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

Ning Xiner's heart suddenly sank, and she blurted out, "What happened between you and Bo Yuanshan cannot be made public. Naturally, your information has been erased by the Bo family."

Sang Yuwan said coldly, "Ning Xiner, I advise you to think carefully before you speak."

Ning Xiner's heart tightened, and her back began to feel a burning pain again, as if countless tiny needles were constantly piercing and pulling out. Every breath affected the wound, making the pain double.

"I have witnesses who can prove that I am not lying.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, his expression dignified, as if surrounded by an inviolable aura. The determination and depth revealed between his brows made people feel awe.

Those quiet eyes were calm and sharp, as if they could see through people's hearts. Even the most cunning soul would feel exposed when they looked directly at them.

She looked at Ning Xiner, spoke each word with a cold tone, "Where is the witness?"

Ning Xiner's breathing slowed, becoming rapid and shallow. She clenched her fists, her knuckles white from the strain, as if she were concentrating all her anxiety within that small space. Beads of sweat covered her forehead. Her chest heaved.

"He'll be here soon."

Sang Yuwan's face was cold and serious. "Ning Xiner, the witness you're talking about, could it be Shen Yilin?"

Ning Xiner's heart was shocked, her pupils widened, and she looked at her in disbelief, "How did you know?"

Sang Yuwan exuded a majestic, cold, and sharp aura. "I also know that in order to obtain your aunt's shares, you colluded with Shen Yilin. You even sold out your own dignity."

Ning Xiner's face turned pale instantly, and the hand that was holding Bo Qingmei suddenly loosened, "You...you..."

Bo Yuheng frowned, his eyes grim.

Fang Yi was still full of doubts and looked very unhappy.

The others looked stunned.

Sang Yuwan continued, "Ning Xiner, you criticized the elders of my Bo family. If I don't punish you, all the ancestors of the Bo family will not let me go."

She paused for a moment and said sternly, "Come here, follow the family rules and give me three strokes of the cane."

"Yes, Master." The servant took the whip from the Ming family bodyguard and swung it hard at Ning Xiner's back.

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

She subconsciously clenched her teeth, trying to use her willpower to resist the pain that was almost swallowing her, but her body's instinctive reaction betrayed her.

Her hands were shaking, and she staggered back several times before slowly standing.

Some people from the second and third rooms covered their eyes.

Fang Yi's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Even Bo Yuheng's pupils shrank slightly.

"Go on." Sang Yuwan emphasized.

"Yes."

The servant swung the whip again.

"Ah... poof..."

Ning Xiner, who had just managed to stand, shook her body violently twice, and a fishy-sweet taste surged in her throat.

next second.

A mouthful of blood splattered on the tall pillar.

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

Everyone frowned, and some even felt nauseous.

Including the whipping from Bo Yuheng before, Ning Xiner had been whipped three times in total.

There was a crack on her back, revealing a bright red scar, which was slowly oozing blood, looking extremely terrifying.

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

"You...you vicious woman..." Ning Xiner took a deep breath, her lips trembling.

She had a lot to say in her heart, but the fishy and sweet taste came up and blocked her throat.

The Ming family servant grabbed her arm and took her away.

Sang Yuwan watched her leave with a cold expression, "Second Uncle, do you have anything else to say?"

Bo Yuheng's face turned gray and gloomy, "What are you going to do with this woman?"

When Fang Yi heard this, her heart tightened again and she stared straight at Bo Qingmei, who had a pale face.

At this moment, Bo Qingmei curled her fingers slightly.

Sang Yuwan turned sideways, half of her face hidden in the dim light, and said, "Second uncle, there's no need to worry about this."

Bo Yuheng lowered his eyes, a dark haze in them that seemed to drown her. "Did you call us here just to expose your father-in-law's scandal that day?"

Sang Yuwan's face remained calm, and her voice was cold, "Second Uncle, are you sure I asked you to come here?"

Everyone was stunned.

The veins on the back of Bo Yuheng's hand bulged out in a terrifying arc, as if they were tearing bones and blood apart. "If it's not you, who else could it be?"

Sang Yuwan glanced sideways, her expression unchanged as she scanned the crowd, then said a name calmly, "Shen Yilin."

Bo Yuheng's heartbeat instantly quickened.

Everyone was surprised.

The corners of Sang Yuwan's lips curled up slightly, "Uncle, today's matter ends here. I'll come back to settle things with you in a few days."

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

The muscles on Fang Yi's face seemed to freeze in an instant, and her entire expression became unusually solemn. Her eyes, once filled with jealousy, now seemed frozen in a moment of astonishment and disbelief.

Everyone looked incredulous.

Sang Yuwan then began to walk towards the door.

Xian Si and the Ming family bodyguard supported Bo Qingmei and walked behind her.

Bo Qingmei was too weak, and every step she took felt like she was stepping on cotton.

Her body seemed to be shrouded in an invisible mist, her face as pale as the first snow in winter, her steps becoming heavier and heavier, each step seemed like a difficult struggle with her body.

Bo Yuheng's lips were straight and his eyes were filled 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.

"Qingmei..."

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

That year, he was eight years old.

Father Bo Lanzhi brought back a three-year-old girl.

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

The six-year-old Bo Hanshan was indignant and disgusted, "She is not our sister..."

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

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

"Qingmei, this is your eldest brother Yuanshan, second brother Yuheng, and third brother Hanshan..."

Bo Lanzhi introduced them one by one.

"Hello, second brother, I'm Qingmei..." A childish voice faintly came to Bo Yuheng's ears.