She abandoned her husband first, then her children, and was ecstatic after the divorce.

Fu Xiuheng was in a bad mood and had no interest in dealing with Lin Yuyan, so he subtly shook off her hand.

"Don't overthink it. I'm just wondering who she really is." Lin Yuyan bit her lip and said, "Brother Xiuheng, you can't still forget Lin Qingran, can you? She's been dead for two years, why can't you let her go?"

"Don't mention her again." Fu Xiuheng frowned. "She only disgusts me."

After saying that, Fu Xiuheng turned and went to the kitchen.

Lin Yuyan bit her lip, looking annoyed.

Although Fu Xiuheng said that, she could clearly feel how much he cared about Lin Qingran.

Could it be that they really developed feelings for each other during their five years of marriage?

Lin Yuyan felt a sudden sense of unease and took a step to catch up.

Upon entering the kitchen, I discovered that Zhou Lan was also there.

During the meal, Zhou Lan watched Lin Qingran's composed demeanor, and her doubts grew like vines in her heart.

She simply couldn't be sure whether the woman who looked almost exactly like her daughter was Lin Qingran.

Previous attempts to probe her had all been like stones sinking into the sea, failing to elicit even the slightest ripple that would give her a definitive answer.

Zhou Lan frowned deeply, her gaze slowly falling on the bowl of soup on the stove that had not yet been served to Lin Qingran.

A bold and adventurous plan quickly took shape in her mind.

She turned slightly to the side and beckoned Zhang Ma to come over.

Looking bewildered, Zhang Ma quickly walked to Zhou Lan's side, bowed slightly, and waited for Zhou Lan's instructions.

Zhou Lan lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of determination.

"Add some peanut powder to Miss Jiang's soup."

Zhang Ma's eyes widened instantly, her face filled with astonishment.

"No."

Before Zhang Ma could speak, Fu Xiuheng spoke first.

Instantly, Zhou Lan and Lin Yuyan's gazes both fell on Fu Xiuheng.

They all knew that Lin Qingran was allergic to peanuts.

The two men immediately turned cold and stared intently at Fu Xiuheng.

Fu Xiuheng's lips moved, but he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say "Qingran is allergic to peanuts".

Seeing this, Lin Yuyan quickly went up and took Fu Xiuheng's arm.

"Brother Xiuheng, don't worry."

Lin Yuyan's voice was gentle, but her words were as wicked as a venomous snake.

"This is just to determine whether Jiang Jiuge is Lin Qingran, in order to prevent future troubles. After all, if Jiang Jiuge is Lin Qingran, then where did the child go when Lin Qingran died in childbirth but came back to life?"

Fu Xiuheng's heart stirred, and he finally agreed.

Under the watchful eyes of Fu Xiuheng, Zhou Lan, and Lin Yuyan, Zhang Ma was filled with conflicting emotions.

She knew that Lin Qingran was allergic to peanuts, so this action was really risky, but under Zhou Lan's stern gaze and Lin Yuyan's persuasion, she had no choice but to obey.

Aunt Zhang gritted her teeth and took out a small packet of peanut powder from the cupboard with trembling hands.

She carefully poured the peanut powder into the soup she had prepared for Lin Qingran, and then gently stirred it until well mixed.

At this moment, Lin Qingran in the restaurant was completely unaware of the impending danger.

She remained seated gracefully, maintaining a perfect distance from those around her, her expression serene and calm.

Aunt Zhang carried the bowl of soup with peanut powder and slowly walked towards the dining room.

Her steps were heavy, and she kept praying in her heart that Lin Qingran would not drink the soup.

Zhou Lan and Lin Yuyan waited nervously, their eyes filled with anticipation and unease.

Although Fu Xiuheng nodded in agreement to the plan, he was filled with inner conflict.

He wanted to know if Jiang Jiuge was really Lin Qingran, but he was also worried that if she really was Lin Qingran, she would be harmed because of her allergies.

His eyes were fixed on the bowl of soup, his heart filled with anxiety.

Zhang Ma placed the soup in front of Lin Qingran, who nodded slightly in thanks.

Looking at the bowl of soup, she suddenly felt a strange unease.

Her intuition told her that something seemed off about the soup.

Lin Qingran gently put down her spoon and smiled as she spoke to Zhang Ma.

"This soup looks delicious, but I've been having some stomach problems lately, so it's not good for me to drink anything too oily."

Zhou Lan's heart tightened, but she quickly concealed her emotions and said with a smile.

"Miss Jiang, this soup is very light and won't have any effect on your stomach. Please have a sip."

Just as Lin Qingran was about to refuse again, her gaze inadvertently swept over Zhou Lan's expectant yet suspicious eyes, and a thought struck her.

She knew that if she refused to drink the soup, their probing would only intensify, and their doubts would never be dispelled.

Lin Qingran turned her head slightly and gave Bo Ye a look.

Bo Ye instantly understood her meaning. Although his eyes were filled with worry, he also knew that they had no other choice at this moment.

Lin Qingran took a deep breath, slowly reached out, and picked up the spoon.

"Then thank you for your kindness, Madam."

Her movements were graceful and composed, but only she knew how nervous she was inside.

Lin Qingran gently scooped up a spoonful of soup, and its rich aroma wafted over.

She calmly put the spoonful of soup into her mouth, her movements elegant, every gesture revealing her upbringing and refinement.

Everyone around her watched her nervously, not daring to breathe.

"Auntie's cooking skills are indeed excellent," Lin Qingran praised. "The dishes at Madam's house are all very delicious and leave a lasting impression."

Her expression was calm and composed, and she praised the soup highly, giving Zhou Lan plenty of face.

Zhou Lan could only smile awkwardly, her gaze sweeping over Lin Yuyan and Fu Xiuheng.

The three exchanged glances, their doubts deepening.

Lin Qingran has a severe allergy to peanuts. She accidentally ate some when she first returned to the Lin family home, and almost suffocated due to laryngeal edema, so she was hospitalized.

But the person in front of him did not react at all.

Lin Qingran smiled faintly, "Thank you for your hospitality, Madam. It's getting late, and I need to go prepare the things for the young master's lessons."

Lin Qingran stood up, nodded to them, and left the restaurant with a calm expression.

With everyone harboring their own secrets, no one noticed that Lin Qingran slipped into the bathroom as soon as she left the room.

Lin Qingran suffered a lot when she was wandering around. When she was taken in by Jiang Yuanbai, she was sickly and thin like a kitten.

Fortunately, her teacher's wife patiently helped her recuperate, and she recovered considerably.

However, the damage to her body was irreversible. Because she was too weak, Lin Qingran could no longer enjoy many normal foods.

Not just peanuts, but many other foods cause her to be allergic.

However, during her many years in the Lin family, no one paid attention to her health.

Her throat gradually swelled, and her breathing became labored. Lin Qingran gasped for breath, frantically rummaging through her pockets—

Fortunately, she always had the habit of carrying medicine with her!

When she arrived, she realized it was the road to the Lin family's house. Lin Qingran knew that they were capable of anything to test her, so before getting out of the car, she secretly put the allergy medication in her pocket.

She quickly took the medicine, and after a short while, her skin, which had turned red due to the allergy, gradually returned to its normal color, and the swelling in her throat also disappeared.

Lin Qingran breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when the door opened first—