It is said that he beat someone to death in a fit of rage because of that woman, Su Qingzhi.
In this way, Shen Zhiyu will inevitably be implicated and will definitely go to jail.
And what about Su Qingzhi?
She lost her son and her reputation is ruined. Let's see how she can hold her head up in the troupe from now on.
Liu Yuelan's eyes lit up after hearing Fang Youming's plan.
She thought Fang Youming was really smart, he even managed to get his hands on this kind of medicine.
She couldn't help but ask.
"Youming, where did this medicine come from?"
Fang Youming sat on the edge of the bed, holding an old pipe in his hand, and replied casually without looking up.
"Just use it, don't ask so many questions."
Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Liu Yuelan did not press him further.
She didn't want to ruin their relationship over something like this.
She rewrapped the medicine, put it back in the drawer, and covered it with an old cloth.
The next two days were calm and peaceful.
However, the rumors about Su Qingzhi in the family compound became increasingly bizarre.
Some people say that Su Qingzhi was wandering around the yard with a knife in the middle of the night.
Some say she set fire to her own kitchen to cover up that she stole public property.
Even worse, some fabricated a ridiculous claim that she used talismans to curse Liu Yuelan's family to a terrible death.
The more bizarre it is, the more people believe it; the less people witness it firsthand, the more vividly it is circulated.
Everyone in Guanshigou has heard about it.
Even now, when the elderly people there sit under the wall basking in the sun, they shake their heads and say...
"Have you heard? That girl surnamed Qiao in the family compound, she seems to have really gone mad."
Zhu Xiuqin was squatting in front of the stove, tending the fire.
Hearing her neighbor whisper a few words, her hand trembled, and the ashes flew up, choking her and causing her to cough repeatedly.
But she couldn't cough. She only felt a cold air rush from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Her legs felt like they had been pulled out of their sockets, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.
She had never seen what Liu Yuelan was like when she got ruthless, but she knew how terrifying Su Qingzhi could be when she went crazy.
A few years ago, after Su Qingzhi was jilted, she once stormed into the Liu family compound, grabbed a broom, and smashed the mirror in Liu Yuelan's room to pieces.
She was eventually taken away by the police.
After that incident, Zhu Xiuqin never dared to underestimate this woman again.
She knew that Su Qingzhi appeared docile, but deep down she possessed a ruthless streak that no one could suppress.
When pushed to the brink, they're capable of anything.
If this matter continues to escalate, she fears that Su Qingzhi might one day come storming into her door with a knife.
What made her even more uneasy was that Liu Chunhe had come by once in the past two days.
That afternoon, the sky was overcast, and it looked like it was about to rain.
Liu Chunhe walked into the courtyard, stood under the eaves, and stared at her without saying a word.
Zhu Xiuqin was feeding Li Hong rice cereal when she saw him coming. Her hand trembled, and the spoon fell into the bowl, splashing soup all over her.
She dared not ask, yet she couldn't help but want to know their purpose.
"You're a mother too."
Liu Chunhe sat down, her voice very low.
"Tell me, if your son were called a bastard, how would you feel?"
“If this matter isn’t suppressed quickly, and the storm blows bigger and bigger, how will your son live? People will look at him like he’s some kind of filthy thing.”
"Do you know that last month when the factory was repairing pipes, Old Zhang's son accidentally fell into a ditch and broke his leg? After investigating and investigating, no one knew who had loosened the screws. But everyone knew the truth. Some people never touch you with their own hands, but they can make accidents happen to you again and again."
Zhu Xiuqin recalled how Liu Yuelan had treated her two younger brothers in the past, and could roughly guess Liu Chunhe's current thoughts.
But she couldn't help asking a question.
"But that's your own sister, why are you doing this?"
Liu Chunhe sneered.
“Sister Su Qingzhi has a bottom line, but Liu Yuelan does not.”
After saying that, he gave Li Hong a meaningful look.
That gaze wasn't fierce, but it sent a shiver down Zhu Xiuqin's spine.
She looked down, following Liu Chunhe's gaze.
Li Hong was lying by the mound of earth, playing with the mud. He grabbed a clump of wet mud and tried to put it in his mouth, but she slapped it away.
He burst into tears, his face covered in a mixture of snot and tears, looking filthy.
"Think about it."
Liu Chunhe spoke slowly.
"What if Liu Yuelan takes Li Hong out to play one day, and he accidentally falls and dies? What can you do then?"
He emphasized the word "accidentally," and the meaning was self-evident.
Zhu Xiuqin froze, her fingers digging tightly into her palms.
She dared not think further, but the images kept uncontrollably appearing in her mind.
Li Hong rolled down the hillside, hitting his head on a rock, and blood gushed out.
Liu Yuelan stood to the side, looking panicked, and kept saying, "I really didn't mean to."
Afterwards, no one could prove that she had tampered with it.
She could even feign deep grief to win the sympathy of the entire hospital.
Zhu Xiuqin looked down and saw her son crawling on the ground, his face covered in dust and drool dripping onto his collar.
That innocent face now filled her with fear.
This was her lifeline, her only hope for living in this world.
If even he is gone, what is the point of her living?
Her heart tightened; she knew Liu Chunhe was telling the truth.
It's not just possible, it's certain.
As long as Li Hong continues to be favored and Su Qingzhi continues to be slandered, this kind of thing will happen sooner or later.
She couldn't wait any longer; she couldn't gamble her son's life on a "what if."
She looked up, her voice trembling.
"Then tell me, what should I do?"
"Strike first, strike hard."
When Liu Chunhe said this, she didn't even look at Zhu Xiuqin, but instead looked towards the distant hillside, as if waiting for a storm that was destined to come.
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