Chapter 1133: Concealing the News of Death

Qiao Airu pulled her daughter behind her and said to Bo Yanching, “Yanqing, Aunt Qiao doesn’t mean anything else.

Not many people are invited to the funeral.

Your grandfather had already given strict orders; one invitation per person.

The invitation states the time; it ends at 11 o’clock, after which your father will be laid to rest.

Don’t rush to start any trouble.

I think these people just don’t recognize you, which is why they’re stopping you.

Why don’t you call your grandfather and have a word?

After all—”

“After all, this is your father’s funeral, making a scene is not good.”

Don’t recognize me?

Heh.

If they really didn’t recognize me, their expressions wouldn’t be so evasive right in front of me.

The invitations are all aimed at him.

“Aunt Qiao, when did you learn about my father’s death?”

Qiao Airu was taken aback for a moment, “Four days ago.”

Four days ago.

But Bo Mu definitely didn’t die four days ago.

Most likely, after Bo Yanching left Capital City, Bo Mu met with misfortune within a day or two.

The Bo Family kept the funeral a secret, concealing Bo Mu’s death.

If Bo Yuman hadn’t suddenly returned home and sensed something amiss with the atmosphere, she wouldn’t have forced the truth out.

Bo Yuman disagreed with a hasty burial and immediately demanded an autopsy.

Old Master Bo didn’t agree and exploded with anger, even confining Bo Yuman.

But Bo Yuman was also a tough one and directly escalated the matter to her immediate superior.

Bo Mu’s identity was special; although he wasn’t military personnel, he had always been a coach for the national swimming team, leading athletes to win numerous world gold medals.

He rose to fame in middle age and has been illustrious ever since.

Anyone who knows a little about sports news knows about Bo Mu.

He represented the country’s image.

His passing can’t be so aggrieved.

Therefore, an influential figure intervened, and nearly a week after his death, Bo Mu finally had his funeral.

Bo Yanching received a call from Bo Yuman three days ago when he was driving.

He forgot to connect Bluetooth and directly put his phone to his ear.

Because he was too shocked, his mind went blank for a moment, and a truck coming his way suddenly sped up and crashed towards him.

After waking up from surgery, Bo Yanching tried to contact Bo Yuman, but he couldn’t get through no matter how he tried.

With no other choice, he contacted Song Yuan.

Only then did Song Yuan wait for him at the funeral entrance.

“Yanqing,” Qiao Airu said, “have your two friends act quickly.

If they keep fighting, it might disturb your dad…”

“They recognize me.”

Bo Yanching’s expression chilled, his gaze cold, “Xu Shu.”

Xu Shu was holding someone, intending to let him go, but the man realized it and swung a punch at his face.

Hearing Bo Yanching’s shout, Xu Shu tilted his head to dodge and glanced at the man, chuckled, “Sorry about that, heavy hands, you’ll have to bear with it.”

As he finished speaking, he kicked the man in the stomach.

The man’s entire body flew out, crashing open the door.

The person who suddenly fell inside knocked over the paper effigies set up in the funeral hall, and the momentum hadn’t stopped yet, colliding with several guests.

The scene turned chaotic.

Bo Yanching had Xu Shu and Mo Tingshen support him from both sides as he walked in.

He walked slowly, the commotion at the door startled the guests, as well as the Bo family members.

By the time Bo Yanching reached inside the mourning hall, in front of the wall with Bo Mu’s black-and-white photo, the Bo family members had suddenly gathered around from all directions.

Presiding over this funeral was Bo Family Eldest Branch’s son, Bo Li.

Also Bo Yanching’s uncle.

He wore a stern face and said angrily, “Yanqing, what are you making a fuss about?

This is a funeral, not a place for you to act out.

Do you want your second brother to be unable to rest in peace even in death!”