The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Song Qingyun and his wife, Qiao Hui, were in the hospital room.

As the eldest son and daughter-in-law, it's only natural for them to personally take care of the Old Sir.

Over the years, the couple has gotten used to the Old Sir's temperament. They understand him well. Despite his tough exterior and seemingly strict demands, he genuinely protects them.

Anyone who dares to bully the Song family will be dealt with by the Old Sir.

"Old Song, didn't I hear that you, this old rascal, had a stroke? With a crooked mouth and eyes. But when I come here to see you, you're perfectly fine. Are you pulling another empty fort strategy? What are you up to, making us old buddies rush to the hospital? Do you think the smell in this hospital room is good? I can't stand the smell of disinfectant."

Old Kang cheerfully accepted the tea passed by Song Qingyun.

"Uncle Kang, my dad actually did have a stroke a few days ago, and just as you said, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted."

Song Qingyun didn't hide it. This was a big deal. The stroke was minor, but the Old Sir being poisoned was a major issue!

The officials above have issued orders for the police and all aspects to cooperate and solve this case, ensuring the Old Sir's future safety.

Who knows who else is lurking in the shadows watching the Old Sir!

Moreover, the doctor mentioned that the acupuncturist was poisoned in the same way as the Old Sir, meaning the acupuncturist was either unaware or silenced.

The acupuncturist wasn't as fortunate as the Old Sir and has long since passed away.

Anyway, the person is already dead.

A dead person is like a lamp extinguished; all clues are lost here.

The acupuncturist's home was also investigated, and the family said that someone had sent several boxes of the finest silver needles to the acupuncturist. The doctor cherished them every day.

He only brought them out when treating the Old Sir because of the Old Sir's status. Such top-quality silver needles aren't easily found.

It is said that they are finely crafted and of excellent quality, made with old traditional techniques, unlike the silver needles made today.

The person who delivered them claimed it was a craft passed down from craftsmen in the old palace, something only imperial doctors could use.

With these two factors combined, they can guess that this was a precise attack.

Which acupuncture doctor doesn't love their tools dearly?

Holding top-quality silver needles, naturally, one wouldn't use them casually.

But when the Old Sir had a stroke and he was called over, considering the Old Sir's status, the acupuncturist would naturally feel compelled to use the best for the Old Sir's treatment.

These things had long been poisoned.

Their guess was completely correct.

The police have already taken back the remaining sets of silver needles from the acupuncturist's home, and tests confirmed that these exquisitely crafted silver needles were indeed poisoned.

The perpetrators were well-prepared; if you don't use one set, you'll have to use another.

But this was a really vicious thought, not fearing the silver needles could be used on others, potentially causing multiple deaths.

What kind of grudge could drive someone to such lengths?

Old Kang listened carefully and took a closer look at Old Song.

"Don't kid me. Look at him, rosy cheeks, steady breath. How does he look like someone who's had a stroke? Who has a crooked mouth and eyes in this manner?"

Before Song Qingyun could speak, Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting had already entered.

Song Moting recognized Old Kang.

"Old Master Kang, you've come to see Grandpa!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was holding two bottles.

Old Sir Song, at a glance, had a dark look in his eyes. Darn it, this Old Kang has good timing.

"Xiaoxiao, quickly put those things in the cabinet for Grandpa. Grandpa isn't in a hurry to use them right now. By the way, when are you going to report to school?"

Song Qingyun's mouth curled into a smile.

How clumsy was the Old Sir at changing the subject!

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the peach wine, then at Old Sir's anxious face, and understood. Her own grandpa was so stingy, definitely afraid someone would discover his peach wine and snatch it from him.

While placing them in the bedside cabinet, she responded.

"Grandpa, there's still a week until the New Year. School only starts after the New Year. We can't start until after the fifteenth. You'd better get your health back quickly and be discharged soon so our family can have a reunion for the New Year."

Old Kang suspiciously stopped Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Girl, who are you? Why do you call Old Song your grandpa? I've met his granddaughter."

"Old Master Kang, this is my new wife, Jiang Xiaoxiao. You probably haven't met her."

Song Moting stepped up to protect his wife, covering for Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Oh! Moting, when did you get married? How come Grandpa didn't know? Old Song, you're not playing fair. Your grandson got married, and you didn't invite old comrades to drink? No one in our circle knew, and you quietly brought a granddaughter-in-law home.

Come on, tell me what happened. Otherwise, I'll call our old pals over."

Old Sir Song watched the peach wine being securely placed in the cabinet before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shoo, shoo! What does it have to do with you if I take a granddaughter-in-law? Why should I invite you for a drink? For a free drink, you even say that. And it's not like you don't know how strict your wife is with you. Still thinking of bumbling drinks from me, I don't want your tigress stomping over here."

Old Kang was in poor health and had all kinds of ailments, and his wife was strict.

"Your wife is the tigress. How can my wife be a tigress? She's doing it for my own good. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tell you, let's step outside and settle this."

Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed heartily; the two old men bickering was quite amusing.

"Alright, alright, I yield. Your wife is the best! It's all for your own good."

"Hey, wait a minute, girl, you look familiar. Whose child are you? I must have seen you. Or maybe I've seen your parents."

Jiang Xiaoxiao paused, familiar?

Could she actually resemble the Fang family members?

"My surname is Jiang. My parents are just ordinary workers; you probably haven't met them, sir."

Old Kang looked bewildered and waved his hand, "That can't be right. Your eyes and brows seem familiar to me. Your name is familiar too. I've heard it somewhere. It doesn't seem like I've met your parents. The surname Jiang?! Doesn't seem like it, maybe I'm mistaken."

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled gently.

"Your eyesight must be mistaken. I'm telling you, my granddaughter-in-law's parents are honest folks, simple working-class people. Stop trying to connect it to your circles; definitely not someone from our circle. Do you think I am like you, needing to check someone's background to take a granddaughter-in-law?"

"Don't pretend with me. Don't you think I don't know? Your granddaughter-in-law just put two bottles of something in your cabinet. Must be good stuff. Bring it out for me to taste. Half for meeting."

Old Kang was furious, reaching out to open the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of wine.

Old Sir Song was having none of it. "Old Kang, this isn't right. These are things my granddaughter and grandson have honored me with, and you just come and grab them. You're being disrespectful to the elderly. Put my stuff back right now, or I'll have you thrown out immediately."

Dare to snatch his wine; this would be a death sentence!