Chapter 1140: Number One on the Hot Search

The merchants who refused to leave followed along.

Outside the hotel.

Nan Jiaojiao was sitting inside the car.

Noticing the commotion, she and Yaen Chi simultaneously looked up and saw a group of people coming out.

Bo Yanching, supported and protected by Mo Tingshen and Xu Shu, wore a suit.

Despite his inconvenient leg, it couldn’t conceal his aura, and he walked slowly with a cane.

His face was calm, with long eyebrows extending toward his temples, and his thin lips appeared sharp.

His ink-like eyes held a hint of solemnity, as if his face were as lifeless as death.

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt a tug at her heart.

She watched Bo Yanching come out.

The car drove up to him.

Although he was clearly not agile, he proactively opened the rear door, protecting a middle-aged woman as she got in, and only then did he sit inside.

The car drove off, followed by the other cars behind it.

Yaen Chi started the car, following at the end of the convoy.

He glanced sideways at Nan Jiaojiao, “That’s Brother Yan’s stepmother.

They have a good relationship, and she truly cared for Uncle.

It’s not surprising to see her at the funeral.”

She hadn’t said a word the whole way from Rongcheng City.

Yaen Chi was worried she was bottling it up.

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head to look at the hotel entrance.

There were no signs or decorations, nothing that resembled a funeral.

“Did Uncle really pass away?”

“Probably,” Yaen Chi followed her gaze and glanced outside, “Doesn’t seem like a funeral, does it?

The Bo Family initially didn’t plan to hold a funeral for him.

If it weren’t for the pressure from public opinion, Uncle wouldn’t even have this last bit of dignity.”

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, “The news reports are fake, right?”

“Why would you think so?”

They had seen the news; it wasn’t about a big celebrity, so it didn’t cause a massive stir.

Yet, the person who died was influential, briefly topping the trending searches.

The buzz quickly subsided.

The posts that needed deleting online were thoroughly scrubbed.

Yaen Chi had obtained a relatively complete report from a friend.

Just before the competition, Bo Mu stayed up late drinking and was helped out of the hotel by two people, only to be found dead on the hotel bed the next day, with a naked woman lying beside him.

For a while, rumors were rampant.

Some said Bo Mu knew the competition was imminent, yet left the team and the athletes who needed training to go drinking.

Others mentioned the drinking party involved certain investors, while some said it was a casino owner.

In competitions, there are always clandestine betting rings, and netizens suspected Bo Mu was exploiting the swimming team for profit.

And his drunken escapade with a woman painted him as someone with an indiscreet private life.

All this dirt was being thrown on Bo Mu, but soon people from the sports world stood up for him, as did many athletes, and positive voices quickly drowned out the negative, causing the heat to die down.

But whether Bo Mu was wronged or not, netizens didn’t care and instead relished the tantalizing photo of his death.

In his anger, Yaen Chi tried to intervene, but there wasn’t any news to suppress anymore, as someone had already taken care of it.

That person was likely not Bo Yanching, but the Bo Family.

“Uncle Bo…” Nan Jiaojiao muttered, her eyes downcast, “Is the funeral over?”

“Not yet, the information I got says eleven o’clock, so there’s still some time.

Their departure must be due to some other situation; let’s follow and see.”

Yaen Chi lightly gripped the steering wheel, almost coaxingly, “Do you want to contact Brother Yan now and let him know you’ve come?”

Nan Jiaojiao always held her phone tightly.