just wanted to know just how much tolerance this woman could endure.

Despite being disliked by her son, harassed by her mother-in-law, betrayed by her husband, and left with nothing but a street stall to make a living, she still managed to forgive everyone with magnanimity.

So, she probably wouldn't mind being served as a mistress, right?

After all, she is so kind.

Ah.

Since Zhao Man arrived, the family has been living in harmony.

Now that the mother-in-law has someone to do things for her, she won't nitpick anymore. And now that the stepson has a mother who tolerates him, his little temper has resurfaced, but this time it's directed at his own mother.

Jiang Tianming was relieved. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law wouldn't be arguing all the time anymore. He could just push everything onto Zhao Man. Sure enough, bullying the weak and fearing the strong is their nature.

"Manman, look at this, that, you need to clean them properly. They're not even clean yet. Why are you so careless when you're working? Honestly."

Jiang Cuilan pointed and gestured from the side, while Zhao Man knelt on the ground and wiped the floor with her hands, occasionally wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Although it was hard work, she glanced at Yao Yao watching TV on the sofa and felt it was all worthwhile. With a gentle smile on her face, she silently followed the instructions to wipe again.

Qingmo sat there eating sunflower seeds, the shells falling to the ground every now and then, which Zhao Man would have to clean up later.

When Zhao Man brushed her feet, she seemingly casually placed her foot on the back of her hand and gently rubbed it.

"what"

Zhao Man's exclamation went unnoticed by anyone.

Jiang Yao stared intently at Bald Qiang on TV, while Jiang Cuilan pretended not to see him and glanced elsewhere.

Qingmo looked at her with a half-smile, as if mocking her foolishness.

"Oh! Sister Man, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. Are you alright?"

"Yaoyao, your mother hurt her hand, hurry up and get her some ointment."

Hearing his stepmother's words, Jiang Yao didn't take them to heart and replied in a childish voice, "Auntie, it's okay. My mom gets hurt often, she's used to it."

"Oh dear, you idiot, Bald Qiang is such an idiot, he failed to cut down the tree again. Grandma, he's so stupid."

"Yes, yes, Yao Yao is right. Only our grandson is the smartest."

The two were all smiles, and no one noticed Zhao Man's gloomy expression. She tightened her grip on the rag and continued working without saying a word.

It's always been like this. In this family, no one cares about her feelings anymore. She's long been used to it, but she still can't help feeling a little sad.

Seeing Zhao Man's submissive attitude, a nameless anger suddenly welled up in his heart.

Qingmo stood up and casually knocked over the vase next to her. "Oh dear, Sister Man, how could you be so careless? This is Tianming's favorite vase, worth tens of thousands."

Zhao Man hurriedly stood up and shook her head in fear: "No, it wasn't me, I didn't." As she spoke, she squatted down to pick up the broken pieces on the ground.

Just then, Jiang Tianming returned.

Seeing this, he frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Qingmo, feigning malice, complained, "Tianming, Sister Manman accidentally broke the vase you bought a while ago! Tsk tsk tsk, what are we going to do about it?"

Zhao Man lowered her head, looking like a wronged child, and mumbled softly, "I didn't. I was wiping the floor the whole time. I don't know how the vase fell down. I didn't even touch it."

Qingmo: "Who else could it be but you? Yaoyao? Mother-in-law? Or me? Hmph, I think you're just trying to make excuses. Pay up, it'll be 30,000 yuan."

"Hahaha, Mom is a clumsy idiot, clumsy and awkward, hehehe."

Seeing his mother being scolded, Jiang Yao not only didn't step forward to defend her, but also stood by and laughed, mocking her.

Jiang Tianming glanced at Zhao Man, sighed, and said, "It's just a vase. Let's just leave it at that since no one got hurt."

"Let's deduct the money from Zhao Man's salary."

Upon hearing the first sentence, Zhao Man thought Jiang Tianming was protecting him, but after hearing the second sentence, she realized she had been overthinking it; he really was still that heartless and ungrateful man.

Qingmo pouted, looking unhappy. "Fine, Sister Man, your monthly salary is only six thousand, but this vase costs thirty thousand. You'll have to work hard for the next five months to pay it back."

Zhao Man bit her lip, knowing that nothing she said would make a difference, so she could only reply softly, "Okay."

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Jiang Tianming turned to Qingmo with a gentle expression of concern.

"Honey, how are you feeling today? Did the kids bother you?"

"It's alright, barely passable."

The two chatted casually, and the grandmother and grandson went to watch TV, leaving Zhao Man squatting on the ground cleaning up the mess.

A shard of a vase cut her finger, and blood dripped onto the floor, but she silently cleaned it up.

From the moment she agreed to stay and work as a nanny, she was already at the very bottom of the social hierarchy in this family.

But she was willing to endure it so that she could see her child one more time.

Qingmo took in her expression, stroking her belly, and said to Jiang Tianming in a coquettish voice, "Honey, how about we send Yaoyao to a 24-hour daycare? He's always jumping around at home, and he almost bumped into me today. It's really not safe for him."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tianming first glanced at her stomach, then looked at Jiang Yao, his brows furrowing.

“Yunqing, Yaoyao is still a child. There’s no need to send him to full-time daycare so early. Besides, Zhao Man and my mother are at home. He won’t bother you.”

"Yes, yes, my grandson absolutely cannot be sent to full-time daycare. What did he do to offend you? How can you be so heartless, sending such a young child away?"

Upon hearing that her grandson was to be sent away, Jiang Cuilan immediately became agitated and quickly jumped in to respond.

Qingmo: "Hmph, so he's more important than the baby in my belly? What if he bumps into me? Kids this age love to jump around."

"Besides, children are prone to jealousy. Who knows if he might deliberately try to harm me in the future?"

These words made the three adults present uncomfortable. Wasn't this clearly saying that Jiang Yao was a bad kid?

Suppressing his displeasure, Jiang Tianming still coaxed her gently, "Wife, Yaoyao is a very good boy. He's not that kind of child. Mom will keep an eye on him."

Jiang Cuilan: "Yes, I'll keep an eye on him. He's gone far away from you now, isn't he?"

Qingmo sneered: "You make it sound so easy. Can you guarantee you'll be watching him every single moment?"

Jiang Yao seemed to sense that something was wrong, so he ran over and hugged Jiang Cuilan's leg.

Jiang Cuilan stroked his head tenderly and said, "Don't be afraid, baby. Grandma won't let that bad woman send you away."

Zhao Man wanted to interject, but she had no chance to speak and could only stand by anxiously.

Jiang Tianming was helpless about Qingmo's unreasonable behavior, but Jiang Yao was his own son, and he certainly wouldn't send him away.

The main concern is whether the baby in her belly is a boy or a girl.

“Yunqing, I definitely won’t send Yaoyao away. If you’re worried he might hurt you, I’ll rent you a place outside. You can move out and come back after you give birth.”

"You actually want to kick me out for this little brat?" she shrieked.

Jiang Tianming frowned. "Yun Qing, stop being unreasonable. This is for everyone's good."

Qingmo trembled with anger, glaring fiercely at Jiang Yao.

Very well, she's going crazy.

No need for many words, no need for small talk, just raise your fist and get to work.

There was a series of loud smashing sounds, followed by screams from men and women; the villa was quite noisy.

"You crazy woman, you hit my grandson! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Yaoyao, come to Mommy."

"Stop, stop, Yunqing, ah, it hurts."

"Waaah! Auntie, Yao Yao will never watch Bald Qiang again, please stop hitting him."

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