RYEY -Chapter 538 A Conspiracy

“Take me back to the farm first. I need to tell Aunt Cuihua and Ye Jing.”

Qin Guoqing turned the car around and drove straight to the farm. By chance, Cuihua and Ye Jing were feeding Wang Zai at the gate. Seeing Cheng Qiao’s expression, they knew she was heading out on another long trip.

“Aunt Cuihua, I need to go check on my father. I’ll leave things here to you.”

“Go, go. With me here, don’t worry about the farm.”

“Thank you, Aunt. Ye Jing, Mom has to travel overnight to your grandpa’s place. Stay here and behave yourself. Go to school on your own tomorrow. If anything happens, you can look for Aunt Lele or Grandma Cuihua.”

“Mom, why don’t I go with you?”

“No. The wind and sand there are especially harsh—I’m worried you won’t be able to handle it.”

“Mom, I’m fifteen already and in high school. It’s fine.”

“Be good. The clinic still needs you. You’re facing new challenges now—study well with Grandpa Shen and Grandpa Zhu. They always have skills you’d never imagine.”

Ye Jing nodded. Over the past decade or so, he had been like a huge sponge, absorbing almost everything Ye Jun knew. He then studied under Shen Sanleng and Zhu Qingde as well, striving to climb to even higher peaks.

Cheng Qiao quickly packed a large suitcase, got into the car, and left. Watching the car speed away, Ye Jing suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

“Grandma Cuihua, I’m really scared.”

“What are you scared of?”

“I don’t know. I just feel really scared.”

“Don’t be afraid. Your mom is the most formidable person in this world.”

Ye Jing nodded. Indeed, his mother might not be the most formidable person in the world, but she was certainly the most formidable mother in their hearts.

Cheng Liguo stared fixedly at Yuan Guangming, who was almost being swallowed by the desert. He was frantic, not knowing what to do—he had no tools at hand, and Yuan Guangming was dozens of meters away from him.

“Yuan Mengzhi, how dare you… how dare you plot to kill your own elder brother! He’s your real, biological brother!”

“Haha… haha… real brother? If it weren’t for this so-called real brother, would I have gone to prison? Would I have suffered so much?”

“You did wrong yourself and still dare to blame your brother? If it weren’t for him secretly supporting you over these past years, you would’ve died in prison long ago!”

“Bah! A whole nest of hypocrites. I’d rather die in prison than accept his charity!”

“You—”

“What ‘you’! You’re no good either…”

A cold, sinister light shot from Yuan Mengzhi’s eyes, yet the corners of her mouth curled upward.

“When your precious Cheng Qiao arrives, you’ll all die.”

Cheng Liguo lunged toward Yuan Mengzhi. If death was inevitable, then they would die together. But suddenly a sharp pain stabbed his chest—he knew the poison in his body had flared up again. His strength drained away, and he collapsed to the ground.

“Haha, haha—karma! Don’t worry. Once Yuan Guangming dies, I’ll give you the antidote.”

Cheng Liguo took a deep breath, but his limbs were completely powerless. Forget standing up—he couldn’t even move.

Inside the car, Cheng Qiao’s heart suddenly clenched in pain. Could it be that Dad… She immediately circulated her energy to her eyes and looked into the distance.

“Guoqing, drive straight. Hurry—”

“Second Sister-in-law, if we go another hundred meters we’ll have to turn. That area of desert hasn’t been treated yet—going there would be pointless.”

“Hurry! I see my dad!”

Guoqing’s heart jolted as he seemed to understand what was happening. He shifted to the highest gear and slammed the accelerator, the car racing forward.

A small surgical knife appeared in Cheng Qiao’s hand. Channeling her energy, she flung it toward Yuan Mengzhi. Just now, she had vaguely heard that Yuan Mengzhi was the one who poisoned her father.

“Ah—!”

Pain exploded in Yuan Mengzhi’s shoulder. She knew she had been ambushed. Turning around, she saw a car speeding straight at her.

Clutching her shoulder, she ran toward where Cheng Liguo lay fallen. She knew that only by standing beside Cheng Liguo would the car avoid hitting her.

Sure enough, Guoqing slammed on the brakes. Cheng Qiao leapt out of the car and, in just a few steps, reached Yuan Mengzhi. Her fair, delicate hands clamped tightly around Yuan Mengzhi’s throat.

Yuan Mengzhi hadn’t expected Cheng Qiao to appear this way and was seized by terror. Holding her injured shoulder, her eyes darted around, searching.

But she was disappointed—the man who had given her the poison was nowhere to be seen. He had clearly promised to take her away once she had taken her revenge.

“You poisoned my father—so I’ll poison you too.”

At some point, a handful of poison powder appeared in Cheng Qiao’s hand. She smeared it directly onto Yuan Mengzhi’s face.

“Ah—my face!”

Yuan Mengzhi couldn’t break free from Cheng Qiao’s grip. She could only watch helplessly as a cloud of pink powder slapped onto her face. Instantly, her entire face erupted in pain—not ordinary pain, but a bone-deep, corroding agony.

Cheng Qiao released Yuan Mengzhi and quickly walked to Cheng Liguo. A pill had already been slipped into his mouth—she had seen the poison inside his body while still in the car.

This was poison produced from her own spatial store, something she had given Cheng Liguo for self-defense. Who would have thought it would end up inside his stomach?

“Dad, hurry and take this antidote pill. Why did you eat the poison I gave you for protection?”

“Hey, I don’t know either. Don’t worry about me first—save Old Yuan. He ended up like this trying to save me.”

Cheng Qiao looked at Yuan Guangming, whose nose was about to be swallowed by the desert. With a flick of her hand, she released the Haidong Qing.

“Quick—bring that person back.”

The Haidong Qing didn’t recognize Yuan Guangming, but it would never refuse any command from Cheng Qiao. It flapped its wings and flew toward him.

With its strong, razor-sharp talons, the eagle pierced through the sand, grabbed Yuan Guangming’s clothes, and dragged him out of the desert.

Watching the Haidong Qing’s simple and brutal method, Cheng Qiao was speechless. Thankfully, all the buttons on Yuan Guangming’s clothes were fastened—otherwise, he would have slipped out of them and fallen right back into the desert’s embrace.

“You’re a monster…”

Yuan Mengzhi, poisoned and writhing in pain, suddenly saw the massive bird appear beside Cheng Qiao and rescue Yuan Guangming.

The sight shattered her understanding of the world. Pointing at Cheng Qiao, she cursed her as a monster and fainted in terror. Cheng Qiao ignored her and quickly examined Yuan Guangming’s internal condition.

He was unconscious, but fortunately there was still vitality. Cheng Qiao took out silver needles and began inserting them directly into Yuan Guangming’s head.

He had been buried by the desert for too long, forcing several vital acupoints to shut down. Once those acupoints were opened and medicine used to replenish his vital energy, he would naturally recover.