Ye Zhiguo also noticed Shen Yanhong's unnatural expression, his heart sank, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

If Shen Yanhong really drugged his mother, he will never forgive that bitch!

Ye Qingqing not only brought out the rhubarb, but also the remaining half pot of porridge.

"Grandma didn't drink the porridge, she ate half the chicken, and there's still more than half left. You keep saying there was no poison, so eat this pot of porridge to prove your innocence!"

Ye Qingqing brought the porridge to Shen Yanhong and felt extremely pleased to see her face growing paler and paler.

The old lady hadn't expected Ye Qingqing to have left so much porridge, and she no longer felt sorry for the wasted food by this spendthrift girl. She yelled at Ye Zhiguo, "Make your wife drink the porridge. As long as she's alright, even if I wronged her, I'll kowtow to her and apologize!"

"I...I really didn't drug you...Zhiguo, you have to believe me, how could I possibly drug you? I really didn't..."

Shen Yanhong dared not drink the porridge. She had added twice the amount of porridge to the pot, and she was afraid it would kill her if she drank it!

Ye Zhiguo's face was ashen, but he remained rational. He first went to close the gate, then exchanged a few polite words with the neighbors who had come to watch the commotion, "It's nothing serious, just a small disagreement, hehe..."

The neighbors all smiled knowingly. They could tell at a glance whether it was a minor dispute or not. This time, Grandma Ye had a reasonable argument and it didn't seem like she was just making trouble for no reason!

It's true what they say: you can know a person's face but not their heart!

Who would have thought that Shen Yanhong, who usually seems like a kind and honest wife and loving mother, would poison her mother-in-law? The old saying is really true: a barking dog doesn't bite!

Ye Zhiguo closed the gate and let the old lady and Shen Yanhong into the house. The yard was a mess, but Ye Zhiguo didn't care. Right now, figuring out the truth was the most important thing.

After everyone went back inside, Ye Zhiguo closed all the doors and windows tightly before starting the investigation.

He took the rhubarb from the old woman. Everyone in the countryside knows what this stuff is, and Ye Zhiguo certainly does too. His expression grew even colder, with a hint of gloom in it.

"Drink your porridge!"

Ye Zhiguo presented the porridge to Shen Yanhong, his voice colder than ice, and his gaze made Shen Yanhong's legs go weak, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

"Zhiguo, believe me, I really didn't drug her. Qingqing must have framed me on purpose. The porridge I cooked at noon was definitely good. Maybe Qingqing put it in to harm Mom and me. Don't fall for her tricks..."

In desperation, Shen Yanhong shifted the blame onto Ye Qingqing, trying to clear her name first.

Anyway, after an afternoon, she could easily claim to know nothing about it.

Ye Qingqing was so angry she was practically fuming. Damn it, she had never seen anyone more shameless than this old slut who actually tried to drag her into this mess.

However, she didn't need to explain; the old lady was quite helpful.

"Pah! You filthy slut, you think you can frame Qingqing? How could Qingqing know that rhubarb can harm people? She's so stupid, she can't even tell the difference between water spinach and sweet potato vines, how could she possibly know how to find rhubarb..."

The old lady spat on Shen Yanhong's face.

Ye Qingqing's lips twitched slightly. No matter what, she was still a little touched.

Even though the old lady thought she was dumber than a pig!

Ye Zhiguo, of course, didn't believe it was Ye Qingqing either. His mother was right. Ye Qingqing only knew how to eat, she couldn't even wash a dish. Not to mention she couldn't distinguish between water spinach and sweet potato vines, she couldn't even tell the difference between winter melon and pumpkin. She couldn't find a complicated herb like rhubarb even if you beat her to death!