Chapter 72 Their teamwork was so seamless, it was as if they had known each other for a long time.

Bo Yuheng's wife, He Qiaoling, felt her heart pounding and hurriedly got up to pick up the items.

This string of Buddhist prayer beads was obtained by them from Puzhong Temple a year before Bo Yuanshan passed away.

Bo Yuheng was under his care for five years without incident.

The sudden break today was already foreshadowed.

When Bo Yuheng's youngest daughter-in-law, Xu Yunxi, saw this, she was about to help when the man beside her grabbed her arm.

The prayer beads were scattered, and many had cracks.

The others watched coldly as He Qiaoling picked up the stones one by one.

Fang Yi couldn't help but sneer, "Second sister-in-law, stop picking them up. You just received fifty million, enough to buy a truckload of these Buddhist beads."

He Qiaoling ignored her, but a raging fire was burning inside her.

Even a woman like her knows that loose lips sink ships. Bo Hanshan's rant just now was enough to send them to the ancestral hall to reflect on their actions for a month.

Seeing that she remained silent, Fang Yi raised her eyes and spat out a low "Pui!"

Xu Yunxi could no longer stand it. "Third Aunt, what do you mean by this?"

Fang Yi glared at her. "What did I do?"

Xu Yunxi raised her voice, "What you just said to my mother..."

"Shut up," Bo Yuheng interrupted.

Xu Yunxi had no choice but to give up.

Bo Yuheng watched as He Qiaoling picked up the Buddhist prayer beads one by one, his eyes growing increasingly sinister.

Unexpectedly, today's drama took such a dramatic turn.

Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi, singing in harmony, clearly had a pre-written script.

They worked together so well that it seemed they had known each other for a long time.

But that day at the funeral hall was clearly the first time they had met.

Bo Yuheng's mind raced.

Of the 21 prayer beads, He Qiaoling picked up 19, leaving 2 short.

She searched carefully and found the remaining two stones resting at Rong Zhi's feet.

He Qiaoling was taken aback.

Rong Zhi sipped his tea, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

He Qiaoling gripped the Buddhist prayer beads tightly in her hand, took a deep breath, and walked over.

She had just half-squatted down, ready to pick them up.

Rong Zhi lifted his foot and then stomped it down.

"Ah!" He Qiaoling's heart clenched in pain, and her fingers suddenly loosened.

The prayer beads that I had just picked up fell to the ground again, and the few beads that had cracked earlier shattered completely in two.

Fang Yi felt inexplicably much better after watching this.

Bo Hanshan's face was gloomy.

He Qiaoling's eyes reddened with pain, and she looked at her husband with a mixture of anger, resentment, and grievance, "Master..."

Bo Yuheng flew into a rage, slamming his hand heavily on the armrest of his chair, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "Rong Zhi, how dare you!"

Rong Zhi looked down at He Qiaoling, who was about to kneel down, and was taken aback. "Second Aunt, what are you doing? You are an elder, I can't accept such a big gift."

He Qiaoling's voice trembled with pain, "You... stepped on my hand..."

Rong Zhi was stunned for a moment, as if he had just realized what was happening. He hurriedly lifted his foot and said, "Second Aunt, when did your hand reach under my foot? I didn't even know."

Innuendo.

Everyone in the hall could tell he was cursing Bo Yuheng.

Sang Yuwan's cold lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

It's a real shame that the second master of the Bo family doesn't go into acting.

He Qiaoling didn't know how to respond, and her face turned pale.

Xu Yunxi rushed over and helped her up, "Mom..."

He Qiaoling's body was still trembling, and her fingers were numb with pain. After sitting down, she looked at the man beside her with red eyes, "Sir, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. He clearly doesn't respect you at all."

Bo Yuheng's temples throbbed, his eyes filled with malice. "Rong Zhi, apologize."

Rong Zhi's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Second Uncle, don't be in such a hurry. There are always priorities. I can apologize to Second Aunt after we've finished discussing important matters."

Bo Yuheng took two heavy breaths, his eyes filled with dark clouds.

Rong Zhi put down his teacup, the smile on his lips slowly freezing, and a thin layer of cold mist appeared in his dark eyes.

"Second Uncle, how do you explain what Third Uncle just said?"

A cold, meaningful smile appeared in Bo Yuheng's eyes. "I did not receive that fifty million."

Bo Hanshan looked at him in disbelief. "Impossible. Sang Yuwan just said that Wei Xiaobao transferred the remaining 70 million to two people. One was me, and the other was you, no one else."

Enraged, he disregarded the rules of the Bo family and addressed Sang Yuwan by her full name.

Sang Yuwan didn't seem to care much.

Bo Yuheng's gaze suddenly swept over, his expression a mixture of ferocity and bloodlust, like that of a wounded wild beast. "Then ask her whose account that fifty million was transferred to."

Bo Hanshan's mind went blank for a moment, and the muscles on his face contracted.

He looked at Sang Yuwan, "Who did you transfer it to?"

Sang Yuwan smiled coolly, "Sixth Sister."

"What?!" Bo Hanshan was struck dumb, his mind went completely blank.

Fang Yi's eyes widened. "Impossible..."

Bo Xinglan was completely stunned.

When did I receive 50 million?

The second branch of the family all breathed a sigh of relief. He Qiaoling retorted, "So it was the third brother who was behind this. He asked for 80 million for a single photo. What an outrageous demand."

Finally, he even gave Sang Yuwan a perfunctory compliment, saying, "You all calculated that the head of the family would be forced to compromise for the sake of the Bo family's reputation, which is why you are so unscrupulous."

Fang Yi stomped her foot in anger, "This was clearly my second brother's idea. It won't be that easy for him to clear his name."

"The head of the family said she only recognizes evidence, not people. If you're so capable, produce the evidence. Otherwise, framing your own brother is an even greater crime." He Qiaoling was seething with anger and launched a barrage of attacks at her.

Fang Yi's eyes practically popped out of their sockets, "You..."

The noise was giving Sang Yuwan a headache. She slammed her hand on the table and angrily interrupted, "Enough!"

The hall fell silent once again.

The night wind blew in, and the air condensed into ice.

Sang Yuwan glanced at everyone, her icy gaze landing on Bo Yuheng's face. "Second Uncle, although you didn't take a single penny, it doesn't mean you're innocent in this matter."

The women from the second wife's family tensed up and all looked at her.

Bo Yuheng gave her a meaningful smile, "Tell me, what did you find out?"

Sang Yuwan smiled faintly, "Second Uncle, I've found out a lot of things. Which one do you want to hear?"

Bo Yuheng's fingers suddenly tightened, and his breathing became heavy.

He was right; she had indeed come prepared.

A hint of malice flashed in Bo Yuheng's eyes. "Then let's talk about Wei Xiaobao first."

Sang Yuwan looked at Rong Zhi, "Second Master, you speak."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow. "Second Uncle, who is Yu Yang to you?"

The two families were all taken aback.

Yu Yang is He Qiaoling's nephew.

Bo Yuheng's heart sank, and dark clouds surged in his eyes. "Who is he to me, and what does he have to do with this?"

Rong Zhi said, "The bed photos of Sixth Sister and Second Young Master Ming were given to Wei Xiaobao by Yu Yang."

Bo Yuheng calmly replied, "That doesn't prove that I'm involved in this matter."

Rong Zhi's coldness deepened. "Second Uncle won't shed a tear until he sees the coffin. Minglang, bring the person up."