Chapter 116 Poisoning

Su Cheng's voice was neither loud nor soft, enough for everyone in the hall to hear.

Qian's expression changed slightly, and she clenched her hands tightly under the table. She put on a polite smile again and said softly, "We don't usually eat these. Today we are welcoming Ahu, so we have a richer menu. On ordinary days, we only have three or two dishes of vegetarian dishes on the table."

"Really?" Su Cheng raised his hand nonchalantly and tucked his hair behind his ear. He wore the Zhao family's ancestral jade bracelet on his wrist, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"I don't want to eat this!"

Next to Qian sat a fat boy, dressed in brocade clothes, with a golden longevity lock hanging around his neck. His brows were furrowed, his mouth was pouting, and he grabbed the roasted chicken leg on the table and slammed it to the ground. "I want roasted venison and bird's nest chicken soup. Not even dogs would eat these!"

As soon as the words fell, the maid beside the fat boy hurriedly squatted down, covered his little mouth, her face pale.

"Ying'er!" Qian's heart sank and she subconsciously looked at Zhao Hu's expression.

Zhao Hu lowered his eyes and drank tea, not even glancing at her.

"Get out of here." Zhao Ying started to act like a spoiled brat, struggling hard in the maid's arms. He finally sat up straight, picked up the teacup with both hands and smashed it hard on the maid, cursing loudly, "Who do you think you are, bitch? How dare you cover my mouth with your dirty hands?"

"Ying'er, stop talking nonsense!" Qian, not caring about her own image, leaned forward and stretched out her arms to pull her son. "Second uncle is still here, how can you say such nonsense?"

Zhao Ying shook her hand off and sat aside angrily, "Why do we have to eat these things when Second Uncle comes back? Doesn't Second Uncle have his own home? Why does he come to our house?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent. The atmosphere was so tense that you could hear a pin drop.

"I didn't even know when this house became someone else's." Zhao Hu curled his lips and chuckled. He gently put down the teacup in his hand and glanced at Qian. A hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes. "Is this how my sister-in-law educates her son?"

Uncle Zhao Chen, who had been silent for a long time, coughed twice, and a flash of embarrassment crossed his face. "Ying'er has been spoiled since he was a child, so it's inevitable that he has a willful temper. Your sister-in-law is busy with household affairs and has no time to discipline him."

Su Cheng lowered her eyes and poured tea, her tone calm, "Then why don't you give up the housekeeping power and let me take charge of the household affairs."

"You—" Qian was about to speak, but she caught sight of Zhao Hu out of the corner of her eye and swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She said with a forced smile, "It's not that I'm reluctant to give up the household duties, but you're too young and grew up in the countryside. You don't know anything about etiquette, rules, and interpersonal relationships. Why don't you ask a nanny to come home and teach you? Once you've learned, I'll definitely give up my position."

Zhao Hu took a sip of tea, glanced at Su Cheng, and waited for her next words.

"Aunt is right. I have to learn what I need to learn. Although I am crude, I can understand the accounts. Aunt, why don't you let me manage the household accounts so that your niece can share some of the burden for you." Su Cheng smiled lightly and spoke slowly, "Father's salary remains the same every month. If he eats venison and bird's nest every day, he will definitely not be able to make ends meet."

Qian gave two awkward laughs and lowered her head in embarrassment.

"You just arrived at the Zhao family, and before we even had a blood test, you're already thinking about taking over the household." Zhao Sheng'er glared at her, fidgeting with her handkerchief nervously. "My mother has worked diligently for the Zhao family. Why should she make room for you just because you're here?"

"Snob." Zhao Ying naturally spoke in favor of his sister. He rolled his eyes at Su Cheng and looked up at her with disdain. "My mother is right. She is really a piece of trash that is not worthy of being on the stage—"

"Ying'er!"

Before he could finish his words, Qian suddenly jumped up, raised her hand and slapped Zhao Ying's chubby face, making the fat on his face tremble.

"I told you to shut up, why wouldn't you listen?" Qian was so angry that she was shaking all over, her teeth clenched tightly. "Today is a family reunion, why are you making such a fuss! If you can eat, eat quietly. If you can't eat, get out of here and go back to the yard!"

"Mother..." Zhao Ying covered his face and stared at her blankly, his eyes full of shock, "You hit me?"

"If you still can't learn to be quiet, this slap won't be enough." Qian's face turned pale, and she was obviously very angry. "You are so young, but you have no respect for your elders. You are simply lawless!"

Zhao Ying bit her lip, covered her face, pushed the food in front of her to the ground, and ran out without looking back.

"Brother..."

"Sit down, and don't chase after him to coax him!"

Just as Zhao Sheng'er was about to stand up, she was shocked by her mother's anger and sat back down in disappointment.

Su Cheng lowered his eyes and drank tea, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips.

Qian wiped the sweat from her forehead, calmed herself down, and chatted with the people around her as if nothing had happened. She glanced at Su Cheng, who was sitting at the top, without any expression.

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backyard

Zhao Ying's cheeks were swollen. He hid behind a rock and cried bitterly. He picked all the flowers and plants around him, threw them on the ground and stomped on them again and again. "I hate you! I hate you!"

"Meet Master Ying."

The maid's voice rang in his ears. Zhao Ying raised his tear-stained face, wiped away his tears, and his eyes fell on the maid's hand. "What are you holding?"

The maidservant didn't dare to hide it and whispered, "This is the soup that Grandmother specially ordered to be prepared for Miss Su."

"Miss Su... what a bullshit Miss Su! Mother was so focused on currying favor with Second Uncle that she never even thought of preparing soup for me."

It would have been fine if Su Cheng wasn't mentioned, but as soon as she was mentioned, Zhao Ying became even more resentful. He picked up the bowl of soup and drank most of it in one gulp, not caring that it was hot, leaving only the bottom of the bowl.

"Master Ying!" The maid's face turned pale with fear, and she quickly spoke up to stop him. "This soup was specially prepared by Grand Madam. If Master drinks it, how can I report it to Grand Madam?"

"Slut, you dare to blame me?" Zhao Ying glared at her and stuffed the soup bowl back into her hands. "This soup is full of valuables. Why give it to that Su guy? Just tell my mother the truth. I drank this soup. Who dares to punish me?"

"...Yes, I understand." The maid didn't dare to contradict this devil, so she had to accept her fate and left with the bowl of soup.

Zhao Ying's expression softened slightly after the maid left the stone mountain. He continued to pluck the flowers and plants to vent his anger, "You damn snob, you think you're worthy of drinking my soup?"

The next moment, his face changed drastically. He suddenly leaned forward and spat out dirty blood with a wow sound, mixed with a lot of bird's nests from the soup.

"My stomach..." Zhao Ying clutched his stomach tightly, black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He coughed violently a few times and spat out several large mouthfuls of dirty blood, "Help... Mother..."

He felt dizzy and the scenery in front of him became increasingly blurry. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground unconscious.

"Master Ying! Someone come quickly, Master Ying is vomiting blood and fainted!"