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Dao Wen picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, lifted the empty plate, and scoffed, "It's hard to believe you studied abroad; your mind is still stuck in the Qing Dynasty."
He turned and walked away, while Wu Youyou gripped the fork in her hand, nearly bending it with rage.
Tian Ling watched Wu Youyou struggle with her anger as she swallowed the last bite of her Custard Bun, nervously saying, "Wu Youyou, don't be impulsive."
Fan Qinghua hastened her eating, muttering under her breath, "Why does Dao Wen only eat so little? I need to hurry up!"
Meanwhile, in Mo Kai Liang's apartment, he prepared a meal and set it on the table for Lan Qingqing and Zhang Huizhi. After taking a couple of bites himself, he went to the kitchen to pack a separate portion. He still needed to head upstairs to Lan Qingqing's place to feed He Shui Xian.
Carrying the meal box upstairs, Mo Kai Liang entered He Shui Xian's room. A strange odor filled the air, one he couldn't quite describe.
He glanced at He Shui Xian lying on the small bed, eyes closed in sleep. Her hair was damp, and there were noticeable bruises and scabs on her forehead.
Mo Kai Liang felt a surge of anxiety for a moment as he looked at her injuries. He recalled Lan Qingqing's heavy expression when she had entered the room earlier and guessed that she must have acted impulsively and hurt He Shui Xian.
He didn’t want to say much; he understood Lan Qingqing's emotions and stood by her side.
Opening the meal box while organizing it, he said, "I'll feed you first, then I'll go downstairs to get some ointment for the swelling and apply it for you."
Holding the bowl of rice and a spoon, he turned and sat on the edge of the bed, raising his voice slightly. "Auntie, wake up; it's time to eat."
But He Shui Xian did not wake up; this was unusual.
Mo Kai Liang felt something was off. He reached out and gently pushed her arm, but she remained completely still as if frozen.
A sense of unease crept over him as he set the bowl aside and placed his hand near He Shui Xian's nose. To his horror, there was no breath.
Startled, Mo Kai Liang stumbled back, colliding with the wooden table behind him. The bowl fell to the ground, spilling rice everywhere.
This was his first encounter with death; he stared in terror at He Shui Xian on the bed, who showed no signs of life. Her face appeared eerily serene—too peaceful for someone who had just passed away.
In a panic, Mo Kai Liang fumbled for his phone with trembling hands and found Lan Qingqing's number. He quickly dialed it; on the other end came her annoyed voice asking what was wrong.
He stammered out, "Y-y-your mom... she's dead."
A few hours later, Lan Qingqing appeared in the small bedroom.
Lan Qingqing and Mo Kai Liang stood by the bed, once again checking He Shui Xian's breathing. It was clear that she was dead.
Fear gripped Lan Qingqing, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She couldn't help but think that she had caused He Shui Xian's death. Just half an hour ago, she had beaten He Shui Xian mercilessly, leaving her unconscious. But at that time, she had checked for breathing—He Shui Xian had still been alive! How could she be dead after just half an hour?
Lan Qingqing stood frozen in place, unable to utter a word.
Mo Kai Liang quietly confirmed, "Did you just hit her?"
Lan Qingqing suddenly snapped at him, "I didn't!"
Mo Kai Liang fell silent, but the bruises on He Shui Xian's face spoke volumes.
At that moment, Zhang Huizhi walked into the room.
Seeing Zhang Huizhi appear made Lan Qingqing instinctively tense up. In her rush to enter, she had forgotten to close the door!
Zhang Huizhi took in the scene and then looked at He Shui Xian on the small bed. She tentatively asked, "Is she dead? Why is there blood on her head? Did you kill her?"
Lan Qingqing was in a state of extreme anxiety and collapse, teetering on the edge between murder and crime. She knew full well that He Shui Xian's death was closely tied to her actions.
Terrified of being exposed, Lan Qingqing could only deny everything in a fierce manner. She shouted at Zhang Huizhi, "No! Don't say such things!"
Zhang Huizhi was startled by Lan Qingqing's outburst. Experience had taught her that the elderly were often vulnerable; she had seen many strange deaths in her rural past. Long illnesses often led to ungrateful children watching over their dying parents, and there were always inexplicable deaths among the elderly in bed.
Zhang Huizhi saw through it all; the injury on He Shui Xian's head was clearly the cause of death!
Her gaze shifted back to Lan Qingqing, a cunning glint in her eyes. "Aren't you going to do anything? Maybe we should call the police; after all, this is a human life!"
Zhang Huizhi deliberately provoked Lan Qingqing, relishing the chance to retaliate for earlier confrontations.
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