Mu Yu said this with excitement gleaming from the slits of her eyes. At that moment, she felt like she was the master, and the two of them were just fish on the chopping board, completely at her mercy.
The mere thought made her uncontrollably excited and caused her to tremble.
"Oh, I see, I think it’s quite good, but how can you be sure we won’t fight back?"
Bai Zhi was a bit curious about Mu Yu’s confidence in their powerlessness.
"You’ve taken the drug, haven’t you? What do we have to fear?" Mu Yu spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Her mom said, even pigs would fall under the power of those drugs, let alone those two slight figures.
"Where did you put the drug?" Bai Xin quickly asked, realizing that Old Mrs. Mu was a real piece of work for drugging them. She and Xingxing hadn’t ingested it, had they?
"It was in that plate of Braised Pork Belly."
Old Mrs. Mu no longer hid the truth. After all, this was happening in her own home—how would outsiders find out? Besides, she had used a syringe, which wouldn’t be detected.
Bai Xin suddenly understood. She recalled how at that time, Xingxing kept saying how she didn’t like the fatty meat or its color, refusing to eat it and preventing her from doing so too.
Mu Yi’s complexion was off at the time, yet he finished it all by himself. "How much of the drug did you use?"
It wouldn’t be enough to kill him, would it?
"Not much, just about a bottle’s worth."
Old Mrs. Mu snorted coldly, not intending to go easy on these two women.
"Oh, then your son is done for," Bai Xin said calmly.
The stick fell from Old Mrs. Mu’s hand, her lips quivering slightly.
"What do you mean by that?"
She was afraid to consider the implications of Bai Xin’s words—the idea that it was her son who was finished.
"Just that, we didn’t eat a single bite of that meat; your son ate it all."
Old Mrs. Mu went completely berserk.
"Impossible, I told him not to eat it; I said it was for you."
Hadn’t she instructed him not to eat, as it was their compensation?
"We didn’t eat it, he didn’t want to waste it."
Old Mrs. Mu couldn’t hear another word and rushed outside, calling as she ran.
"My son, oh my son..."
Bai Xin almost laughed as she looked at Bai Zhi.
"Xingxing, how did you know something was up?"
Back then, Xingxing had told her not to eat it.
"I didn’t know," how could she possibly recognize the ingredients of a sleeping pill by taste, "I just thought it tasted odd."
"It’s like a weasel paying a visit to a chicken for New Year’s—never a good intention. Unwarranted generosity can only mean treachery or theft. So, could we eat something she gave us? Of course not.
Auntie, you should hurry and save Uncle, and since you won’t be able to carry him, don’t forget to call for help, call a lot of people."
Bai Zhi said this with apparent concern, grasping Bai Xin’s hand as she spoke.
Bai Xin instantly grasped the meaning behind Xingxing’s words and dashed out, frantically knocking on the neighboring door.
"Uncle Wang, save us!"
When everyone came out, they saw Bai Xin disheveled.
"Bai Xin, what happened to you?"
Tears streamed down Bai Xin’s face as she started to speak through her pain.
"Yesterday, I had a disagreement with my mother-in-law. Today, she offered us a plate of Braised Pork Belly as an apology. It was too greasy early in the morning, and I couldn’t eat it. Mu Yi ate it all. Then she came at me with her stick, saying I couldn’t possibly fight back. That’s when I knew she had laced it with a whole bottle of sleeping pills.
Uncle Li, Uncle Wang, please, we need to save Mu Yi."
Everyone inhaled sharply upon hearing this.
Some people even ran to look, finding Mu Yu still holding a rope. And with that wooden stick on the ground, what more was there to understand?