Was Chapter 74 a premeditated plan, or a spur-of-the-moment act?

He Qiaoling's heart choked in her throat, her breath came in heavy, painful gasps, and she clutched the blanket tightly in her hands. "Master..."

Bo Yuheng gave her a cold look and said nothing.

Seeing that the second wife's family was about to fall, Fang Yi raised her eyebrows triumphantly, picked up the small white porcelain bowl, and began to eat.

The fermented rice balls in sweet rice wine today were especially delicious.

Yu Yang turned slightly to the side and glanced at Bo Yuheng, "Yes..."

The people from the second wife's family all held their breath.

Fang Yi ate three small glutinous rice balls in a row. When she put the fourth one into her mouth, Yu Yang looked at Bo Hanshan and spoke in a low voice.

"It's Uncle Bo."

With a loud crash, the porcelain bowl in Fang Yi's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the small glutinous rice ball in her mouth got stuck in her throat.

She almost suffocated.

Bo Hanshan flew into a rage, "Nonsense! When did I give you any photos?"

Everyone's eyes were on Yu Yang, but he didn't seem as nervous as before.

"Third Uncle, you forgot? That day at Xiyan Lake, we played golf together. During a break, you slipped me a photo and told me to go find Wei Xiaobao. You even promised me 20 million after it was all done."

The members of the second branch all breathed a sigh of relief.

He Qiaoling slowly loosened her grip, saying angrily, "Third brother, in the end, you're the ones crying 'stop thief!' Your hearts are truly black; you didn't hesitate to drag us down with you in order to climb the social ladder."

Fang Yi was so angry that her face turned red. She pointed at her and scolded, "He's your own nephew, of course he'll side with you."

Bo Hanshan glared at Yu Yang, "Words are no proof, produce evidence."

Yu Yang took a deep breath. "Third Uncle, can you honestly say that you didn't play golf with me that day, nor did you try to talk to me privately?"

“That’s not what we’re talking about,” Bo Hanshan retorted angrily.

Yu Yang's mouth was dry, so he licked his lips. "That's what we've been talking about."

Without evidence, it's impossible to determine who is lying.

Seeing that they were arguing endlessly, Rong Zhi said indifferently, "Third Uncle, it's not too late to admit it now."

"I didn't do it, so why should I admit to it?" Bo Hanshan was furious.

Rong Zhi stood up again and walked up to Yu Yang. "I'll give you another chance too."

Yu Yang's heart was pounding erratically, and he mumbled, "I didn't lie."

Rong Zhi patted his shoulder and let out a soft chuckle. "You have no evidence. I do."

Yu Yang's breath hitched, and he wanted to change his words, but it was too late.

Rong Zhi gave Minglang a wink.

The projection was shown on the white walls of the lobby.

Golf course.

Several people are playing ball.

Everyone recognized Yu Yang, Bo Hanshan, and Bo Yuheng.

The second wife's family couldn't sit still any longer.

He Qiaoling's face turned deathly pale.

Bo Yuheng's eyes were filled with an even stronger bloodlust.

Ning Wanzhen frowned, her fear of Rong Zhi growing stronger.

He disappeared for six years, and when he reappeared, he joined forces with Sang Yuwan to ruthlessly kill the second and third wives.

Was this something he had planned for a long time, or was it a spur-of-the-moment decision?

Looking at the surveillance footage, Yu Yang broke out in a cold sweat again. "Second Master, I..."

Rong Zhi said coldly, "You only get one chance, and I've already given you one."

The scene sped up and quickly stopped at the entrance to the VIP restroom.

With a thud, Yu Yang's knees buckled and he knelt on the ground.

"Yu Yang, what are you doing?" Bo Yuheng said angrily.

Yu Yang shuddered, lowered his head, and stammered, "I...I just...lied..."

While the others didn't hear clearly, Rong Zhi heard it perfectly and sneered.

"Second Uncle, I'll give you a chance too."

Bo Yuheng raised his eyes, his fierce gaze bloodshot, like that of a trapped beast.

"Rong Zhi, have you forgotten what happened six years ago?"

Only he and Rong Zhi could understand these words.

Warning. Deterrence. And a threat.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, looking down at him with disdain. "Six years ago, I was able to escape death. This time, Second Uncle, I'm afraid you're doomed."

"You're too arrogant." Bo Yuheng picked up a teacup from the table and threw it at him.

Rong Zhi shifted a step to the side, striking Yu Yang squarely in the back. Yu Yang swayed violently twice, hissing…

"Second Uncle, are you trying to kill me to silence me?" Rong Zhi said coldly.

Yu Yang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Bo Hanshan suddenly interjected, "This is my second brother's usual trick."

Things escalated to this point, and the two brothers became complete enemies.

Sang Yuwan, who was in the main seat, seemed a little tired. She rested her elbows on the table, propped her chin on her hand, and looked solemn.

Ning Wanzhen felt a pang of heartache and asked the housekeeper to bring over some cushions and blankets.

Who knows how long this drama will "run"?

She can leave.

But it's not possible in the twilight of life.

Bo Yuheng's eyes turned sinister as he warned Rong Zhi, "You'd better think this through."

Rong Zhi pressed a button on the projector remote.

The scene continues.

Yu Yang and Bo Yuheng went into the restroom one after the other.

"Have someone send the photos to Sang Yuwan, and you can decide the price yourselves."

"These aren't her bedroom photos, why would she pay for them?"

"Believe me, no matter how much you ask, she will agree."

"Why?"

"Because it concerns the war of tomorrow."

The second wife's family was completely dumbfounded.

He Qiaoling slumped into a chair.

Bo Yuheng's expression changed drastically, and the hair at his temples turned white. After a moment, he smiled sinisterly.

"Rong Zhi, what a clever tactic, you actually sent someone to follow me."

“I didn’t send anyone to follow you.” Rong Zhi glanced at Yu Yang, his eyes filled with icy coldness. “He installed a surveillance device on himself to keep an eye on you.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Yang was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his forehead pressed firmly against the bluestone floor tiles.

Bo Yuheng was struck dumb, and the muscles on his face twitched.

Bo Hanshan's anger turned to laughter, and he immediately added insult to injury, "Second brother, does your face hurt?"

Bo Yuheng angrily rebuked, "Shut up!"

Bo Hanshan turned his wheelchair toward Sang Yuwan, "Patriarch, you must handle this matter seriously."

Sang Yuwan's expression remained cold. "No rush."

Bo Hanshan's breath hitched. "The evidence is right in front of you, and you still don't believe it."

Sang Yuwan said, "The truth has come to light, and there are other things as well."

Bo Hanshan was taken aback.

Bo Yuheng's pupils constricted sharply, his blood pressure soared, and his breathing became increasingly unsteady.

He Qiaoling's face was ashen, and her heart almost stopped beating.

The butler brought over a cushion, and Sang Yuwan let go of it, leaning back. "Second Master, please continue."

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes and said quietly, "Then let's talk about Jiang Hanbo next."

Bo Hanshan's heart tightened. "Wasn't he dead?"

Rong Zhi glanced at him. "Third Uncle, why did he die?"

Bo Hanshan frowned. "Wasn't it a rear-end collision that caused a car accident?"

Rong Zhi asked again, "Why did he rear-end the car?"

Bo Hanshan replied, "Of course I want to run over Sang Yuwan."

Why did he want to run over his sister-in-law?

"How would I know?" Bo Hanshan's gaze began to dart away.

Rong Zhi's brows furrowed, and his tone turned icy, "No one knows better than you."