Ye Qingqing managed to fool the old lady with just a few words. The more she looked at Ye Hua, the uglier she became, and the deeper her disgust grew. Shen Yanhong was so angry that she almost had a stroke and wished she could tear Ye Qingqing's mouth apart.

That little bitch is talking nonsense and ruining her plans!

“I’m not making this up. Xiao Hua is a child of the Ye family. When Ye Zhiguo gets home from get off work, you can ask him yourself!” Shen Yanhong shouted.

The old woman narrowed her triangular eyes, wondering to herself, "This slutty widow is so confident, could that ugly monster really be her grandson?"

Thinking that her eldest son usually treated the ugly girl better than Xiaotong, the old lady's mind began to waver again. Ye Qingqing, who was standing next to her, thought to herself that she was in trouble and had to find a way to dispel the old lady's doubts.

Ye Qingqing quickly came up with an idea and exclaimed, "If Ye Hua is my dad's biological son, he has to have the same blood type as my dad. Xiao Tong and my dad have the same blood type, O, while Ye Hua has the same blood type, B. They are not the same blood type, so how could he be my dad's son?"

In fact, after learning about her background, Ye Qingqing took Xiaotong to the hospital for a blood test. She was indeed blood type O, but Xiaotong was not blood type O as Ye Zhiguo had said. Instead, like Ye Lan and her brother, she was blood type B.

Ye Zhiguo used to say that he was blood type O, just like Xiaotong and her, which means that Ye Zhiguo was lying. He is blood type B, definitely not O.

This man has been weaving a false bubble since childhood. Only he himself knows how much of what he says is true!

However, these lies can now come in handy, severely slapping Yan Hong's face!

The old lady didn't understand OB blood tests; she only knew—

"Blood kinship testing means that if people are related, their blood will definitely be the same!"

Ye Qingqing's lips twitched. The blood test for kinship has long been identified by experts as pseudoscience. Even if the blood types are exactly the same, they may not be compatible, so there is no scientific basis for it.

"Let it drip, I have nothing to hide!" Shen Yanhong retorted, her neck stiff. The only method she knew for verifying kinship was the same as the old lady's: a blood test.

I have absolutely no idea about blood types or paternity tests; I can't help it, my education level is limited.

Seeing that Shen Yanhong was completely open and honest, the old lady began to have doubts again. She didn't seem to be lying!

"Grandma, don't listen to her nonsense. Our teacher said that if you add just one thing, even chicken blood can dissolve into a person. It's absolutely forbidden!"

The old lady was skeptical of Ye Qingqing's words, but Shen Yanhong sneered, "I think you're just feeling guilty!"

"What do I have to be guilty of? I haven't harmed anyone or stolen anything. I'm completely innocent and upright. You should be careful, you've done so many bad things. Stay away from lightning during thunderstorms, or you might get struck by lightning!"

Ye Qingqing retorted, certain that this slut wouldn't dare reveal her background; the slut still wanted that fortune!

Shen Yanhong turned pale with anger and shut her mouth tightly, not daring to argue with Ye Qingqing anymore. If she revealed Ye Hua's background, she was still somewhat confident that she could appease Ye Zhiguo. But if she revealed Ye Qingqing's background, she was afraid that Ye Zhiguo would really kill her!

Ye Qingqing took a bowl of water from the kitchen, then found a small packet of Mingfan (a type of sachet), added some to the water, and gave Shen Yanhong a mocking smile that made Shen Yanhong's skin crawl.

"Grandma, go to the chicken coop and catch the chickens!"

The old lady was quite curious and went off to catch chickens. Ye Qingqing took out a needle, grabbed Ye Hua's hand, and pricked her finger hard, squeezing out a drop of dark red blood, which dripped into the water.

Then, a needle was pricked on the rooster's big red comb, and the blood was squeezed into the bowl. The two drops of blood rolled in the water and slowly merged together, becoming one drop.