Chapter 71 Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi, attacking from both sides

Sang Yuwan's heart quickly calmed down.

Mingyi's investigation is absolutely correct.

The photos are real.

Bo Xinglan's panicked state suggests there must be more to the story.

Seeing her daughter trembling, Fang Yi's heart skipped a beat. She grabbed her hand and whispered, "What's the panic?"

Bo Xinglan's eyelashes trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she remained silent.

Bo Hanshan glanced at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and anger. He gripped his phone tightly and said to Fang Yi resentfully, "She's not feeling well, can't you tell? Take her downstairs now."

Fang Yi was just thinking of taking Bo Xinglan away when she heard this and hurriedly got up.

Just as he was about to pull his daughter up, Rong Zhi spoke up.

"Third Aunt, the head of the family hasn't given any instructions yet."

A deep male voice blended into the night, cold and dangerous.

Fang Yi's heart clenched painfully, her face turning pale and then flushed. She took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and looked at the woman in the main seat, suppressing her anger and panic.

"Master, Xinglan is pregnant and experiencing severe morning sickness. Please allow her to rest."

"Third Aunt, she's not the only one who's pregnant." Rong Zhi's lips curled into a large, mocking smile, dark and somewhat frightening.

Fang Yi's expression froze.

The woman sitting in the main seat was also pregnant; she worked all day without complaining.

Compared to her, Bo Xinglan is far too pretentious.

Fang Yi was somewhat at a loss, and turned to look at Bo Hanshan again.

Bo Hanshan was so angry he wanted to slap her. He gritted his teeth and muttered angrily, "Useless thing."

Fang Yi sat down angrily and gripped Bo Xinglan's hand tightly.

The third family was in complete chaos, while the second family remained quiet.

Bo Yuheng was already asleep, and the others remained silent, showing no emotion.

Bo Hanshan was psychologically unbalanced, his chest bulging. "Rong Zhi, what exactly do you want to do?"

Rong Zhi's face was cold and stern. "Third Uncle, what is your purpose in spreading rumors that my sister-in-law and I have a close relationship?"

Everyone in the hall tensed up, and Bo Yuheng, whose eyes were slightly closed, twitched his eyelids.

Bo Hanshan retorted angrily, "With a room full of people, what makes you think I'm spreading rumors?"

The evidence on his phone was gone, but some embarrassing videos of himself had been added, making him feel much more guilty.

“Of course I have evidence.” Rong Zhi said slowly, “Third Uncle, do you know the ‘Wei Xiaobao’ from Tianyi Media?”

Bo Hanshan frowned. "How could I possibly know a paparazzi?"

Rong Zhi gave a half-smile, "How do you know he's a paparazzi?"

Bo Hanshan was taken aback, his chest heaving slightly. "Doesn't he often expose celebrities' private lives online?"

Rong Zhi sneered as he corrected him, "Online, he's called 'Kang Dachui.' He only uses the name 'Wei Xiaobao' when he's taking on jobs in private."

Bo Hanshan was struck dumb, his face turning ashen. "You're trying to trick me?"

Sang Yuwan, sitting in the main seat, glanced at him and said coldly, "Third Uncle, two hours ago, this 'Wei Xiaobao' took 80 million from me."

Bo Hanshan's heart pounded wildly.

Rong Zhi and Sang Yuwan joined forces and attacked from both sides, and he was completely unable to defend himself.

He glanced at Bo Yuheng again; the other seemed to be sleeping even more soundly.

Bo Hanshan was so angry he almost crushed his phone. He hardened his heart, his eyes flashing with ruthlessness, and said, "What does this have to do with me?"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Sang Yuwan's eyes. "He threatened me with your Xinglan's private photos. If I didn't pay him, he would expose her."

Bo Xinglan's heart clenched, and tears streamed down her face.

Fang Yi quickly hugged her, "Don't cry."

Bo Xinglan lowered her head, twisted her fingers, and bit her lips tightly.

Bo Hanshan glared at her, his eyes practically spitting fire. He then turned to Sang Yuwan, his tone sinister, "There's more to the photo than just her. You can't hold her solely responsible for this."

Sang Yuwan hummed in agreement.

Bo Hanshan's lips twitched slightly. "Besides, the person you want to protect isn't my Xinglan at all, but Young Master Ming the Second."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, his smile enigmatic. He lowered his eyelids slightly and curled the corner of his lips. "Third Uncle, those words are truly disheartening. If those photos were exposed, it would only be the women who would suffer."

Bo Hanshan retorted angrily, "You've got it backwards. The exposure of the photos will clearly have the biggest impact on Mingzhan. He just won the championship, and if people find out that his private life is so chaotic, he will definitely be despised."

Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, her pretty face turning icy, and her words could freeze a person to death, "When I was negotiating with Wei Xiaobao today, he received a phone call, and the person kept claiming to be the boss. Third Uncle, was that you?"

Bo Hanshan sensed something was wrong. "I already told you I don't know him..."

"If it wasn't you, how did you know the photos he was going to expose were of Mingzhan and Sixth Sister in bed?" Sang Yuwan said sharply. "I didn't just say that."

Bo Hanshan finally realized why something felt wrong. He gasped for breath, pointing at Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi, "You...you..."

Rong Zhi sneered.

Sang Yuwan's eyes flashed with a cold light as she spoke slowly and deliberately, "Third Uncle, after Wei Xiaobao received the money, he transferred 50 million and 20 million to two other accounts. One of them was your account."

She paused slightly, then continued, "Third Uncle, you should know very well who the other one is without me having to tell you. You provided the photos, but you only received 20 million. Are you satisfied with that?"

Rong Zhi interjected, "Third Uncle, I feel it's unfair to you."

Bo Hanshan was completely enraged and lost all reason. He picked up his phone and smashed it hard at Bo Yuheng, shouting, "Second brother, is this how you do things?"

The phone struck Bo Yuheng in the chest, and he suddenly opened his eyes, like a wild beast just awakened, full of ferocity.

"Third brother, how dare you!"

Seeing this, Rong Zhi paced to the seat below Sang Yuwan and sat down. He gestured for the steward to serve him tea.

Sang Yuwan slightly lowered her eyebrows, a cold killing intent flashing across her face.

Today, the show has finally officially begun.

She had already written the ending.

The members of the second branch of the family no longer had the calm they had shown before; they were all tense.

Bo Hanshan looked at Bo Yuheng, his eyes filled with gloom and madness. "Second brother, I've been working for you all this time, and in the end, you've turned on me like this."

"Third brother, watch your words," Bo Yuheng rebuked angrily.

Bo Hanshan laughed in a chilling way. "Heh. Second Brother, are you scared?"

Bo Yuheng's brow furrowed with overwhelming rage. "Shut up if you don't want to die."

Bo Hanshan was so angry that he lost his mind, only wanting to vent his anger and resentment, without considering the consequences at all.

"You're the boss behind Wei Xiaobao, aren't you...?"

Bo Yuheng scolded, "Third brother, I think you've gone mad."

Bo Hanshan's eyes were bloodshot, and his features were ferocious. "You wanted me to give you the photos, saying that Sang Yuwan should bleed money. Hah, 80 million! Second brother, I've been running around doing everything for you, and in the end, I didn't even get half of what you received."

Everyone in the hall, except for Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi, had their hearts in their throats.

Ning Wanzhen's face turned ashen, and her fingers gripped the armrests of the chair.

Only then did she truly understand why Bo Yuanshan would rather hand the Bo family over to Sang Yuwan than to Bo Yuheng and Bo Hanshan.

Thud—

The Buddhist prayer beads in Bo Yuheng's hand suddenly broke, and the beads fell one by one onto the bluestone floor tiles, tumbling over.