Chapter 228 She is your sister

Ning Xin'er's heart clenched suddenly, and she blurted out, "Your affair with Bo Yuanshan is something that can't be brought to light. Naturally, your information has been erased by the Bo family."

Sang Yuwan spoke coldly, "Ning Xin'er, I advise you to think carefully before you say such things."

Ning Xin'er's heart tightened, and her back began to burn with pain again, as if countless tiny needles were constantly piercing and pulling out. Every breath aggravated the wound, doubling the pain.

“I have witnesses who can prove that I am not lying.”

Sang Yuwan's gaze hardened, her expression becoming dignified, as if she were surrounded by an aura that forbade any intrusion. The firmness and profundity revealed in her brows inspired awe in all who beheld her.

Those calm eyes, composed yet sharp, seemed to see into people's hearts; under their gaze, even the most cunning soul would feel exposed.

She looked at Ning Xin'er and said coldly, word by word, "Where is the witness?"

Ning Xin'er's breathing became rapid and shallow. Her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if trying to concentrate all her unease into that small space. Fine beads of sweat covered her forehead. Her chest heaved.

He'll be there soon.

Sang Yuwan's face was cold and serious. "Ning Xin'er, the witness you mentioned, could it be Shen Yilin?"

Ning Xin'er's heart skipped a beat, her pupils widened, and she looked at her in disbelief, "How did you know?"

Sang Yuwan exuded an aura of authority and coldness. "I also know that in order to obtain the shares held by your aunt, you did not hesitate to collude with Shen Yilin. You even went so far as to sell your own dignity."

Ning Xin'er's face turned pale instantly, and she abruptly released the hand that was gripping Bo Qingmei, "You...you..."

Bo Yuheng frowned, his eyes turning sinister.

Fang Yi was still full of doubts, and her expression was very unpleasant.

The others looked on in astonishment.

Sang Yuwan continued, "Ning Xin'er, you have spoken ill of my Bo family elders. If I do not punish you, the ancestors of the Bo family will not let me off the hook."

She paused for a moment, then said coldly, "Guards, bring out the family discipline and give him three lashes with the whip."

"Yes, Master." The servant took the whip from the Ming family bodyguard and lashed it hard across Ning Xin'er's back.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, all sounds around stopped, and only Ning Xin'er's rapid and heavy breathing could be heard.

She clenched her teeth instinctively, trying to resist the pain that was about to devour her with her willpower, but her body's instinctive reaction betrayed her.

Her hands trembled, and she staggered backward several times before slowly regaining her balance.

Some of the people from the second and third wives covered their eyes.

Fang Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Even Bo Yuheng's pupils contracted slightly.

"Continue," Sang Yuwan emphasized.

"yes."

The servant brandished the long whip again.

"Ah...pfft..."

Ning Xin'er, who had barely managed to stand, swayed violently twice, and a metallic taste rose in her throat.

The next second.

A mouthful of blood splattered onto the tall pillar.

The air, thick with the scent of incense, was filled with the stench of blood.

Some people frowned, and some even felt nauseous.

Including the whipping by Bo Yuheng earlier, Ning Xin'er has been whipped three times in total.

A sudden tear appeared on her back, revealing a bright red wound from which blood was slowly seeping out, a truly gruesome sight.

Sang Yuwan gestured for her servants to stop, her voice as cold as ice, "Ning Xin'er, if you don't learn your lesson, I will not let you off easily."

“You…you vicious woman…” Ning Xin’er took a deep breath, her lips trembling.

She had so much to say, but a metallic taste welled up inside her and choked her.

The Ming family servants grabbed her arm and dragged her away.

Sang Yuwan watched her leave with a cold expression. "Second Uncle, is there anything else you want to say?"

Bo Yuheng's face was ashen, his expression grim. "What do you plan to do with this woman?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yi's heart tightened again, and she stared intently at Bo Qingmei, whose face was pale.

At this moment, Bo Qingmei's fingers curled slightly.

Sang Yuwan turned slightly to the side, half of her face hidden in the dim light. "You don't need to worry about this, Second Uncle."

Bo Yuheng lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with a dark, gloomy aura that seemed to engulf her. "You called us here just to expose your father-in-law's scandal from that day?"

Sang Yuwan's face remained expressionless, her voice cold and clear, "Second Uncle, are you sure I called you here?"

Everyone was taken aback.

The veins on the back of Bo Yuheng's hand bulged with an unusually terrifying arc, as if they were about to tear his bones apart. "If it wasn't you, then who else could it be?"

Sang Yuwan glanced sideways, her expression unchanged as she swept her gaze over the crowd, and casually uttered a name, "Chen Yilin."

Bo Yuheng's heart rate increased significantly in an instant.

Everyone was surprised.

Sang Yuwan's cold lips curled up almost imperceptibly. "Second Uncle, let's leave it at that for today. I'll settle things with you properly in a few days."

Bo Yuheng's eyelids drooped, his brows furrowed instantly, and a few shallow lines appeared on his forehead, filled with deep anger.

Fang Yi's facial muscles seemed to freeze for a moment, and her entire expression became unusually solemn. Her eyes, which were originally full of jealousy, were now frozen in a moment of astonishment, incredulous.

Everyone looked on incredulously.

Sang Yuwan then began to walk towards the door.

Xian Si and the Ming family's bodyguards helped Bo Qingmei walk behind her.

Bo Qingmei was too weak; every step she took seemed to be walking on cotton.

Her body seemed shrouded in an invisible mist, her face as pale as the first snow of winter, her steps growing heavier and heavier, each step a struggle against her own body.

Bo Yuheng's lips were taut, and his eyes were heavy with gloom.

When Bo Qingmei passed by him, his eyelids twitched twice.

"..." Bo Qingmei glanced at him, opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

“Light eyebrows…”

Bo Yuheng's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, carrying an indescribable pain and weakness. His eyes were empty and confused, as if they had lost focus, and for a moment, childhood memories surged through his mind.

He was eight years old that year.

The father, Bo Lanzhi, brought home a three-year-old girl.

"Yuanshan, Yuheng, Hanshan, from today onwards, she is your younger sister Qingmei. You must take good care of her."

Six-year-old Bo Hanshan was indignant, his face full of disgust, "She's not our sister..."

"Hanshan," Bo Lanzhi interrupted angrily, "I say she is, and she is. If you dare to say such things again, go kneel in the ancestral hall."

Bo Hanshan wanted to argue back, but fifteen-year-old Bo Yuanshan covered his mouth.

“Qingmei, this is your eldest brother Yuanshan, your second brother Yuheng, and your third brother Hanshan…”

Bo Lanzhi introduced them one by one.

"Hello, Second Brother, I am Qingmei..." A childish voice faintly reached Bo Yuheng's ears.