No, no, she absolutely cannot let the Xue family discover Sheng Yuwan's existence.

But what should she do?

She took the groceries and returned home anxiously.

Luo Jingyan, Xue Yanchen, and Grandma Xue will be back soon. Xue Yanchen has to go to work every day, so he may not have a chance to see Sheng Yuwan. But Luo Jingyan and Grandma Xue are both free, so they will see Sheng Yuwan when they go to the market.

Those two people didn't like her to begin with, and if they saw a woman who looked so much like a member of the Xue family and was about the same age as her, they might become suspicious.

She thought and thought at home, and finally came up with a solution.

She found a few croton seeds, ground them into powder, washed the bok choy she had bought from Sheng Yuwan that day, and added the croton powder to the vegetables while stir-frying them.

Song Qingsong came home for lunch after get off work and naturally ate the vegetables with croton powder in them. Xue Ningnan also ate a lot in order to achieve her goal.

About two hours after eating, Xue Ningnan started having diarrhea and had to go to the toilet.

Similarly, Song Qingsong was also not feeling well on the training field. His usually good digestive system suddenly became uncomfortable, and he had a strong urge to have diarrhea.

The army has strict discipline, so he couldn't keep going to the toilet. His stomach was in so much pain that he almost soiled his pants.

It wasn't time to leave work yet, but he couldn't hold on any longer and asked his boss for leave to go home.

When he got home, he saw Xue Ningnan lying weakly on the bed, clutching her stomach. He quickly asked, "Ningnan, do you have diarrhea too? I felt terrible at the training ground today. I almost wet my pants in front of so many of my men. I went to the toilet three or four times this afternoon. I felt so bad that I asked for leave and came home. What happened? I rarely have diarrhea. Even drinking cold water in winter doesn't make me like this."

"I... I don't know what's wrong either. Qingsong, my stomach hurts a lot too, but it feels much better after going to the toilet a few times. Maybe I caught a cold."

Song Qingsong felt much better now and stopped pursuing the matter.

He made several trips, felt exhausted, and lay down on the bed to rest.

As evening approached, Xue Ningnan got up and went to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

As expected, in addition to their usual corn porridge and steamed buns, dinner included leftover bok choy and a small amount of chives from today's purchase.

Xue Ningnan added some croton powder to the dish.

Song Qingsong had no reason to suspect that Xue Ningnan had tampered with the food. He had been suffering from diarrhea all afternoon, his stomach was empty, and his appetite was poor.

He drank a bowl of corn porridge, but ate quite a lot of vegetables.

Xue Ningnan was a little scared and only ate a small amount of vegetables, a bowl of corn porridge, and half a steamed bun made from mixed flour.

Before it was bedtime, Song Qingsong's stomach started cramping again, and he ran to the toilet.

Xue Ningnan ate less food and was in a better condition than him. Song Qingsong ran to the toilet five or six times in a row and was so exhausted from the diarrhea that he was about to collapse.

He lay on the bed, weak and listless. "Ning Nan, what happened? Is there something wrong with the food you cooked? That's why we both have diarrhea."

"Me." This was exactly the effect Xue Ningnan wanted. Before she could even guide the conversation, Song Qingsong asked, "I don't know either, but I also find it strange. We used to eat everything fine, but today we've had diarrhea."

"Ning Nan, there's definitely something wrong with the food you made. Has something gone bad or spoiled?"

"No, the rice we ate for lunch was bought just a few days ago, it's definitely fine. We've been eating the same steamed buns for a while now, and we've never had diarrhea before. We've also been eating corn porridge for a long time without any problems. Could it be..."

"The food must be the problem, there must be something wrong with it. Ugh, I've never had diarrhea like this before."

Seeing that Song Qingsong had analyzed all the problems, Xue Ningnan pretended to be surprised: "Could it be that there was something wrong with the vegetables I bought today? Oh dear, I should have known better than to buy her vegetables. If we had gone to another store, we wouldn't have suffered like this."

Which store are you talking about? Where did you buy these vegetables from?

"I bought them from the market near the military region. I saw that woman with two children, and her clothes were patched upon patched. She looked quite pitiful, so I bought two extra bundles for them. Could it be that she was poor herself and jealous of my well-dressed clothes, so she deliberately poisoned the vegetables?"

Song Qingsong frowned: "I don't think she would deliberately poison the food, but there must be something wrong with the food at her house."

Song Qingsong thought about it and realized that the vegetable farmer probably didn't know there was a problem with his vegetables, but he and his wife had been upset for so long and couldn't swallow their anger.

“Honey, why don’t you go to her place tomorrow and tell her there’s something wrong with her vegetables? Ask her to compensate us a little bit, even if it’s just a little. My stomach is killing me, I can’t suffer like this for nothing. Anyway, it’s her fault for not taking good care of the vegetable garden, so she should compensate us.”

Xue Ningnan wanted Song Qingsong to come with her. "Qingsong, that market only comes once every three days. It just so happens that next time is your day off. Why don't you come with me?"

"OK."

Song Qingsong felt another wave of nausea in his stomach, so he rushed to the toilet and came back clutching his stomach.

"We don't know how long this will last, why don't we go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

Xue Ningnan knew that things would get better soon. "It's so late now, how are we going to get there? Just hang in there, maybe it'll be fine in a little while."

Sure enough, after Song Qingsong persisted for another hour or so, his condition improved considerably.

Two days later, the couple went to the market together.

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