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

Bo Yuheng's wife He Qiaoling's heart was pounding and she hurriedly got up to pick it up.

This string of Buddhist beads was obtained by them at Puzhong Temple a year before Bo Yuanshan passed away.

Bo Yuheng took care of it for five years and nothing happened.

There was a sudden break today, and the signs are already apparent.

Seeing this, Bo Yuheng's daughter-in-law Xu Yunxi was about to help, but the man next to her grabbed her.

The Buddhist beads were scattered and many of them had cracks.

The others watched coldly as He Qiaoling picked up the pearls one by one.

Fang Yi couldn't help but sneered, "Second sister-in-law, don't pick it up. You just took 50 million, enough to buy a cart of Buddhist beads like this."

He Qiaoling ignored her, but she was burning with anger.

As a woman, she knew that words could cause trouble. Bo Hanshan's barking was enough to send them to the ancestral hall for a month of self-reflection.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Fang Yi raised her eyes and said "Pooh" in a low voice.

Xu Yunxi couldn't bear it any longer, "Aunt San, what do you mean?"

Fang Yi glared at her, "What did I do?"

Xu Yunxi raised her voice, "You just said to my mother..."

"Shut up." Bo Yuheng interrupted.

Xu Yunxi had no choice but to give up.

Bo Yuheng watched He Qiaoling pick up the Buddhist beads one by one, his eyes becoming more and more sinister.

Unexpectedly, such a big reversal happened in today's scene.

Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi sang in unison, and it was clear that they had written the script long ago.

They cooperated so well, as if they had known each other for a long time.

But that day in the mourning hall was clearly the first time they met.

Bo Yuheng's mind was racing.

There are 21 Buddhist beads. He Qiaoling picked up 19 of them, leaving 2 missing.

She looked carefully and found that the remaining two were at Rong Zhi's feet.

He Qiaoling was stunned.

Rong Zhi drank his tea and seemed not to notice.

He Qiaoling clenched the Buddhist beads tightly in her hand, took a deep breath, and walked over.

She just squatted down and prepared to pick it up.

Rong Zhi lifted his foot and stepped forward again.

"Ah!" He Qiaoling's heart shrank in pain and her fingers suddenly loosened.

The Buddhist beads that had just been picked up fell to the ground again, and the few beads that had cracked before were completely broken into two pieces.

Fang Yi looked at it and felt inexplicably relieved.

Bo Hanshan had a gloomy look on his face.

He Qiaoling's eyes were red with pain, and she looked at her husband with anger, hatred, and grievance, "Master..."

Bo Yuheng flew into a rage, slamming the armrest of his chair hard, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Rongzhi, you're so brave."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes and looked at He Qiaoling who was about to kneel down, surprised, "Second Aunt, what are you doing? You are the elder, I can't afford such a big gift."

He Qiaoling's voice trembled with pain, "You... stepped on my hand..."

Rong Zhi was stunned for a moment, then seemed to react and hurriedly raised his foot, "Second Aunt, when did your hand reach under my feet? I didn't even know it."

Innuendo.

Everyone in the hall could hear him cursing Bo Yuheng.

The corners of Sang Yuwan's cold lips twitched slightly.

It's such a pity that the second master of the Bo family doesn't go into acting.

He Qiaoling didn't know how to respond and her face turned pale.

Xu Yunxi rushed over and helped her up, "Mom..."

He Qiaoling's body was still shaking, her fingers numb from the pain. After sitting down, she looked at the man beside her with red eyes, "Master, you have to look at the owner before you beat the dog. He clearly doesn't take you seriously at all."

Bo Yuheng's temples throbbed violently, his eyes filled with sinister intent. "Rongzhi, apologize."

Rong Zhi raised his lips in a sarcastic smile, "Uncle, don't be impatient. Things always have their priorities. It won't be too late to apologize to Aunt after we finish discussing the serious matters."

Bo Yuheng took two deep breaths, his eyes filled with dark clouds.

Rong Zhi put down the teacup, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly froze, and his black eyes were stained with a thin layer of cold icy mist.

"Second Uncle, how do you explain what Third Uncle just said?"

A hint of a deep and meaningful sneer appeared in Bo Yuheng's eyes. "I didn't receive the 50 million."

Bo Hanshan looked at him in disbelief. "Impossible. Sang Yuwan just said that Wei Xiaobao transferred the remaining 70 million to two people. One is me, and the other is no one else except you."

He was so angry that he didn't care about the rules of the Bo family and called Sang Yuwan by her name.

Sang Yuwan didn't seem to care much.

Bo Yuheng's eyes suddenly swept over, a look of ferocity and bloodlust like a wounded beast. "Then ask her, into whose account did the 50 million yuan go?"

Bo Hanshan's head buzzed and the muscles on his face contracted.

He looked at Sang Yuwan and asked, "Who did you transfer it to?"

Sang Yuwan curled her lips coolly, "Sixth sister."

"What?!" Bo Hanshan was struck by lightning and his mind went blank.

Fang Yi opened her eyes wide, "Impossible..."

Bo Xinglan was completely stunned.

When did I receive 50 million?

Everyone in the second house breathed a sigh of relief. He Qiaoling retorted, "So it was Third Brother himself who was behind this. He's asking for 80 million for just one photo. That's really a ridiculous amount."

At the end, he even gave Sang Yuwan a false compliment, "You guys are so unscrupulous because you calculated that the Patriarch would be forced to compromise for the sake of the Bo family's reputation."

Fang Yi stamped her feet in anger, "This was clearly Second Brother's idea. It's not that easy to clear yourself from it."

"The head of the family said that she only recognizes evidence, not people. If you have the guts, produce the evidence. Otherwise, you are framing your own brother, which is an even greater crime." He Qiaoling was furious and bombarded her with anger.

Fang Yi's eyes almost popped out, "You..."

The noise was so loud that Sang Yuwan felt a headache coming on. He slammed the table and interrupted angrily, "That's enough."

The hall fell silent again.

The night wind blew in and the air condensed into ice.

Sang Yuwan glanced at everyone, her cold gaze falling on Bo Yuheng's face, "Second Uncle, even though you didn't take a penny, it doesn't mean that you are innocent in this matter."

The people in the second room felt nervous and looked at her together.

Bo Yuheng gave her a meaningful smile and said, "Tell me, what did you find out?"

Sang Yuwan smiled and said, "Second Uncle, I have found out a lot of things. Which one do you want to hear?"

Bo Yuheng's fingers suddenly tightened and his breathing became a little heavy.

He was right, she came well prepared.

A hint of anger flashed across Bo Yuheng's eyes, "Let's talk about Wei Xiaobao first."

Sang Yuwan looked at Rong Zhi, "Second Master, you speak."

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows, "Second Uncle, who is Yu Yang to you?"

The people in the second room were all stunned.

Yu Yang is He Qiaoling's nephew.

Bo Yuheng's heart sank, and dark clouds gathered in his eyes. "Who is he to me? What does he have to do with this?"

Rong Zhi said, "The photo of Sixth Sister and Second Young Master Ming on the bed was given to Wei Xiaobao by Yu Yang."

Bo Yuheng said calmly, "That doesn't prove that I have anything to do with this matter."

Rong Zhi's expression grew colder, "Second Uncle, you won't cry until you see the coffin. Minglang, bring the person up."