This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

Shanxie Village.

Despite feeling unwell, Li Yuemei cooked dinner for everyone.

When no one was looking, she put the things she had swindled from the peddler's stall that day into the soup without the slightest hesitation.

She recognized it because she had bought a pack before, intending to give it to Ye Xiaoxiao.

"Is the food ready yet? I'm starving! You're taking forever to cook, what can you even cook?"

Old Qian shouted at the dining table in the courtyard, his face full of impatience.

Zhao Chunhua walked into the kitchen, glanced at Li Yuemei with disdain, and then took out the cooked food.

Looking out the window at the two people in the courtyard who were starting to eat with chopsticks, Li Yuemei's eyes suddenly flashed with a vicious light.

She turned and walked to the stove, picked up a pot of thick soup, and went out into the yard. She lowered her eyes, her expression filled with suppressed hatred.

"Why are you dawdling? Were you secretly eating in the kitchen?"

Zhao Chunhua raised her sharp and sarcastic face from the dining table and questioned Li Yuemei.

Li Yuemei watched silently as the two ladled soup onto the rice.

"What are you still standing here for? My son needs to eat too! Hurry up and pack his food and take it inside. Don't just stand here like a block of wood, it's annoying!"

After finishing his rant, Qian Laoshui picked up the bowl with heavy breaths and finished the bowl of soup and rice in the blink of an eye.

Li Yuemei filled Qian Yitong's portion and turned to walk into the house.

A strange yet satisfying smile flashed across his ferocious face.

Sure enough, not long after, Qian Laoshui and Zhao Chunhua both felt unwell.

Their stomachs were churning with intense pain, and the next second, the two of them vomited up everything they had eaten.

"That bitch! She must have poisoned it!"

"I want to strangle her!"

Veins bulged on Qian Laoshui's face, as if he were enduring immense pain.

Hearing the commotion, Li Yuemei came out and stood under the eaves, her eyes filled with knowing hatred, and a smug smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

"It's you!" Zhao Chunhua's eyes gleamed like a viper's forked tongue as she stared fiercely at Li Yuemei, her expression filled with disbelief. "Li Yuemei, how dare you?!"

After saying that, she wanted to rush up and teach Li Yuemei a lesson, but before she could get up, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground. She was still muttering something, but she couldn't say a word. All she could spit out was blood.

Old Qian was in no better shape. He had drunk even more soup, and by this time he had collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, and was lifeless.

Li Yuemei coldly watched the two people who had completely lost their vitality, walked up to them, and kicked them several times.

After doing all this, she walked step by step into the room, her eyes fixed on Zhao Yitong.

Aren't you going to eat?

Looking at the man who was almost going crazy, Zhao Yitong naturally knew what had happened outside. He was stunned on the bed for a moment, not knowing how to react.

"Cousin, you..."

"I poisoned them all! They're dead!! Hahahaha—"

A fierce glint flashed across Li Yuemei's face, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Why?" Qian Yitong knew the answer in his heart, but he didn't know what to say at the moment, so he had to ask it out loud.

“My dear cousin, you still ask me why? Hehehe—do you know where your damned father took me today? What I went through? One after another…”

At this point, Li Yuemei suddenly stopped, her eyes turning red, and she looked bloodthirsty and cruel.

She suddenly picked up the soup bowl in front of Qian Yitong, grabbed his chin, and poured the soup into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough—cough cough cough—cousin, I'll drink it myself."

Zhao Yitong knew the soup was poisoned, but he still drank it all down without batting an eye.

A moment later, blood trickled from the corner of Zhao Yitong's mouth. He endured the pain in his abdomen and forced a smile as he comforted Li Yuemei:

"Cousin, I might look a little ugly, but don't be afraid. Run away quickly, no one can hurt you..."

Zhao Yitong's words, "Don't be afraid," seemed to touch the softest spot in Li Yuemei's heart, and tears streamed down her face.

This was the first time in her life that someone had ever said those three words to her. And that person was her cousin, whom she had never liked.

With her shoulders drooping and her hands hanging limply at her sides, she dragged her stiff, heavy, and stumbling steps into the courtyard.

He walked to the table and began to sip the soup, spoonful after spoonful, as if it were a delicious delicacy.