Chapter 1139: Get to the Bottom of It

Bo Mu had two wives.

The first one was a marriage alliance, marrying a young lady of a rich family of equal social status, who was Bo Yanching’s biological mother.

Bo Mu was honest and straightforward, not cunning or tricky, a personality not suited for business.

But the Bo Family wasn’t left with just him as the only son, so after he devoted himself fully to his swimming career, Elder Bo might have voiced minor complaints, but never actually obstructed him.

He treated his wife very well.

It wasn’t a deep affection, but years of companionship made them respect each other as guests.

Unfortunately, his wife was short-lived, dying before reaching twenty-five.

Deng Chan entered the family five years later; she and Bo Mu were in love freely, too stubborn to learn the pretentious ways of a wealthy family, barely coping with surface interactions, much less wanting to dress like a canvass daily and compete with a group of wealthy ladies.

She simply moved out from the old house, traveling around the country annually.

Bo Mu followed her itinerancy.

As the years passed, Elder Bo grew increasingly displeased with Deng Chan.

Deng Chan was also too lazy to feign family harmony.

Every meeting led to Elder Bo either lecturing her or setting rules, and Deng Chan never once complied.

Luckily, as she aged, Deng Chan would give him some face in certain occasions.

Like earlier, during the confrontation, her harsh words weren’t loud, likely inaudible even to Maternal Auntie Wen who was closest.

“Master Deng,” as the guests were about to leave, one called out to Deng Chan, discreetly glancing towards the coffin, “What’s the situation inside?

We aren’t prying, just want to know if there’s any way we can help, feel free to tell us.”

“Yes, Coach Bo was kind and generous in life, a good man.

If we can lend a hand, let’s do so.

There might not be another chance later.”

The speakers didn’t seem like businessmen; judging by their attire, they should be from the swimming team.

Among them was one face Deng Chan found familiar.

She glanced again before realizing; it was Bo Mu’s mentor.

Having retired from coaching years ago, back when he was a regular presence in the sports arena, coming personally to bid farewell to Bo Mu was due to their mentor-student relationship, regretting the passing of such a gold medal coach.

Deng Chan hurried forward, assisting the elder with a hand, “Why have you come too?”

“I’m here to see him off; he left too abruptly.” The elder’s eyes were moist, his voice misted over, “What happened?”

“The coffin doesn’t contain Bo Mu, only his clothes.

He’s buried at Meian Cemetery.

Yanqing and I were just about to go and send him off on his last journey.”

The elder promptly asked, “May I come?”

“You may.

He would be very happy to see you.”

Deng Chan noticed several reporters on-site obviously distinct from others.

The elder explained they were sports reporters, initially here to cover the funeral.

He had applied to the authorities, allowing a brief segment to remember Bo Mu on television.

Deng Chan bit her lip, “Everyone, the news from two days ago caused quite a stir.

I was abroad at the time, and the news didn’t reach there.

By the time I returned home, the news had been suppressed.

But I’ve read two articles that hadn’t been deleted.

My old Mu died on a woman’s bed, which indeed isn’t honorable.

Nonetheless, I don’t believe it.

I know his character best.

In any case, I will ascertain the truth of his sudden death.

If you cherish past sentiments, please report truthfully and clear my old Mu’s name.”

The sports reporters exchanged glances, and without needing discussion, agreed in unison.

Deng Chan turned to find Bo Yanching.

Their eyes met, and they nodded to each other.

As they left, they took those reporters, along with Bo Mu’s mentor and friends.