Chapter 1138: Meian Cemetery

“Isn’t that Master Deng…”

“She’s actually Elder Bo’s daughter-in-law!”

“I heard she was married to Second Master Bo, but never heard of Deng Chan getting close to Bo Yanching, so the stepmother-stepchild relationship should be bad.”

But looking at it, it seems nothing of the sort.

One is respectful, the other’s eyes full of comfort.

With Deng Chan suppressing him and Bo Yanching personally instructing, the bodyguards no longer considered Elder Bo, “inviting” him away.

No matter how he shouted, they all acted deaf, pretending not to hear.

“Open the coffin.”

At Deng Chan’s command, a group of bodyguards pried open the coffin.

However, the coffin was empty.

Only a set of Bo Mu’s clothes remained.

“Where’s the body!”

Deng Chan’s hands were braced against the coffin’s edge.

At the moment the lid was pried open, she showed no fear of the haunting scene she might see, the longing and pain in her eyes barely contained, but when she saw only clothes, those emotions receded entirely, turning into uncontrollable anger.

Suddenly, she slapped the coffin edge, clenching her anger as she walked over to the now composed Elder Bo.

“Where is Bo Mu?!”

Elder Bo raised his head, “How dare you!

What kind of attitude is this!”

“I treat you as you are worth, never respected you since I came into this family, if you properly hand over Bo Mu to me, I’ll spare you some dignity, otherwise—”

“Otherwise, what will you do, what can you dare do to me!”

Elder Bo seemed to have anticipated Deng Chan’s attitude, but he didn’t expect her to dare show him such disrespect in front of the guests.

Speaking with such a superior tone.

What kind of look was that!

Did she want to eat him alive!

Deng Chan gritted her teeth, “You old thing, I—”

“Aunt Chan!”

Bo Yanching seized Deng Chan’s hand, tugging lightly, shaking his head subtly at her.

Deng Chan stared at him, trying her best to calm herself.

Regardless of whether Elder Bo was decent, behind him stood the whole Bo Family.

If things turned ugly, it would be Deng Chan who suffered.

“Fine, fine, fine…”

Deng Chan took a few deep breaths, closed her eyes, then reopened them.

Her eyes were red from tears welling up, she forced a smile that didn’t appear, but her expression softened significantly.

“Dad, where is Bo Mu, exactly?

Is he in a mortuary or already buried, please tell me.

As his wife, I should send him off without any lingering attachments.”

Elder Bo’s brow furrowed, then eased a little.

After some consideration, he said, “He’s buried, three days ago, at Meian Cemetery.”

Deng Chan staggered a bit, finding it hard to accept such a massive blow, or perhaps because she had been holding it in all along, until she heard the accurate whereabouts of Bo Mu, she momentarily felt some relief, but the overwhelming pain was too much to bear, and she couldn’t accept it at once.

Bo Yanching steadily supported her, whispering, “Go and see for yourself.”

Deng Chan raised her eyes to look at him, her thin lips tightly pressed, nodding, “Mm.”

“Wait,” Elder Bo stopped them, “You can go, but don’t make trouble again, Mu’er can’t take it.

I’m investigating his sudden death now, and there are some leads, but this isn’t the place for open discussion.”

Deng Chan and Bo Yanching turned back simultaneously.

They understood the implication in Elder Bo’s words.

“Understood, after paying respects to father, Aunt Chan and I will return to the ancestral home.”

At last, Elder Bo was willing to let them go, “Go ahead.”

Bo Yanching still showed him some respect, knowing how to give a gesture befitting a younger generation.

Deng Chan simply turned and left.