Chapter 342: The Boomerang Hits Back

Chapter 342 The Boomerang Comes Back to Haunt You

Lin Zhaodi just like that settled down in the Lu household.

When Su Jiao returned and saw Lin Zhaodi in the living room, she freaked out.

"You old bi— uh... you... what are you doing here?"

Lin Zhaodi could no longer speak and just gaped at her.

Su Jiao took a guilty step back but then, remembering this was her own home, quickly glanced around before stepping forward and lowering her voice. "What the hell are you doing here? Who let you in?"

"I let her in," Lu Yazhi said, stepping out from the hallway.

"Mom~" Su Jiao cooed, instantly putting on a sweet smile.

Lu Yazhi nodded. "The guest room near the bathroom has been cleaned up by Auntie Zhang. From now on, Grandma will stay there. Since you’re back, it seems the old lady had another accident. Hurry and take her to wash up."

The only help at home was Auntie Zhang, a temporary worker who came daily to clean and cook, not to care for the sick.

Su Jiao widened her eyes and pointed at herself. "You want *me* to do it?"

Displeasure flashed in Lu Yazhi’s eyes. "Young lady, what kind of attitude is that? I’ve always taught you that goodness starts with respecting your elders. Look at you—this is your grandmother! Are you really unwilling to help her wash up?"

"With this attitude toward the elderly, if you can’t even care for your own blood grandmother, what can I, as your mother-in-law, expect from you in the future?"

Su Jiao choked on her breath, her face flushing red. She wanted to scream. She took a deep breath and forced a stiff smile. "Of course not, Mom. I’ve always remembered your teachings. I’ll go wash Grandma right away."

Lu Yazhi was satisfied. "Good, that’s more like it. When your family sent the old lady over, they didn’t bring any spare clothes. Looks like you’ll have to make a trip back to fetch them."

Su Jiao’s face stiffened. "You’re saying... my... family sent my grandmother here?"

Lu Yazhi cast a pitying glance at Lin Zhaodi. "Yes. They said the conditions at home weren’t good, and with everyone busy working or studying, it was inconvenient for you to go back and forth to care for her. So they sent her here to save you the trouble."

"Ah, poor thing. Since you usually don’t have much to do anyway, you can stay home and take good care of her from now on. Let me tell you, goodness starts with respecting your elders. God’s watching, and your efforts will be rewarded in the future."

As she spoke, Lu Yazhi’s face lit up with genuine delight. "All the neighbors know our family has a kind-hearted soul. They even said they’d report it to the neighborhood committee and present us with an award plaque."

Su Jiao’s anger burned so fiercely it felt like her lungs were on fire. What kind of twisted logic—Was Lu Yazhi out of her mind?

If she wanted to be charitable, she could do it herself! Why drag me into it? This isn’t even my real grandmother—she has her own children! Was she supposed to play nursemaid forever?

Suppressing her rage, she shot Lin Zhaodi a cold glare, like she wanted to strangle her, before turning to leave. "I’ll go get Grandma’s things now."

She had to rake her mom over the coals. Why had Lin Zhaodi been dumped here?

Did her mother not want her to have a happy marriage with Jin'an?

She had just gotten married. After the mess at the wedding banquet, she had been tiptoeing around, finally enjoying a few quiet days. What was the point of throwing this old bitch at her now?

Worse, from what that foolish mother-in-law implied, Lin Zhaodi would be staying here permanently—under her care? Was this sabotage?

With this old burden dumped on her, how could she ever have alone time with Jin'an again?

She had been hoping to give Mother Lu a grandson soon. What was her mother thinking? Was this revenge?

Meanwhile, Ji Qingqing was in high spirits as she washed rice, humming a cheerful tune. That old bitch Lin Zhaodi was someone else’s problem now—good riddance! With any luck, Su Ping’s job would be ruined too, just icing on the cake.

The thought of Wang Xiaocui cleaning up after Lin Zhaodi at home made Ji Qingqing downright gleeful.

When they eventually sent Lin Zhaodi back to Su Jianguo, it would no longer be her problem. After all, she had already taken her in. Su Ping was Su Jianjun’s son, so it was his damn duty to take care of his own family’s burden.

Let them fight it out—she wanted nothing more to do with it. And they shouldn’t expect a single penny from her either. If only that fool Su Ping would clash with Su Jianguo and send Lin Zhaodi six feet under, she might even cash in on the disaster.

The more Ji Qingqing thought about it, the more pleased she became. *"I come from the mountains~ ah, with orchids in hand~"*

Just then, Su Jiao stormed in, her face twisted with rage, and slapped the pot out of Ji Qingqing’s grip.

*"Clang!"*

"Ah!" Ji Qingqing shrieked in shock.

She turned and glared coldly at Su Jiao. "What the hell are you babbling about?"

Su Jiao stared back furiously. "Why would you do this? I’m your own daughter—do you really hate seeing me happy?"

Ji Qingqing was baffled. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Su Jiao stiffened her neck. "How dare you ask? You couldn’t stomach dealing with that old crone yourself, so you dumped it on me? What was that supposed to mean?"

"You dumped it on me and washed your hands of it, but did you even think about me? I’m still so young, and you expect me to deal with something so disgusting? Just watching you do it made me want to puke!"

"Yesterday, you were telling me to get cozy with Jin'an so I could give the Lu family their first grandson. And now you hit me with this crap? Are you even my real mother? Boo-hoo—"

Su Jiao’s words dissolved into loud, dramatic sobs.

Ji Qingqing suppressed her rising anger. "What are you crying for? All you do when trouble comes is wail. If you had even half the sense of that little witch Su An, I wouldn’t have to worry so much!"

This only stoked Su Jiao’s fury. "I knew you’d look down on me! Too bad Su An didn’t want to be born from you—she wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire!"

Ji Qingqing’s voice suddenly sharpened. "Shut that wailing up!"

Su Jiao flinched, and her crying instantly choked off, leaving only pitiful sniffles.

"What’s going on? You’re a married woman and still acting like a brat? How do you expect to run the Lu household like this?"

Su Jiao hiccuped for a while before finally whining, "Why did you send that old hag to the Lu family? That moron of a mother-in-law of mine made me scrub her shit the moment I walked in! She even said she’s staying with us permanently now—that I have to take care of her! Waaah—"

Ji Qingqing’s pupils shrank. "Lin Zhaodi’s WHERE?"

Only then did Su Jiao sense something was off. She nodded, her face twisted in resentment. "Wasn’t it you who sent her there? My mother-in-law said you were the ones who had her carried over. She said everyone else was too busy with work or school, and since I was the one taking care of her anyway, it saved me the trouble of running back and forth."

Ji Qingqing quickly pieced it together. Her chest heaved with rage, and she hissed through clenched teeth, "That scheming Su An!"