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"Xiaoyan, tell me the truth, do I not have much time left?"

Bo Siheng suppressed his heartache and forced a relaxed expression on his face.

He didn't want to accept this ending, yet he knew perfectly well that he couldn't escape the shackles of fate.

"Why do you think so?"

He Yan was stunned for a moment upon hearing his words.

Was Bo Siheng stunned by this sudden event? Although the poison of the Netherworld Grass is potent, it is not difficult to cure, and she arrived in time, so the poison had not invaded his heart and lungs.

It's just that he already had cold toxins in his body, so they affected each other.

This added to the burden of her treatment, which was nearing its end.

But it just takes a little more time.

"You'll be fine. I promised Grandma I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

He Yan was simply stating the facts; she wasn't trying to comfort her.

She understood that Bo Siheng's fear of life stemmed from his feeling that he still had many things left to do.

The heavy burden he carried was no less than his own.

"Well, I believe you."

Bo Siheng curled his lips, but his smile seemed somewhat forced.

He felt that He Yan just didn't want to panic, but he knew the truth in his heart.

It was all too late; he had missed the last train of luck.

Moreover, it seems there will be no result for He Yiyi as well.

"Xiaoyan, I will get better as soon as possible. I have a lot to do and I can't let Grandma worry."

Bo Siheng pretended not to know anything and instead comforted He Yan.

He couldn't let her be sad too.

"Of course, I'll bring you good fortune! Just like we said when we got married."

He Yan smiled brightly, wanting to tell Bo Siheng that she would take full responsibility for him, including for his health.

Once he recovers, she wants to try what it's like to be in a relationship.

Bo Siheng raised his hand and touched He Yan's temple.

She is so young and lovely, radiating the vibrant energy of youth.

We shouldn't waste the best years of our lives on someone who died young.

"My lady is my lucky star!"

Bo Siheng was reluctant to part with her, but dared not show it in the slightest, for fear of affecting He Yan.

She should be innocent and carefree, shining brightly in her own world.

He must let go of the contract he made when they got married, even if it comes down to that day.

He must divorce her before he dies.

This is to protect her.

"Xiaoyan, I want to go home to recuperate; it's not convenient here."

Bo Siheng knew he was running out of time, but he still had many things to resolve: to eliminate all the hidden dangers in the Bo family, to ensure his grandmother was no longer threatened, and to notarize his will to guarantee He Yan's future.

He knew that his sudden departure would disappoint many people.

But when death came knocking, he had no choice but to accept it.

So he wanted to arrange everything in his final days.

"Okay, I'll go find a doctor to give you another check-up. Once we're sure there's nothing wrong, you can go home."

He Yan immediately got up and walked out.

She knew that Bo Siheng was indeed not safe here.

It cannot be ruled out that the person who secretly poisoned him will strike again, and it would be convenient for her to take care of him at home.

Bo Siheng watched He Yan's retreating figure, then closed his eyes in anguish. The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in his heart.

How can he force himself to let go?

Can't do it at all.

***

Today's Beijing news headlines were dominated by Bo Siheng vomiting blood in public.

Everyone was filled with curiosity and wanted to find out the truth.

"There's still no news coming out. Could it be that Mr. Bo is really on his deathbed? Wouldn't that plunge the Bo family into turmoil and division? I wonder who will take over after that?"

"Who else can take over? Master Bo has no children, so I think the position will probably go to Second Master Bo!"

"The rumors from before were indeed true!"

Various opinions filled the internet, some were just watching the drama unfold, while others were analyzing it.

Reporters saw a potential breaking news story and even brought up previous news reports about Bo Xilai's serious illness.

Some of the doubts were actually made by Jiang Lu on purpose. He always felt that the biggest suspect was Bo Yuanzhou, and he did this to test him and try to trick him into revealing himself.

Of course, there are also some people who know the truth, such as Li Guanghui and He Yiyi.

As the instigators, they are also looking forward to what will happen next.

"The Bo family has blocked all information, so we know nothing."

He Yiyi also saw the news and was both excited and thrilled.

She had mixed feelings. On one hand, she was angry that Bo Siheng was so oblivious and insisted on siding with He Yan, forcing her to make the decision to take action. On the other hand, she felt a sense of pleasure in controlling his life and death.

"Let's wait and see. They can't hide it for long; they'll have to announce it eventually."

Li Guanghui narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with malice.

He guessed that the Bo family was already in chaos, but they were keeping the news under wraps for fear of unsettling people.

Even if those quack doctors can temporarily suppress Bo Siheng's poison, they can't cure it.

Ultimately, we will still be at their mercy.

Even if He Yan is a descendant of a divine physician, she would still be overwhelmed with problems.

"Go and sound them out tomorrow, and I'll find a way to lure He Yan away and create an opportunity for you. As long as you let them know you can cure her, everything will fall into place!"

"I understand. I will definitely seize this opportunity to take down Master Bo in one fell swoop!"

He Yiyi's once beautiful face had become grotesque.

She was obsessed with winning against He Yan.

the other side.

He Yan brought Bo Siheng back to the Bo family villa.

Although he was in great pain, he kept up the act and didn't let anyone see it.

The first thing he did when he got home was to call Jiang Lu and Zhong Wenqian over.

"Si Heng, are you alright?"

Jiang Lu looked delighted, but seeing that Bo Siheng didn't seem too relaxed, her heart sank.

Zhong Wenqian didn't dare to say anything rashly, only feeling that the atmosphere was very uneasy.

"Let me take a look at it for you first!"

He went over to take Bo Siheng's pulse, but his brows furrowed.

Bo Siheng is very weak because she was poisoned by the Netherworld Grass. Although He Yan helped her clear some of the poison, there are still residual cold toxins, so her complexion is not good.

The pulse that Zhong Wenqian can feel now is a mixture of two residual toxins.

"Mr. Bo, your health..."

It conveys a sense of utter exhaustion and depletion.

But he didn't dare to say it.

“I know my own body. I’ve been feeling very unwell for more than two months now. Today’s accident is the culprit that triggered the cold poison. I know I don’t have much time left.”

Bo Siheng's eyes were now tinged with a bluish-gray hue due to the Netherworld Poison.

He still had the medicine bottle hanging from his hand, but he didn't feel comforted at all.

"I can only trust the two of you. If I am really gone one day, A-Lu, do not hesitate to immediately carry out the plan I arranged to deal with Bo Yuanzhou, and eliminate any future troubles."

And Xiaoyan, I'll file for divorce from her tomorrow. This is to protect her rights. If she doesn't agree, I'll apply for enforcement. I have a will in my safe; you can give it to her then.

Despite the double blow to his body and mind, Bo Siheng said words that pierced his heart.

He was facing the prospect of separation by death, and he couldn't selfishly leave her behind.

"This is the last thing I can do for her."