The old woman was strong and hated Shen Yanhong to the core. She used all her strength, and Shen Yanhong couldn't bear it. She groaned loudly and begged for mercy at first, but later only moaning could be heard.

"Grandma, stop hitting her, or Mom will be beaten to death."

Ye Lan rushed over, trying to stop the old lady, but she was weak and the old lady easily flung her away with one hand while continuing to slap Chen Yanhong with the other.

"You heartless bastard, you dare to poison me! I'll beat you to death!"

The old woman hit and cursed as she went. She had lived for over sixty years and was usually the one who made others suffer. But after hunting geese all her life, she ended up being pecked in the eye by a goose. She couldn't swallow this insult no matter what.

Shen Yanhong lay motionless on the ground, enduring the old woman's beatings. A hole was broken in her forehead, from which blood gushed out. Shen Yanhong's face was ashen, her eyes tightly closed, and she was unconscious.

The old woman was still not satisfied. She not only snatched the spoon away but also kicked it, yelling, "Don't play dead! You worthless wretch, you think you can just pretend to be dead after a few hits? You think I'm afraid of you? Humph, I'm going to hit you again, I'll beat you to death, you slut..."

Ye Zhiguo realized something was wrong. If the old lady continued hitting her, Shen Yanhong might really be in trouble. He quickly stepped forward to stop her, "Mother, stop! That's enough. If you keep hitting her, someone will die. Your son will be sued for murder..."

"Mom... wake up, Mom, don't die..."

Ye Lan lay down beside Shen Yanhong and called out several times, but Shen Yanhong didn't even groan. The wound on her forehead was still bleeding, and there was blood on her clothes and the ground. Her face turned from golden to white, as white as paper.

The old lady glanced at it, her heart skipped a beat. Could he really have killed him?

How come that slutty widow is so easily beaten?

Ye Zhiguo panicked and rushed over to pinch her philtrum. After pinching for a long time, Shen Yanhong finally woke up slowly and let out a groan. The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, but her face quickly darkened, and she cursed, "You're pretending to be dead to scare me, aren't you? I'll beat you to death, you little bastard..."

"Mom, stop hitting her... I'll take her to the hospital first." Ye Zhiguo stopped the old lady from hitting her with the big spoon, his face very serious.

The old lady paused for a moment, didn't argue with her son, put away the spoon, glanced at Shen Yanhong who was groaning softly, and said sourly, "Why go to the hospital? Your mother fell from the embankment into the ditch back then, and had a hole in her head the size of a small wine cup. A whole basin of blood flowed out, but I only grabbed a handful of wood ash, and I'm fine now."

The old lady thought the slutty widow was definitely faking it.

She felt a little resentful. The moment the slutty widow put on an act, her son sided with her and wouldn't even let her teach the slutty widow a lesson.

Ye Qingqing watched coldly. She knew about sprains and bruises. Shen Yanhong's injuries were indeed quite serious, but they were just superficial wounds. She would recover in a few days and wouldn't be unable to get up.

His current half-dead state is most likely an act.

"Grandma, let me help you put the spoon away!"

Ye Qingqing had an idea in mind. She walked towards the old lady and, as she passed Shen Yanhong, pretended not to see her. She lifted her foot and stepped on Shen Yanhong's hanging hand, and even deliberately ground it down.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Shen Yanhong bounced high like a spring, and her voice sounded quite strong, unlike her previous half-dead state.

The old woman understood immediately, glaring at her with her triangular eyes, and then swung a large iron spoon at her. "I knew you were faking it! I'll beat you to death, you sly fox! You even dared to lie to me..."