Xiu Jiao’s actions were all witnessed by Zhao Jingrong.
Xiu Jiao couldn’t tolerate Zhao Jingrong talking about her like this. She picked up a vase and smashed it against Zhao Jingrong, shouting, "Shut up! You vile woman!"
The room became a chaotic mess.
Xiu Jiao, heartbroken, held the lifeless Mo Zhiyuan lying on the sofa and cried uncontrollably, "Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan! Poor grandson of mine! How could that venomous woman harm you to death like this!"
Ni Yang crouched down, "Sister-in-law, don’t be so upset. Zhiyuan isn’t dead."
"What?" Xiu Jiao looked at Ni Yang in disbelief.
Ni Yang nodded, "Yes, Zhiyuan isn’t dead. Hand him over to me."
Xiu Jiao handed Mo Zhiyuan over to Ni Yang.
Ni Yang took Mo Zhiyuan, placed him on her knee, and gently patted his back.
"Ugh!"
Mo Zhiyuan vomited out a black pill, and his complexion gradually turned rosy.
Mo Rongping, Mo Baichuan, and Xiu Jiao all watched this scene in utter astonishment.
The next second, Mo Zhiyuan burst into loud cries.
He wasn’t dead!
Mo Zhiyuan truly wasn’t dead.
"Zhiyuan! Zhiyuan!" Xiu Jiao, overwhelmed with emotion, hugged Mo Zhiyuan tightly.
Old Master Mo patted Old Madam Mo, "Wake up, old woman, wake up! Zhiyuan’s fine! Zhiyuan’s fine!"
Mo Rongping looked at Ni Yang, "Yangyang, what’s going on?"
Ni Yang explained, "Although I hadn’t expected Zhao Jingrong to actually harm Zhiyuan, I still made preparations. To guard against unexpected accidents, I fed him a special pill developed by my master. This pill induces a state that mimics death after it’s swallowed."
Ni Yang cared so much for the little guy, Mo Zhiyuan—how could she ever let him come to harm?
"Yangyang!" Xiu Jiao, overcome with gratitude, hugged Ni Yang. "Thank you so much! Thank you!"
At that moment, sirens blared downstairs.
The police entered in single file and took Zhao Jingrong away. Although Mo Zhiyuan wasn’t dead, the charge of attempted murder was still severe.
With all evidence and witnesses present, in the interrogation room, Zhao Jingrong confessed to her crimes without hesitation.
Even at this moment, she felt no regret.
If time could be rewound, she would still make the same choice. Only this time, she would make sure to deal with the surveillance camera first.
If not for that camera, it would’ve been Ni Yang sitting in the interrogation room now.
She regretted one thing.
She regretted not checking carefully enough at the time. If she had, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.
Her impatience had cost her dearly—not only had she failed to drive Ni Yang out of the Mo Family, but she also ended up implicating herself.
Zhao Jingrong clutched the chair beneath her tightly, her knuckles whitening.
The Zhao Family.
When Zhao Jingrong’s parents heard the news, they fainted from rage on the spot. They didn’t even have the courage to visit Mo Zhiyuan.
They hadn’t raised their daughter well—how could they possibly face the Mo Family?
Luckily, Mo Zhiyuan was fine.
Otherwise, their consciences would never find peace for the rest of their lives.
The next day, Zhao’s mother went to a temple.
She prayed for the child who had been sent away.

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