Two days ago, motivated by Xie Ping's money, He Ling did seriously investigate the origins of the crabapple. However, even though he arranged for people to inquire in Fengya Bookstore, there was no clue at all.

Xie Ping looked at He Ling and didn't think she was lying. She sneered inwardly, thinking that she was really useless and couldn't even find out anything about a person.

"Since the investigation can't reveal anything, forget it. I'll arrange for someone else to investigate. Just focus on writing your story."

No matter how unwilling He Ling was, she had no choice but to do so.

She took out the manuscript and handed it to Xie Ping: "Boss Xie, this is the manuscript I revised, take a look."

Xie Ping took it casually and quickly flipped through it with her eyes half closed.

He Ling's heart was lifted as her hands moved.

Soon, Xie Ping had finished reading the manuscript.

Feeling anxious, He Ling shook her head and said, "He Ling, some parts of the writing are still not so good..."

He Ling only heard the beginning and felt a pang of anxiety. Then Xie Ping pointed out a bunch of problems.

She handed the manuscript back to He Ling: "He Ling, take it and revise it."

He Ling took the manuscript stiffly, her expression turning pale and blue, looking very ugly, but she didn't dare to get angry.

She answered in a daze. As soon as she entered the room, she heard a child crying. She suddenly became irritated and the anger that she had suppressed suddenly burst out.

She rushed straight into the kitchen, kicked the table hard, and yelled, "Why are you crying? You're so old, and you're still crying. If you cry again, I'll beat you to death."

As she spoke, there was the sound of something breaking, and the child's crying suddenly stopped, and then rose again with pain.

There were broken tiles on the ground, and around the tiles were traces of water, emitting a strong smell of medicine and emitting hot steam.

The two-year-old boy was lying in a pool of boiling medicine and tiles, with blood flowing from his body.

He Ling was stunned for a moment and took several steps back.

"Yuanbao..." At the other end of the kitchen, He Ling's husband saw this scene and a shrill voice suddenly rang out.

He Ling shook her head desperately: "I didn't mean it. It was him, he kept crying. I was too annoyed and too angry, so... I didn't mean it..."

It turned out that Xiao Yuanbao's health had never been good.

Xiao Yuanbao originally liked He Fulang more than He Ling, and especially when he was sick, he preferred to stick to his father.

But Mr. He needs to boil medicine.

He Ling repeatedly told her not to disturb her, and she has been going out early and coming back late these days.

He Fulang could only take care of the sick little Yuanbao alone.

Today, he brought Xiao Yuanbao to the kitchen to boil medicine.

Because his body was always hot, little Yuanbao felt very uncomfortable and kept crying.

Knowing that Xiao Yuanbao liked to eat sweet cakes, He Ling got up and went to the other side of the kitchen, intending to take a piece of cake to coax him. Unexpectedly, as soon as she got the cake, she heard a loud noise behind her, accompanied by the roar of her wife.

When he turned around and saw the shocking scene, he felt his heart stop.

She immediately ran over, tremblingly picked up Xiao Yuanbao who was lying in a pool of blood and boiling medicine, and rushed out.

Before leaving, she left a word.

"He Ling, if anything happens to Yuanbao, I will fight you to the death!"

He Ling fell to the ground and didn't come back to her senses for a long time. She just kept muttering: "I didn't mean to do it, I didn't mean to do it."