Chapter 134 The Male Model Being Kept

Rong Zhi remained silent for a few seconds before replying, "Do you think that's possible?"

Sang Yuwan smiled faintly, "You and I both know what kind of person Bo Xingzhi is."

Rong Zhi coughed lightly. "Therefore, the murder charge simply cannot be established."

Sang Yuwan held her phone and slowly stood up. "It seems I need to find someone to teach Gu Jingheng's parents a lesson. Spreading rumors like this, it would be best to lock them up."

Rong Zhi's voice tightened, "I'll handle it."

Sang Yu hung up the phone late at night.

She took two deep breaths, a complex smile playing on her lips.

She has already thoroughly investigated the cause of death of Bo Xingzhi and Gu Jingheng.

The two died from excessive consumption of aphrodisiacs and excessive indulgence in sexual pleasure.

Gu Jingheng's father's claim that they died from murder is utter nonsense.

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The next day.

As soon as Sang Yuwan's car stopped, a fully armed man in black rushed over. In the blink of an eye, he pulled a bottle of gasoline from his pocket.

"The twilight years are upon us!"

With a roar, he unscrewed the cap of the gasoline bottle.

The two bodyguards sent by Mingyu reacted quickly; one kicked him hard in the back, and the other stood in front of Sang Yuwan, who had just gotten out of the car.

Minglang looked alarmed. "Madam, let's go!"

Sang Yuwan clenched her fingers and walked quickly toward the elevator.

The man in black, who had been kicked to the ground, gritted his teeth and threw the bottle of gasoline in his hand at her forcefully.

Sang Yuwan's coat was splattered with quite a bit of dirt.

The air was immediately filled with a strong smell of gasoline.

Minglang was on high alert, every cell in his body was on high alert, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

"Madam, please take off your coat."

As the evening sun set, he took off his clothes as he walked.

Minglang quickly grabbed it and threw it behind him.

boom--

The moment the coat was swung, the man in black lying on the ground lit a lighter.

Flames erupted in the underground parking garage.

The man in black also burst into flames.

Two bodyguards quickly brought over fire extinguishers.

The alarm went off.

Security personnel also arrived.

The fire was quickly brought under control and extinguished completely in less than two minutes.

The arsonist in black had already died before the ambulance arrived.

The news that the chairman of the Bo Group was retaliated against and almost died in a fire has been widely circulated.

Sang Yuwan sat at her desk, looking at the tablet computer that Xiansi handed her, her face so cold and gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

“Madam, the deceased’s identity has been confirmed. His name is Jiang Chen, and he is a male model at a club in Beijing.” Xian Si bit her lip, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said, “He was also Mr. Bo’s boyfriend.”

The following sentence, like a sharp knife, pierced Sang Yuwan's heart.

Blood splattered everywhere, and excruciating pain lingered.

She took a deep breath. "There must be more than one person like this, right?"

Xian Si paused for a moment, then lowered her head. "It has been confirmed that there are three such clubs in Beijing."

Sang Yuwan felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't help but shiver.

"Oh."

"lady……"

Xian Si looked up, her expression tense.

Bo Xingzhi was as perfect as he was in life, and as wretched as he became after death.

In addition to indulging in pleasure with his male secretary, he also kept several male models as mistresses.

Sang Yuwan's lips curled into a large, mocking smile. "Bo Xingzhi is really something. All these years, not a single word has escaped his notice."

Xian Si clasped his hands together, his back tense. "Madam, the public relations document has been drafted. Would you like to take a look?"

Sang Yuwan stared at the tablet computer, her starry eyes flashing with a cold light. "Take it to President Ji and let him handle it."

Xian Si nodded, "Yes."

Sang Yuwan handed the tablet computer to her.

No sooner had Xiansi stepped out than Minglang walked in.

"Madam, the body has been sent to the funeral home, and his relatives have been notified."

Sang Yuwan leaned back slightly and gently lifted her eyelids. "Alang, I need you to do something for me."

“Please speak, Madam.” Minglang’s breath hitched.

Sang Yuwan took the pen and wrote a word on the A4 paper.

Minglang lowered his eyes and looked down. "Madam, you suspect this matter..."

Sang Yuwan's expression was stern. "Go and investigate quietly. Don't alert them."

With a clear, straight lip line, he nodded.

Then, he took the A4 paper with only one word written on it and threw it into the shredder next to his desk.

Sang Yuwan took a couple of sips of tea to calm herself down before starting to handle official business.

I've been working in the business world for five years and have experienced many ups and downs, but none of them have been this big.

She knew that the higher she sat, the greater the danger.

There are many people who want to bring her down.

She can't survive alone; she needs to quickly cultivate her own trusted confidants.

Ten minutes later.

Ji Xiao walked into Rong Zhi's office.

"President Rong."

Rong Zhi, who was looking at his phone, didn't even look up and replied distantly, "President Ji, is there something you need?"

Ji Xiao walked straight to the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down facing him. "President Rong, what are your thoughts on the arson case that just happened?"

Rong Zhi tapped on his phone screen, seemingly replying to a message, "The intentional harm is so obvious, can't President Ji see it?"

Ji Xiao remained calm. "What's the reason for the intentional injury?"

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. "President Ji, are you interrogating me?"

Ji Xiao smiled gently, "President Rong, you flatter me. Everyone in the Bo family knows that Second Master is second only to ten thousand others."

Rong Zhi sneered, "President Ji, just say what you have to say, don't beat around the bush."

Ji Xiao sat up straight. "The president's office has already sent the public relations document about this matter to President Rong, but President Rong has not yet signed it, so I came here personally to urge him on it."

Rong Zhi put down his phone casually. "President Ji, you are the president."

Ji Xiao smiled and said, "It's true that I'm the president, but I'm not a member of the Bo family."

Rong Zhi leaned back slightly, glancing at him disdainfully, "President Ji, you said that the Bo family's business is not their private property."

Ji Xiao said calmly, "That's what they say, but in reality, the Bo family still holds the controlling stake."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyebrows slightly, "Those who hold shares in the Bo family do not have the surname Bo."

"The chairman and the old lady..." Ji Xiao narrowed his eyes.

Rong Zhi asked him, "Are their surnames Bo?"

Ji Xiao paused for a moment, then smiled slightly. "They don't actually have the surname Bo, but their husbands do."

Rong Zhi said with a cryptic tone, "What President Ji said seems to make sense."

Ji Xiao was somewhat confused, and frowned slightly. "President Rong, I am rather slow-witted, so please speak frankly."

Rong Zhi's gaze darkened, and he parted his thin lips slightly, "Premeditated harm, changed to accidental incident."

Ji Xiao's temples throbbed twice. He took a deep breath. "Is this the chairman's opinion?"

Rong Zhi replied, "That's what I mean."

Ji Xiao stood up. "Thank you for the reminder, Second Master."

Rong Zhi's expression was cold. "President Ji, the chairman doesn't like talkative people."

Ji Xiao was taken aback. "I understand."

Rong Zhi watched his departing figure, his pupils dark and his handsome face filled with deep anger.

Jiang Chen was just a male model whom Bo Xingzhi had once kept. Sang Yuwan had no grudge against him, yet he still killed her.

There must be more to this than meets the eye.