Chapter 250 If you don't hand it over, I'll reveal Bo Xingzhi's background.

After sitting quietly for a while, Sang Yuwan took the crumpled death report and slowly tore it open.

The three characters “薄行止” were particularly jarring.

Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, and she put the unfolded death report into the document safe.

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The sun was setting.

The afterglow lazily spilled across the earth, draping everything in a soft and warm golden coat, as if it were nature's last gift before sunset.

After replying to the last email, Sang Yuwan shut down her computer.

After sitting in the chair for a few minutes, I grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand and slowly stood up.

She glanced out the window.

The sky was no longer the bright blue of daytime, but gradually darkened, with a faint gray-blue outline on the edges of the clouds as they moved slowly.

Night falls.

A sense of freshness and tranquility filled the air, with the occasional chirping of birds returning to their nests.

Sang Yuwan's lips tightened as she walked out.

She was about to go downstairs for some exercise when she heard hurried footsteps as soon as she stepped onto the stairs.

"Sister-in-law, Aunt is back." Bo Xinglan held onto the wooden railing with one hand and covered her chest with the other, slightly out of breath.

Sang Yuwan frowned. "Why are you panicking?"

Bo Xinglan swallowed hard, her voice tense, "Second Uncle is here too..."

Sang Yuwan said coldly, "What's he doing here?"

A hint of doubt appeared in Bo Xinglan's eyes. "I don't know." After a pause, she added, "My second uncle came in with my eldest aunt. And as soon as he came in, he said he wanted to see you."

Sang Yuwan's pretty face tightened slightly, and a cold smile appeared on her lips. "I was just about to go find him, and he delivered himself to my doorstep."

Bo Xinglan froze, her eyes widening slightly.

Sang Yuwan's gaze turned cold as she looked at the steps and slowly descended the stairs.

Bo Xinglan stood there for a few seconds before walking behind her.

As Sang Yuwan descended to the first floor, the butler immediately went to greet her, "Master, the Old Madam and the Second Master have arrived."

"Hmm." Sang Yuwan's face was icy cold, she didn't even open her mouth, but let out a low sound.

The housekeeper saw Bo Xinglan behind her and understood.

Sang Yuwan's expression clearly showed that Bo Xinglan had already told her.

He took two steps back and instructed his servants to prepare tea.

Sang Yuwan walked to the living room on the first floor with a stern expression. When she saw Ning Wanzhen and Bo Yuheng sitting on the sofa, her eyes darkened slightly.

She stood there, looking down at him, and spoke in a cold voice, "Mom, Second Uncle, what's going on here...?"

Ning Wanzhen curled her fingers and looked up at her. "Your second uncle needs to talk to you."

Sang Yuwan's expression turned cold. "It's rare. My second uncle took the initiative to contact me."

Bo Yuheng sensed the sarcasm in her words, a deep crease appeared between his brows, and his eyes darkened.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Sang Yuwan, "There are no outsiders here, stop pretending."

Sang Yuwan's eyes were sharp and deep, like the brightest star in the dark night sky. She curled her lips into a smile, her voice cold, "Second Uncle, please watch your tone."

After saying that, she walked to the sofa and sat down, her posture haughty.

Bo Yuheng's chest heaved noticeably, and the veins on his forehead bulged prominently. After a few seconds, he said coldly, "Give me what Bo Qingmei gave you."

Ning Wanzhen's eyelids twitched, and her fingertips pressed hard against her palm.

Her brows were furrowed, and a barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of her lips, a smile that concealed a sharpness and anger that no one could tell.

Although Bo Qingmei is dead, she still wants to be like Yin Ci, deeply embedded in Ning Wanzhen's heart.

The butler brought over the tea.

The living room suddenly fell silent.

The butler carefully placed the tea in front of them, then bowed and withdrew.

He also ordered all the servants to stay far away from the ground.

She also specifically reminded Bo Xinglan that it would be best to go back to her own room.

Having managed affairs in the Bo family for so many years, his insight is far superior to that of the average person.

Sang Yuwan placed a cushion behind her lower back, her expression cold. "Heh. Second Uncle, on what grounds are you saying this to me?"

Bo Yuheng looked at her, a hint of crimson rising in his eyes. "I'll ask you one more time: are you going to give it to me or not?"

Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, her eyes sharp and cold as knives. Her delicate features were frosty, and she exuded a chilling aura.

Her voice was as cold as ice, "Why should I take back what she gave me?"

Bo Yuheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes were about to spit fire. "Stop talking nonsense and take it out now."

Sang Yuwan's dark eyes cast shadows, and the cold smile that curled at the corner of her lips sent chills down one's spine. Her voice, hardened by ice, was deep and powerful, each word clear and distinct, conveying an unquestionable authority.

"Second Uncle, if you keep talking like that, don't blame me for being impolite."

Bo Yuheng's emotions completely erupted, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with ruthlessness. "Sang Yuwan, I'll give you one more chance. If you know what's good for you, hand over the stuff. Otherwise, I'll make sure you suffer eternal damnation."

"Second Uncle, what a big mouth you have." Sang Yuwan raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of disdain and contempt. "The one who will be doomed forever is you."

Ning Wanzhen, who was standing to the side, was terrified.

Her eyes would flicker involuntarily, like a candle flame swaying in the night, weak and uneasy. Her pupils dilated slightly, reflecting the distorted images of the surrounding scenery, every movement was unconsciously magnified, and an indescribable tension filled the air.

She originally didn't want to come back. Bo Yuheng threatened her, saying that if she didn't listen to him, he would reveal Bo Xingzhi's true identity.

By then, she will have lost all face, not only facing criticism from the Bo family but also ridicule from others. She might even lose her current position within the Bo family.

Ning Wanzhen took a deep breath, hesitated for a few seconds, and nervously said, "Wanwan, second brother, please don't do this. Let's talk this out."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's voice tightened, "Mom, did he blackmail you?"

"No...no..." Ning Wanzhen hurriedly denied.

Her breathing became rapid and shallow, her chest heaving like a small boat on a wave, each breath accompanied by a tremor, as if even the air itself had become cold and heavy.

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Mom, have you forgotten that this is the main house?"

These words were a reminder to Ning Wanzhen.

She is the true head of the Bo family.

"I..." Ning Wanzhen's hands clenched unconsciously, her knuckles turning white from the force, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if searching for something to lean on, but in the end she could only hold onto the hem of her clothes tightly.

Bo Yuheng's anger erupted, his ferocious features seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud, his eyes flashed with burning fury, his pupils contracted, revealing an undeniable determination and power.

He breathed heavily, the veins on his forehead bulging like jagged rocks in the mountains, revealing the turbulent emotions within him. His lips were pressed into a tight line, or trembled slightly, betraying the waves of anger he was trying so hard to suppress.

“Sang Yuwan, if you don’t hand over the things, I will reveal Bo Xingzhi’s background.”

"You dare!"

A cold, indifferent male voice drifted over.