Chapter 9 - Ziqi's Death Was an Accident!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Just as the family was about to move to the dining room, the butler came over with a gift box and said ingratiatingly, “This is a special gift for you, Madam. I wonder which family it’s from.”

Delighted, Madam Bo could hardly wait to open it. “It’s obvious that the person didn’t send it for no reason. We’ll most likely have to give that person something in return.”

The Old Madam already understood her daughter-in-law’s tricks, so she secretly rolled her eyes and continued drinking her tea.

Su Ruanruan was curious as to what kind of gift it was that made Madam Bo so happy. Hence, she paid close attention to it.

The moment Madam Bo opened the gift box, her face turned pale and her lips trembled unnaturally. She flung the gift almost half a meter away.

Bo Jingyuan screamed and Bo Jingse turned away.

Su Ruanruan’s expression changed as well. She clenched her fists and secretly looked at Bo Jingyan, who was sitting there calmly with a sneer on his lips.

“Take this thing away! Take it away!” Madam Bo’s voice was shaky and incoherent.

Bo Mingyuan was also shocked. He immediately ordered the servants to take the dirty thing away and turned to comfort his wife.

At this moment, the servant took out a card from the gift box and handed it to Bo Mingyuan. He narrowed his eyes. The card read: “Next time, I don’t mind giving Jingyuan to you, Madam!”

Bo Jingyuan froze, then rolled her eyes and fainted. The servants immediately carried her away.

Bo Mingyuan flew into a rage. “How dare you! Do we live in a lawless society?”

He stood up and was about to call the police when his wife grabbed his arm. She was wailing. “Mingyuan, I beg you. I have only one child left. I don’t want to lose her.”

Bo Mingyuan hesitated.

Just then, the old lady who had been drinking tea asked shrewdly, “Meiyu, what bad things have you done? Why did that person only threaten you?”

Madam Bo was speechless.

Bo Mingyuan stared at his wife before shifting his gaze to his eldest son, who was sitting on the sofa, looking elegant and noble. There was a mocking gaze in his eyes.

All of a sudden, Bo Mingyuan lost all his strength. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, “Meiyu, Ziqi’s death was an accident! Don’t force me to make a choice.”

Madam Bo was stunned. Her lips trembled as she asked, “Mingyuan, you don’t believe me?”

Bo Mingyuan held her shoulders and said in a heavy tone, “You only need to remember one thing. Jingyan is the only heir of the Imperial View Corporation. It would have been the same even if Ziqi was still alive.”

Madam Bo’s eyes reddened and she left the table angrily.

Although Bo Mingyuan hated her for making a move on his eldest son, he still chased after her to comfort her because she had indeed lost her son.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Madam Bo was bawling on the bed.

Bo Mingyuan pushed the door open and entered. He sat by the bed and pushed her gently. “You’re doing this again!”

Madam Bo continued to cry. “I hate you! Ziqi has only left for a year and you have already forgotten about him! You only care about Bo Jingyan! How could you do this to my Ziqi?”

Bo Mingyuan said helplessly, “Meiyu, I already said that Jingyan has nothing to do with Ziqi’s accident.”

“Then it must have something to do with the Su family, right?” Qi Meiyu’s face was full of tears. “The old lady even brought the Su family’s child here. Isn’t she just making things difficult for me?”

Bo Mingyuan was in a difficult position.

Seeing that he was wavering, Qi Meiyu came over and hugged her husband.

In the heat of the moment, Madam Bo sobbed softly. “Ever since Ruanruan arrived, there hasn’t been peace in our family.”

Bo Mingyuan thought to himself, ‘That seems to be the case.’

Madam Bo tried to curry favor with her husband as well as vent her frustrations on Su Ruanruan’s family.

Bo Mingyuan was very satisfied with being served. He caressed his wife’s face and seemed to be deep in thought. ‘Perhaps that child really shouldn’t stay in our home..’