Dong Lamei, in an attempt to clear Qin Jin's name, arrived at Feng Erguanggun's home with anger simmering within her.
Li Jinhua was tending to Feng Hu, who was confined to bed, and helping him drink water, "Mother, why are you here?"
Dong Lamei suppressed her rage and focused first on Feng Erguanggun, whose face was ghastly pale, his hands clutching at the blanket in a claw-like grip. She felt a sudden pang of anxiety—could this man still be saved?
If only he were dead! Then her daughter wouldn't have to suffer beatings.
Outwardly expressing concern for Feng Erguanggun, she briefly exchanged pleasantries, then pulled Li Jinhua aside and quietly interrogated her about whether she had deliberately instigated the conflict between Mrs. Cai and Li Qiao over the broken engagement of Cai Hechuan.
Li Jinhua denied outright, "No."
"Then why do they point their fingers at you?"
"How should I know?"
"Jinhua, water... still thirsty," Feng Erguanggun weakly requested.