Bo Yuheng's breath hitched as he stared intently at the soft, sweet-looking little girl. Her large, dark, grape-like eyes were bright and sparkling, blinking like the stars in the sky.
More than fifty years have passed, and the little girl who once inexplicably aroused his protective instincts is now frail and weak. Her once bright and lively eyes are now dull and lifeless, like the beads of a dead fish.
What exactly did she experience in the thirty years since she left the Bo family?
Bo Yuheng frowned deeply, and a layer of misty fog appeared in his eyes.
"Second Uncle, is there anything you want to tell me?" Sang Yuwan's cool voice reached his ears.
Bo Yuheng's pupils contracted, and the mist in his eyes instantly froze into ice. A vein throbbed on his forehead, and he said in a gloomy voice, "Tell them all to get out."
Fang Yi's heart skipped a beat, her lips drooped slightly, a hint of indescribable doubt lingering in her eyes, her face contorted and complicated by inner turmoil.
She took a deep breath, stared fiercely at Bo Yuheng, her chest heaving.
A look of astonishment flashed across everyone's eyes.
What exactly happened today?
Sang Yuwan called them over and made them witness firsthand how Bo Yuanshan's woman was kidnapped by Ning Xin'er.
Afterwards, Ning Xin'er was whipped.
While her actions were shocking, the words she uttered were incredibly impactful.
Bo Qingmei and Bo Xingzhi look so alike.
Anyone who saw this would suspect that she was Bo Xingzhi's biological mother.
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan spoke with a cold gaze, "You all get out."
The group exchanged glances and slowly walked out of the hall.
In the main hall of the ancestral hall, only Bo Yuheng, Sang Yuwan, and one of the Ming family's bodyguards remained.
Bo Yuheng stared at Bo Lanzhi's memorial tablet for a moment, his gaze darkening. "Sang Yuwan, you knew who she was all along, didn't you?"
Sang Yuwan's expression was calm, her voice clear and cold, "That's right."
Bo Yuheng chuckled sinisterly, and after a few seconds, a hint of malice flashed in his lowered eyes. "She is Bo Xingzhi's biological mother, isn't she?"
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained calm. She looked at Bo Yuanshan's memorial tablet and said coldly, "Second Uncle already has the answer in his heart, why ask me?"
Bo Yuheng turned his gaze to Bo Yuanshan's memorial tablet, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips. "Sang Yuwan, if I were to reveal Bo Xingzhi's true identity, you might find it hard to remain the head of this family."
A chilling wind blew in from somewhere, eerily.
The incense in the incense burner in front of Bo Yuanshan's memorial tablet suddenly went out.
The air, thick with the smell of incense, felt increasingly oppressive.
The slowly rising smoke carried an indescribable heaviness, as if time itself had been slowed down, each second stretching out long and arduous.
The wisps of smoke rose up, like an invisible rope, binding silently.
"Second Uncle, if you want to sit, I can let you have it," Sang Yuwan said sarcastically, a glint in her eyes.
Bo Yuheng's facial muscles seemed to lose control for a moment, freezing into an expression that was neither surprise nor fear, but rather a deep astonishment.
His brows were furrowed, and the lines on his forehead were clearly visible, as if time had deliberately etched marks of doubt and confusion onto him at this moment. Even his breathing became rapid and shallow, and his entire body seemed to be enveloped by this sudden feeling of astonishment, rendering him unable to move.
Sang Yuwan's lips curved slightly upward, her tone flat and emotionless, "Second Uncle, you can also expose her. You weren't the only one who saw Bo Qingmei's face today. I'm sure they already have their suspicions."
Bo Yuheng's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his sinister eyes were like a thousand-year-old icy pool.
Sang Yuwan said coldly, "Second Uncle, is there anything else you want to say?"
Bo Yuheng's gaze was icy. "Hand over Bo Qingmei to me, and I'll ensure you sit firmly in the position of family head from now on."
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "Second Uncle's words are quite interesting. She said Xingzhi's biological mother is naturally my mother-in-law. It would be against filial piety for me to hand her over to you."
Bo Yuheng's breathing quickened, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot. His knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging as if they were about to burst. "You mean, you won't agree?"
Sang Yuwan sneered, "That's right."
Bo Yuheng's face paled, and his chest heaved violently. "Sang Yuwan, aren't you afraid I'll reveal Bo Xingzhi's background?"
Sang Yuwan's pretty face was covered with a layer of frost, and her voice was icy cold, "Second Uncle, Xingzhi is already gone, how do you intend to prove it?"
Bo Yuheng's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes flashed with unbridled rage.
Sang Yuwan's question really stumped him.
Even though Bo Xingzhi looks very much like Bo Qingmei, he is already dead, so a paternity test cannot be performed.
If he cannot provide reasonable and legal evidence, Sang Yuwan can sue him for malicious defamation.
Bo Yuheng's heart sank to the bottom.
Sang Yuwan continued, "Second Uncle, let's leave Bo Qingmei's matter here. Just pretend you've never met her."
Bo Yuheng's eyes widened, his fists clenched, and his whole body trembled.
Seeing that he remained silent, Sang Yuwan's expression darkened, and she walked forward. Her delicate features were covered with a layer of frost, revealing her indifference and sternness.
Bo Yuheng took a deep breath, his face dark and gloomy. "Sang Yuwan, you stop right there."
Sang Yuwan paused slightly, but without turning around, she said coldly, "Second Uncle, you called the head of the family by his given name. You are punished by kneeling in the ancestral hall for one night."
Two blazing fires ignited in Bo Yuheng's eyes, his breath scorching, "Sang Yuwan, you..."
Sang Yuwan interrupted her mercilessly, "Knowing your mistakes but not correcting them only makes your crime more serious. You'll be kneeling until this time tomorrow."
“You…” Bo Yuheng was so angry that he vomited blood, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.
Sang Yuwan said nothing more and walked out with a dignified expression.
creak—
The thick doors of the ancestral hall were closed from the outside by others.
Bo Yuheng was so angry he jumped up and down, "Sang Yuwan, you..."
With a "bang," Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet suddenly fell over, smashing into the incense burner in front of it.
Ashes flew everywhere.
The air was suffocating.
Bo Yuheng felt as if his neck was being gripped tightly, making it difficult to breathe. His dark face gradually turned purple.
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As Sang Yuwan walked out of the ancestral hall, Xiansi hurriedly ran over.
"Madam, Bo Qingmei has been sent to Lingtian Hospital."
"Hmm." Sang Yuwan pursed her thin lips and let out a cold sound.
Xian Si then asked, "Madam, what should we do with Ning Xin'er?"
Sang Yuwan responded as she walked, "Once her whipping injuries have stabilized, I'll send her abroad immediately."
"Yes." Xiansi lowered her head.
Buzz—
Sang Yuwan's phone, which was in her coat pocket, started vibrating rapidly.
She took it out and looked at it, then stopped in her tracks.
Xiansi, who was walking behind her, almost bumped into her.
Sang Yuwan took two deep breaths, her expression hardening, and pressed the answer button.
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