Fearing exposure, Zhou Fusheng could only awkwardly explain, "I've just had enough of her making fun of my grandmother's body!"
Zhou Fusheng's voice weakened slightly, his eyes fixed on the old woman's face, as if afraid that she might actually be saved.
Just then, Yang Shuhuan, who had gone out to wash her face, came in.
"What happened?"
Yang Shuhuan repeatedly wiped her face with a handkerchief. If she didn't have to witness Ning Yin's misfortune, she would have liked to take a good bath right now.
What a rotten and disgusting thing!
Zhou Fusheng leaned close to her ear and whispered his reply.
"Don't worry, Miss, it's nothing serious. It's just a temporary lull in the energy."
Zhou Fusheng comforted himself and Yang Shuhuan with these words, but in his heart, he was already beginning to feel uneasy.
Because everyone's eyes were fixed on the deceased, watching as the bowl of medicine was almost finished being fed.
The old woman's complexion did indeed become rosier, and her lips changed from bluish-purple to light red.
After swallowing the medicine, Ningyin had Suxin turn the person over.
Soon, the old woman reacted, groaning and vomiting profusely.
The onlookers held their breath, not daring to miss a single moment.
But Yang Shuhuan felt like her heart was in her throat, wondering why her last bout of lucidity had caused her to vomit for so long.
She clearly gave Zhou Fusheng a large bag of poison and repeatedly told him to take it on time.
Now that the old woman is still alive, her plan has fallen through.
Her face grew increasingly ferocious, clutching the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her heart trembling with hatred.
The old woman vomited for a while, then quickly sat up straight on her own.
When she saw Ning Yin in front of her, she raised her eyelids slightly, then looked at Zhou Fusheng beside her.
His wrinkled face showed disbelief, heartache, and anger.
This morning, she fell to the ground, still conscious.
How could she not know that her beloved grandson had actually kicked her a few times?
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Fusheng carried her onto a carriage, and she heard him scold her for being an old hag and so heavy.
He treated her like a precious grandson, yet she was so cruel, wanting to kill him.
She still finds it hard to accept.
“Zhou Fusheng, Heaven is watching what people do. You murdered the grandmother who raised you. Do you think Heaven will forgive you?”
Upon hearing the old woman's words, Zhou Fusheng, who was standing to the side, turned ashen-faced with fright.
"You old hag, don't make false accusations! I kindly brought you here for treatment, and you..."
Zhou Fusheng had lost his mind. He took a few steps closer, grabbed the old woman by the collar, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.
"Zhou Fusheng, with so many people watching, do you intend to commit violence in public?"
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