Yang Qingheng's expression remained calm, showing no sign of panic: "Fifth Grandfather, what are you saying? Everyone else drank the soup without any problems, but she's the only one who had an issue. Could it be a problem with the soup?"

"Exactly, everyone's alive and kicking right now, I think you're talking nonsense." Yao Ying was furious. She knew Yang Qingheng's character well; how could she possibly do such a thing?

Sister-in-law Sun pulled Yang Qingheng behind her: "Fifth Master, this matter is not up to you alone. We need to call the police. Only the police's opinion matters. Huo Xiuxiu and Yang Qingheng already have a grudge. Who knows if she poisoned Qingheng herself to frame her?"

Li Jiaoyan laughed: "Sister-in-law Sun, I know you have a good relationship with Yang Qingheng, but you can't just distort the truth to protect her. Why would Huo Xiuxiu reveal her premarital pregnancy just to frame Yang Qingheng?"

Everyone nodded in agreement: "She got all worked up just from me saying she might be pregnant. How could she possibly want us to know such a shameful thing?"

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, about to speak, when a startled cry came from not far away: "It's her! The woman who came over with the medicine and asked me about it just now is that woman!"

Several police officers led an old man over aggressively. When they saw Yang Qingheng, they paused for a second, but quickly regained their composure: "We received a report from this old man saying that you took the medicine to him and asked if pregnant women could take it, and he suspects that you wanted to frame a pregnant woman."

"It really was you!" Li Jiaoyan rushed out, her emotions running high. "Officers, you've come at the right time! She's the one who drugged the pregnant woman. She's already been taken to the hospital. Arrest her right now!"

The police officer, acting in a businesslike manner, said to Yang Qingheng, "Comrade Yang, please come with us."

“Okay.” Yang Qingheng didn’t resist and directly stretched out her hand.

The captain glanced at her, didn't take out handcuffs, and simply opened the door of the police car.

Several people set up a cordon and took control of the scene.

"Comrade Yang Qingheng, your constitution is a bit strange." Xu Feng couldn't help but laugh as soon as he closed the car door.

Yang Qingheng glanced at him indifferently: "What do you mean?"

"The first time I saw you, your bus overturned; the second time, that brat Tang Bainian got photographed; and now you're going to be living under the same roof as us," Xu Feng laughed heartily, completely unserious. "Are you cursed by some kind of bad luck charm?"

Yang Qingheng smiled mysteriously: "I don't know if I'm cursed with bad luck, but if word gets out about what you said today, you'll be writing a self-criticism of several thousand words."

He's capable of promoting feudal superstition.

Xu Feng seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, and his smile froze.

The captain in front chuckled and glanced in the rearview mirror.

He had already witnessed this girl's sharp tongue last time, and she certainly wouldn't disappoint.

After asking a series of official questions, Xu Feng personally escorted her to the detention center.

At night, Yang Qingheng sat cross-legged on the ground, listlessly fiddling with the mat beneath her.

The more I think about it, the stranger today's events seem.

She took the medicine, but she didn't take it to a place to eat. And the soup today was never handed to anyone else. How did the medicine get in?

Could it be a seasoning packet?

She touched her nose and couldn't help but frown.

Who would drug Huo Xiuxiu? Judging from her terrified appearance today, it doesn't seem like she's faking it. And although Huo Xiuxiu is stupid, she wouldn't be stupid enough to use such a strong drug and put herself in danger.

"What are you thinking about? Have you eaten?" The door suddenly opened with a bang, and Tang Bainian came in with a lunchbox.

Yang Qingheng nodded: "I ate it, but the prison food wasn't very tasty."

Tang Bainian was amused by her, so he opened his lunchbox and sat down next to her, saying, "My aunt made this, have some."

"Auntie is so kind," Yang Qingheng said, welcoming everyone. "Officer Tang, you're a kind person too."

"The test results are in. It's saffron. It wasn't just in her soup bowl, it was in the whole pot of soup," Tang Bainian said. "You guessed right, it's from the soup mix, ground into powder, so you can't see it."

Yang Qingheng sat up straight: "What about the fingerprints on it? Whose fingerprints were found?"

Tang Bainian hesitated, then said, "Only yours."

Both of them were silent for a moment.

You have to admit this person is wicked. He even thought of fingerprints, but the old man who packaged the medicine didn't leave any fingerprints, and he wanted to shove them in her face to tell her.

I only want to leave your fingerprints; I just want to frame you; I'm just playing around.

It is extremely harmful, and even more so, insulting!

The crucial point is that they don't have any evidence yet to prove that the drug has nothing to do with her!

Yang Qingheng was so angry she laughed.

Tang Bainian patted her shoulder: "It's alright, don't worry. Our police station is doing everything we can to investigate this matter, and we'll definitely clear your name."

School.

"Song Hengjue, your wife has been arrested by the police." Yao Ying was waiting downstairs at the dormitory. As soon as she saw Song Hengjue coming, she rushed up to him in a panic, tears streaming down her face.

Song Hengjue's hand trembled, and the lunchbox almost fell to the ground. His voice was tense: "What happened? Calm down and explain yourself clearly."

“Today, there was a village gathering, and they asked Qingheng to cook soup. After the meal, Huo Xiuxiu miscarried. The village doctor said it was the soup that caused the miscarriage. Then an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor said that Qingheng had asked him about medicine, so the police took Qingheng away. She is now in the detention center.” Yao Ying said, trying to suppress her sobs.

Cheng Kai tensed up and rushed over, grabbing Yao Ying's arm tightly in his haste: "Which detention center is Yang Qingheng in?"

He stared intently into her eyes; anyone who didn't know better would have thought it was his wife who went in.

Yao Ying felt a strange sensation: "Who are you?"

Song Hengjue added, "She is Yang Qingheng's friend."

"They're friends, at the Xishan Town Police Station." Yao Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Kai took off running, but in his panic he fell flat on his face, startling Yao Ying.

"This friend... is quite helpful." She scratched her head.

Police station detention center.

A voice came from outside the iron gate. Yang Qingheng thought it was Tang Bainian and subconsciously patted the seat next to her: "Sit down."

"Yang Qingheng, it seems you're having a pretty good time in the detention center." Gu Yi looked down at her with disdain.

Yang Qingheng looked up, saw it was him, sneered, and didn't even bother to give him a second glance.

Gu Yi's smug expression froze. He had imagined Yang Qingheng kneeling before him, weeping bitterly, and begging him while crying.

He had even planned it out: he would tell her that he would rescue her if she became his lover, and Yang Qingheng would grovel at his feet in gratitude.

What he never expected was that Yang Qingheng would be so calm, making him look like a clown!

Gu Yi was so angry that his heart, liver, and lungs ached.

That despicable woman!