Seeing the flash of triumph in Qian Xiaoqing's eyes after hearing those words, Yang Chuxia couldn't help feeling annoyed—what a pair of fools, aunt and niece both.
"Second auntie, don't take this the wrong way, but you're not so old as to be all bones yet—why can't you wash clothes? And even if you can't wash them, can't this beloved niece of yours? She's been staying at your house for so long; what's wrong with helping out by washing a few clothes?"
At this point, Yang Chuxia decided to lay it all out. "Everyone knows what you're trying to do, second auntie, and I'm sorry to speak bluntly, but only because my cousin has a good temperament does she put up with your scheming. If it were me, you think I'd tolerate having a girl in the house who dreams all day of climbing into my husband's bed and then expect me to wait on her? You must be dreaming! I would have thrown her out long ago."
