Chapter 139 It was him all along...

Upon arriving at the hospital, Rong Zhi received a message.

The man in black turned off the car and was about to unbuckle his seatbelt when Rong Zhi suddenly spoke up.

"To the airport."

The man in black paused for a moment, then immediately restarted the car.

Sang Yuwan got out of the car and saw Rong Zhi's vehicle drive away quickly, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Xian Si was also surprised, "What's wrong, Second Master?"

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath. "Let's go."

Half an hour later.

Dr. Jiang gave Sang Yuwan a hospital admission slip.

Upon hearing this news, Ning Wanzhen's heart clenched, and a trace of regret appeared in her eyes.

Ning Xin'er also found out, and while she was secretly pleased, she didn't forget to curse viciously.

“Sang Yuwan, your child will be lost sooner or later. Without the child, let’s see how you will stay in the Bo family.”

Seeing Ning Wanzhen get up, she hurriedly asked, "Auntie, where are you going?"

Ning Wanzhen looked anxious. "I'll go check on Wanwan."

A hint of jealousy and hatred arose in Ning Xin'er's heart, and a murderous glint flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Aunt, my cousin's wife is in the hospital and needs to rest. You'd better not go there."

"I won't feel at ease if I don't go and see," Ning Wanzhen said, her eyes reddening and her voice hoarse.

Ning Xin'er's eyes darted around, and she softly advised, "Auntie, I'm afraid my cousin-in-law will get emotional if she sees you..."

Ning Wanzhen was taken aback.

Ning Xin'er continued, "Auntie, we all know why my cousin-in-law is showing signs of miscarriage. You shouldn't go. I heard that the doctor treating her is a famous obstetrician and gynecologist in Jiangcheng. Don't worry, the baby in her belly will be fine."

Ning Wanzhen's heart pounded, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I acted impulsively..."

Seeing this, Ning Xin'er's hatred intensified, and she thought to herself, "Auntie cares too much about the child in Sang Yuwan's belly. No, I have to find a way to make that child disappear completely."

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and spoke slowly, "Auntie, this isn't your fault. Even I couldn't tell those photos were photoshopped."

Ning Wanzhen's face turned extremely ugly.

Ning Xin'er supported her arm and helped her sit down. "Aunt, don't blame yourself. If anyone is to blame, it's your cousin-in-law for offending too many people."

Ning Wanzhen remained silent.

Ning Xin'er wanted to add insult to injury, but the steward led He Qiaoling in.

"Sister-in-law, please save my husband."

He Qiaoling knelt down in front of Ning Wanzhen with a thud.

Ning Xin'er hurriedly got up to help her, "Aunt He, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

He Qiaoling sniffled and said in a tearful voice, "Miss Ning, please don't help me up."

Ning Xin'er looked embarrassed, "This..."

Ning Wanzhen frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "Xin'er, you go up first."

Over the years, Ning Wanzhen and He Qiaoling have not had a harmonious relationship, but they are, after all, sisters-in-law.

Some things, like saving face, should be taken into consideration.

"Yes, Aunt." Ning Xin'er slowly released her hand and slowed her pace as she walked upstairs.

Ning Wanzhen took a sip of water to moisten her throat, then looked down at He Qiaoling kneeling in front of her. "What happened?"

He Qiaoling looked up, wiping away her tears, "Sister-in-law, the head of the family has had my husband arrested..."

Ning Wanzhen's heart sank, and her tone turned colder, "The patriarch arrested him because he committed a crime."

“No, sister-in-law,” He Qiaoling cried. “My husband has been with me ever since he came back from the detention center. He really didn’t do anything?”

Ning Wanzhen said, "He didn't do anything, so why did the patriarch order his arrest?"

He Qiaoling swallowed hard. "Sister-in-law, could you please ask the head of the family why she arrested my husband?"

Ning Wanzhen was taken aback. "You don't know?"

“I don’t know anything,” He Qiaoling cried. “Even if someone is arrested, there has to be a reason. Sister-in-law, if you can’t make the decision, I’ll go to other elders in the clan.”

Ning Wanzhen frowned, her expression displeased. "Go find someone else."

"Sister-in-law, I didn't mean anything by it. I..." He Qiaoling looked flustered.

Before she could finish speaking, Minglang walked in.

He saw He Qiaoling kneeling on the ground and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "What is Aunt Bo doing? It's not like it's a holiday."

He Qiaoling shivered and immediately clenched her fingers.

Upon seeing Minglang, Ning Wanzhen hurriedly asked, "How is Wanwan?"

Minglang walked over and said, "Madam, Dr. Jiang said that you need to be hospitalized to protect your pregnancy."

Ning Wanzhen's heart was in her throat. "Is the situation serious?"

Minglang replied, "It's a bit serious. Dr. Jiang said I need to be hospitalized for at least a week." He paused, then added, "This is all thanks to Uncle Bo."

Hearing this, He Qiaoling said indignantly, "Don't talk nonsense. My master hasn't met with the head of the family these past few days."

Ning Wanzhen's breathing gradually became difficult.

Sang Yuwan was hospitalized because of her distrust.

Minglang's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Although Uncle Bo has never met my wife, he has done a lot of things behind the scenes. For example, he had people create some fake photos to frame my wife and Master Bo."

He Qiaoling's breath hitched.

Ning Wanzhen's heart stopped for a few seconds before she suddenly realized what was happening and her eyes widened.

"So it was him..."

"Sister-in-law, no. It wasn't my husband who did it. Don't believe him," He Qiaoling hurriedly explained.

Ning Wanzhen gritted her teeth in anger, "If it wasn't him, who else could it be?"

He Qiaoling retorted, "What evidence is there to prove that my husband did it?"

Minglang turned his head and said loudly, "Bring the person in."

The steward dragged a servant in.

Ning Wanzhen looked closely and realized that this was the servant who had delivered the wooden box.

"Speak. Who told you to give the photo to the old lady?" Minglang looked down at the servant who was slumped on the ground.

“Yes…” The servant looked up, glanced upstairs, and bit his lip hard. “Yes, Second Master.”

He Qiaoling looked at him in disbelief, "Explain yourself, is it Second Master or my master?"

The servant bit his lip until it bled, “It’s the master of the second branch of the family.”

The air was oppressive and heavy.

In a corner of the second-floor corridor, Ning Xin'er smiled faintly.