Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

The people from the second and third rooms took a deep breath, their eyes filled with shock.

Fang Yi's heart beat faster and she looked at Bo Yuheng.

Sure enough, she guessed correctly.

The woman sitting on the ground was really Bo Yuanshan’s lover.

Judging from what Ning Xiner said, she had been living in the Bo family before.

In this case, it is impossible for Bo Yuheng not to know her.

Fang Yi was slightly stunned, with a hint of confusion and a little inexplicable anger in her eyes.

Bo Yuheng seemed to care a lot about this woman.

Could it be that he also liked her?

Thinking of this, Fang Yi was so angry that she almost bit her lip.

Ning Wanzhen looked up in shock, her eyes were red and her brows were filled with endless anger.

She slowly raised her right hand and pointed at Ning Xiner, her fingers trembling, "Xiner, you..."

Ning Xiner took two steps towards Sang Yuwan, her eyes full of contempt, "Sang Yuwan, tell me, am I right?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes were dark and her face was cold. "You said she is a member of the Bo family. Others may not know, but Second Uncle should know very well. You might as well ask him."

Such a sentence was like a grenade, thrown heavily into Bo Yuheng's arms.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Fang Yi felt a surge of panic in her heart, her fingertips almost piercing her palms. Her lips turned a shade paler.

Bo Yuheng's eyes darkened and became more sinister.

He looked at Bo Qingmei, who was sitting against the pillar, with bulging temples on both sides.

Bo Qingmei just raised her head.

Their eyes met.

Bo Qingmei lightly raised the corners of his lips, as if smiling.

Fang Yi saw this scene and couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in her heart. She frowned and gritted her teeth, "Master, the master of the family is asking you a question?"

Bo Yuheng's gaze shifted, his expression cold and hard.

Fang Yi shuddered, took a deep breath, and turned her head away quickly.

Sang Yuwan threw the question to Bo Yuheng, but did not relax. Instead, she gave Xian Si a wink.

Xiansi nodded at her.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, a faint curve forming on the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were filled with mystery.

Bo Yuheng remained silent, and everyone became increasingly nervous, almost holding their breath.

Fang Yi's emotions were fluctuating. She stared at Bo Qingmei, her eyes almost spitting fire.

She took a deep breath and spoke again, "Master, you..."

"Just try saying one more word." Bo Yuheng's face was gloomy, veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Fang Yi stamped her feet in anger and clenched her teeth.

Seeing this, Sang Yuwan curled her lips coldly and said, "Second Uncle, whether it is or not, just say it directly."

Bo Yuheng's eyes darkened, his expression darkening. He looked at Bo Qingmei and said in a low voice, "No."

Fang Yi looked at him in disbelief, her anger growing stronger.

A woman's natural intuition.

She felt that Bo Yuheng was lying.

Ning Xiner's eyelids twitched, and her face flushed instantly, "Aren't you lying with your eyes open?"

Bo Yuheng's face was grim, his eyes as fierce as a wild beast's, "How dare you! You bastard!"

Ning Xiner's heart skipped a beat, a surge of rage rising from her feet to her head, her face flushed red as if blood were dripping out. Her mind buzzed, and she lost all her rationality.

She walked up to Bo Qingmei, grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground.

Xian Si hurriedly supported Bo Qingmei's other arm.

She pursed her lips with her eyebrows, straightened her back with all her strength, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

Ning Xiner pulled her closer to Bo Yuheng.

Xian Si frowned.

Ning Xiner used too much force, and Bo Qingmei took two steps forward.

"Bo Yuheng, open your eyes wide and take a good look. Who is she?"

Bo Yuheng's face was gloomy and he shouted angrily,

Ning Xiner's eyes widened, her chest heaving violently. She stared at Bo Yuheng's gloomy face and raised her voice.

"You really don't know her? She's your sister... Bo Qingmei..."

She bit out the last word of the name, word by word, between her teeth.

"Bo Qingmei?!" Fang Yi's breathing stagnated and she took two steps back. "She is Bo Qingmei!"

"No way. Isn't Bo Qingmei dead?" Some people from the second and third houses vaguely knew something about Bo Qingmei. Upon hearing this, they were all shocked.

Such a sentence was like a sudden storm, instantly sweeping every corner of the ancestral hall.

It was like a silent earthquake, causing everyone's breathing to fluctuate violently and making it difficult to calm down.

The hall of the ancestral hall, filled with the aroma of incense, was silent for a moment.

Wisps of smoke rose like gossamer, dancing slowly in the air. They burst from the incense burner, carrying a faint woody or herbal aroma. As the breeze blew, the fragrance filled the air, and the temperature inexplicably dropped a few degrees.

zizi——

The slight sound of the incense sticks exploding can be clearly heard.

Time seemed to freeze. The world before my eyes lost its former color and vitality, becoming blurry and distant.

Bo Yuheng's heart suddenly tightened, as if gripped by an invisible hand. The pain and shock intertwined, making it almost impossible to breathe. A chill shot straight up from his spine to the top of his head, making every inch of his skin feel an unprecedented shock.

Ning Wanzhen, kneeling on the ground, felt a sharp piercing pain in her eardrums, and her vision instantly went black. She clung to the edge of the futon with both hands to prevent herself from falling.

Then, an indescribable feeling of confusion began to spread. My body trembled unconsciously, my hands clenched into fists, my nails digging deep into my palms, but I felt no pain. Tears welled up in my eyes, not from sadness, but from the sudden, indescribable shock.

At this moment, she felt a little regretful.

I should have listened to Sang Yuwan and not left Ning Xiner behind.

This Ning Xiner is a disaster.

Once Bo Qingmei's background is exposed, Bo Xingzhi's background will no longer be hidden.

If the Bo family knew that Bo Xingzhi was not her son, not only would she lose face, but everything in the eldest wife's hands would also be lost.

According to the Bo family rules, illegitimate children have no right to inherit anything.

Ning Wanzhen took two deep breaths, her vision still blurry.

She looked at Sang Yuwan, her facial muscles twitching. "Master, Xin'er is making up stories. Please punish her severely according to the family rules."

"Auntie!" Ning Xiner shouted.

Ning Wanzhen gritted her teeth, her eyes thick with anger. "I don't have a niece like you. After this punishment, get out of here as far as you can."

Ning Xiner's eyes tightened, her face grim. "Aunt, the truth will eventually come out. Some things can be concealed for a while, but not forever."

She paused, looked at Bo Qingmei, and spoke again, "Everyone, take a good look at this face. Doesn't anyone think that my cousin looks a lot like her?"

Bo Qingmei also began to experience a storm in her heart.

Fear, panic, helplessness, these emotions surged like a tide, and she seemed to be caught in an endless whirlpool, with everything around her moving away from her.

But she was powerless to struggle and could only allow this force to devour her.