When the old lady learned that Shen Yanhong had almost died from eating leftover chicken soup and that there would be an additional cost for emergency treatment, she was heartbroken and could hardly breathe. That much money could buy dozens of chickens.

"From now on, I'll stew fresh ones. That slut is harder to please than the Empress Dowager..."

The old lady cursed and swore for a good ten minutes, still not satisfied. "Zhiguo, go ask the hospital when you can be discharged. Once you're discharged, divorce this slut immediately, and Mom will find you a better one."

Ye Zhiguo gave a vague reply, and the old lady thought he had agreed, which made her feel a little better.

Ye Qingqing watched coldly, secretly sneering. Even if the chicken soup was left overnight, the old lady boiled it at a high temperature, which would kill the bird flu virus. How could it possibly cause food poisoning?

It was obvious that Ye Zhiguo had drugged her, and that bastard was trying to shift the blame onto the old lady who was devoted to her. He's worse than an animal.

Hospital

Ye Lan looked at Shen Yanhong lying lifeless on the hospital bed, her heart filled with turmoil.

Ye Zhiguo was clearly downstairs, but Ye Hua lied to Shen Yanhong, saying he hadn't come. Then Shen Yanhong drank the chicken soup and got into trouble. Ye Zhiguo is clearly a prime suspect.

Ye Lan felt a chill run down her spine, and her mind couldn't help but delve deeper into the matter. Ye Zhiguo must have done more than just being cuckolded to have repeatedly tried to kill Shen Yanhong.

There must be other reasons.

Ye Lan wasn't stupid; she quickly thought of Xu Yali, whom Shen Yanhong had mentioned that night.

Xu Yali died in childbirth, and Ye Lan had always thought that was the reason. But now, after careful analysis, Ye Lan felt cold sweat running down her back, and her heart was pounding as if it was going to jump out of her throat.

"water……"

Shen Yanhong groaned. Ye Lan poured some hot water and fed her a few mouthfuls with a spoon. Shen Yanhong slowly opened her eyes, scanned the ward, and saw only Ye Lan. But she was still worried.

She asked in a barely audible voice, "Where is your father?"

"I went home with Xiaohua."

"Come closer..."

Shen Yanhong's voice was soft, and Ye Lan leaned very close, but Shen Yanhong asked her to get even closer, finally bringing her voice right to her ear.

"Lan'er...you...your father wants to kill me."

Although she had already guessed some of it, Ye Lan was still greatly shocked. She stared at Shen Yanhong in horror, shaking her head repeatedly, "Impossible... How could this be..."

"Your father wants me dead, Lan'er, you have to help your mother."

She didn't quite trust Ye Qingqing; she felt more at ease with her own daughter, but—

Ye Lan shook her head vigorously, "Mom, are you having a nightmare? Why are you talking nonsense? How could Dad possibly... It's impossible."

She had thought it through very clearly: if she could only choose one between Ye Zhiguo and Shen Yanhong, she would definitely choose Ye Zhiguo.

"Really... I'm not lying to you!"

Ye Lan knew, of course, that Shen Yanhong wouldn't lie, but she couldn't afford to make a mistake with this woman, otherwise Ye Zhiguo would turn around and deal with her.

Shen Yanhong felt a chill run through her heart. Ye Lan's reaction was like a knife twisting in her wounds, drawing blood again. She simply closed her eyes, giving up on this cold-hearted daughter.

It seems that Ye Qingqing is more reliable now, but Ye Qingqing hasn't come to the hospital these past few days, so she has to find a way to contact the girl.

Three more days passed, and Ye Qingqing still hadn't gone to the hospital. She was deliberately ignoring Shen Yanhong, waiting for this woman to come to her. Lu Mo had taught her not to be too hasty, just like haggling over prices when buying something—whoever is hasty loses!

Sure enough, Shen Yanhong couldn't hold back any longer. When the old lady brought her food during the day, she brought up Ye Qingqing several times. She was scolded by the old lady. When the old lady brought up the matter again at dinner, Ye Qingqing knew what was going on.