Chapter Sixty-Nine: Questioning the Reasons for the Wounds
Upon hearing this, Sang Ruo paused slightly in her grip on her phone.
Her upper eyelashes fluttered unconsciously, and she felt a strange emptiness in her heart.
Knowing that Song Yuanshan would die today, she still couldn't help but recall what she was doing with Song Linlin at that time after learning the exact time.
"It's bound to happen sooner or later. You have to try to accept it, whether it's Linlin or you."
The man's deep voice reached her ears once more.
After her thoughts were interrupted, Sang Ruo turned her head to look at the man beside her and met his captivating phoenix eyes.
"I'm fine, it's just that the child's condition isn't very good."
"Really?" Bo Jinyan asked expressionlessly, "But why do I feel that you're not in good condition either?"
When their eyes met, her eyelashes trembled even more violently.
After a moment, he replied softly, "Perhaps having just been released from prison and suddenly going back, it's inevitable that some past memories will come to mind."
“Once when I visited Song Linshan, I passed by the iron bars and saw a female prisoner being beaten. Several female prisoners were surrounding her, punching and kicking her. The woman’s figure was quite similar to yours.”
As soon as the man's voice fell, Sang Ruo subconsciously lowered her eyelids.
The scene from that day flashed through my mind.
That person was indeed her.
Through the gap in her arms, she saw the man slowly walk past.
It was because she saw him that she felt the punches the female prisoners were throwing at her seemed to lessen considerably.
Because at that moment, her attention was entirely focused on this man.
"Could that person be you?"
Bo Jinyan suddenly leaned closer, his voice tinged with a hint of probing.
Sang Ruo's face showed visible disarray and tension.
But it was only a fleeting moment, and she quickly suppressed her emotions.
She smiled faintly, "It must be someone else! I rarely argue with them in prison..."
“But I’ve heard that in places like prisons, even if you don’t provoke others, they’ll provoke you.” Bo Jinyan looked down into her eyes and asked seriously, “Miss Sang looks so gentle and weak, how could you possibly remain unscathed?”
"Although I may look weak, I am not someone who is easy to bully."
Her voice was firm, and her gaze was intense.
Bo Jinyan subconsciously reached out and grabbed her wrist, then lifted it up.
The man's fingertips gently touched the scars on her wrist.
His shimmering eyes fixed on her wound, his tone tinged with a complex mix of emotions: "I saw this wound on you last time, and I've always wanted to ask you, how did you get it?"
Following his gaze, Sang Ruo subconsciously lowered her eyes.
When I saw the scars on my wrist, I instinctively wanted to pull back.
That scar was from being scalded by boiling water.
His skin was torn open almost immediately.
For a long time, I would often dream of being scalded by boiling water at night.
Every time I wake up, my forehead is covered in a fine layer of sweat.
She never wanted to experience that excruciating pain again in her life.
"It's all in the past. I don't want to bring up the past anymore. I don't like to dwell on the past; I only focus on the present and the future."
She struggled fiercely, trying to pull her hand out of his wrist.
But the man gripped her tighter and tighter, giving her no chance to escape.
"Mr. Bo..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man in front of her interrupted her: "After going through so much, you must have suffered a lot inside, right? How did you manage to persevere?"
"When hatred accumulates to a certain level, one will naturally be able to persevere."
She looked up into his eyes and said those words, one by one.
When their eyes met, the man's expression was unusually complex.
He lowered his voice slightly and asked softly, "What exactly happened back then? Why were you sent to prison?"
Talking about the past brought back painful memories, causing her great distress.
Bo Jinyan could clearly feel the pressure around her body dropping rapidly.
"If you're so curious, why don't you go and investigate?"
"I know that's not the truth."
The man's voice was deep, even lower than before.
Upon hearing this, Sang Ruo quickly raised her eyes and looked at him incredulously.
The man released her hand, leaned back in his chair, and looked straight ahead.
After a moment's thought, he spoke again: "I know you may have been wronged, just like what happened at the clinic. You were framed, weren't you?"
False accusation.
Upon hearing these two words, Sang Ruo's hands, which were placed at her sides, clenched involuntarily.
The hatred in her heart surged up like a tidal wave, as if it would overwhelm her in an instant.
"Even if you don't tell me, I can guess what's going on, but since you're unwilling to say, I won't press you any further." The man's tone was indifferent, with a hint of nonchalance: "Just be more careful when you're with that woman in the future."
The most heartwarming words gently drifted into her ears.
After hearing his words, Sang Ruo's tightly clenched fingers loosened slightly.
Over the years, apart from Chen An and Old Master Bo, who suspected that she was wronged, no third person has ever said such things to her.
And this person was none other than Bo Jinyan.
"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Bo. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
She nodded slightly in his direction and subconsciously reached out to open the car door.
"The old man's health has been very poor recently, so my eldest brother had someone do a fortune telling for him. The master said that he would face a major calamity this year and that he had to hold a grand birthday celebration to get through it. So my nephew's father decided to throw him a big birthday banquet."
Just then, a deep male voice came from behind.
Upon hearing the voice, Sang Ruo turned to look at him: "Bo Jinzhou didn't tell me about this."
"That's why I've come here specifically to tell you that you absolutely must attend that day."
"Why?" Sang Ruo asked indifferently, "I'm already divorcing him, and everyone in the capital knows about it."
"Just for the sake of the old man's safety! Whether you attend as his attending physician or as his granddaughter-in-law, you must be there."
The man's voice was unusually cold and harsh, not like he was discussing things with her, but rather commanding her.
There was a transaction between them: he took back the courtyard for her, and she treated Old Master Bo's illness for him.
She nodded subconsciously: "Okay."
Just then, my phone rang.
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