Chapter 1132: Funeral

Yaen Chi was stunned for a moment, his hands moved even faster than his mind.

After handing over the key, Yaen Chi was afraid she’d floor the gas pedal and leave him behind, so he quickly clung to the car door.

There was no time to walk around to the passenger seat; instead, he opened the back door nearby and got in.

Yaen Chi used voice navigation.

But Nan Jiaojiao didn’t follow the route given by the navigation.

“Jiaojiao, are you nervous?”

Nan Jiaojiao gripped the steering wheel, “No, I’m just going to a place first to grab something.”

“Alright.”

The car stopped at the base of Ye Jun’s apartment building.

After parking, she only then called Ye Jun.

Then, Nan Jiaojiao got out of the car to wait, and before long, Ye Jun arrived.

He was dressed in a suit, as if he was about to go to the office, and handed something to Nan Jiaojiao, but didn’t give it directly.

When Nan Jiaojiao reached out to take it, Ye Jun held onto it and said a few words to her with a serious expression.

Yaen Chi sat inside the car and couldn’t make out what they were saying.

He thought he’d take a look when Nan Jiaojiao got back in the car, but as soon as she did, she stuffed the item into her bag.

Even with quick eyes, Yaen Chi didn’t see clearly.

The car drove to the airport.

Yaen Chi didn’t dare let Nan Jiaojiao fly the plane; he pulled her to sit down, trying to find a chance to speak with her along the way, but she ignored him.

As soon as he spoke, he asked, “What exactly is Bo Yanching going to do?”

Yaen Chi instantly regretted it; he didn’t know how to explain, so he dodged the question with, “You’ll know when we get there.”

Afterward, Nan Jiaojiao completely ignored him.

Capital City.

A hotel under Bo’s name.

Bo Yanching got out of the car, walked straight in, and took the elevator to the designated floor.

Wreaths were arranged from the elevator entrance, stretching almost endlessly.

Hanging at the hall were two white lanterns.

From the outside looking in, the memorial hall was simply decorated.

However, he was stopped from entering.

The ones blocking him were from the Bo Family.

Bo Yanching looked at them coldly, “Move aside.”

“Sorry, you don’t have an invitation, so we can’t let you in.”

“What a joke.” Bo Yanching’s gaze was icy, “Do I need an invitation to attend my father’s funeral?”

Several bodyguards exchanged looks, all pretending not to know him.

“The hosts have regulations, sir, please understand.”

“Third Brother Bo.”

Song Yuan, dressed in a black long dress, holding the arm of Qiao Airu who was also in black, called out softly from afar, then released her mother’s hand and jogged a few steps forward.

“I have an invitation; I’ll take you in.”

Song Yuan took an invitation out of her small black handbag.

Bo Yanching glanced at it and said flatly, “No need.”

“But without this, you can’t get in.

Let me give you mine, you go in.”

Song Yuan tried to hand the invitation to him, but Bo Yanching didn’t accept it.

Song Yuan became anxious, “Third Brother, hurry up and take it; it’ll be too late soon, the funeral is almost over.”

Bo Yanching didn’t say a word.

Behind him, Mo Tingshen and Xu Shu stepped forward a few paces and, without a word, immediately took action.

Xu Shu doesn’t fight as fiercely as Mo Tingshen, leaving some leeway.

However, each of his moves struck the opponent’s pressure points.

Before their opponents understood what was happening, they inexplicably felt all their strength drained and fell to the ground awkwardly.

People inside heard the commotion, and shortly after, more than twenty bodyguards came out and surrounded Bo Yanching and the others.

Song Yuan had never seen such a scene.

She instinctively wanted to hide, but seeing Bo Yanching leaning on his cane, she gritted her teeth and spread her arms to shield him.

Qiao Airu’s face turned with worry, quickly coming over to pull her aside.

“Mom, Third Brother Bo is in danger, let me go…”

“You’re just going to make more trouble!”