Chapter 1142: Farewell

Finally, it was Mo Tingshen who helped her to the side.

The forensic expert scraped some black substance, suspected to be poison, from Bo Mu’s bones and sealed it in a bag.

“Third Master, we’ll take this back for analysis and notify you as soon as we have results.”

Bo Yanching nodded, “Thank you for your trouble.”

“We’ll leave now, but if you find anything that seems to be poison among Coach Bo’s belongings or in his living environment, you can give it to us.”

These forensic experts were borrowed by Bo Yanching from Staff Officer Li.

They are linked to the military.

Confidentiality is absolutely guaranteed.

Bo Yanching gave them full trust.

After the forensic experts left, Bo Yanching knelt by the coffin without saying a word, looking for a long time.

Long enough for a gentle rain to start falling from the sky.

He looked up, took off his coat, and laid it over Bo Mu.

He whispered, “Dad, have a good journey.

Everything is under my care, rest easy.”

A gust of wind blew over, brushing a few strands of Bo Yanching’s hair from his tied-back style.

He shuddered slightly, with a faint gleam of tears in his eyes.

“Alright, seal it up.

Be gentle with the soil so as not to disturb him.”

Xu Shu helped him to his feet, standing a bit further away.

Reporters were still on site, taking polite photos, quietly waiting for the grave to return to its original state.

They departed quietly as well.

Bo Yanching turned around and saw a few of Bo Mu’s close friends as well as his mentor.

He gestured for Han Che to come over, arranging a car to send the old coach and his group away.

Yaen Chi and Nan Jiaojiao stood behind a willow tree; he held an umbrella, tilting two-thirds of it toward Nan Jiaojiao.

“Brother Yan’s relationship with his father was deep.

Outsiders only knew they rarely met, but actually, every time they met, they never truly argued.

They occasionally had disagreements, but they were minor.

Brother Yan almost never gives in to anyone, except you and his dad.

Each time he softened, it so happened that his father’s anger had dissipated, and they would laugh and chat as usual.”

A group of people approached, and Yaen Chi made room for them, with Nan Jiaojiao following suit.

On rainy days, the road is slippery, and a few steps away are steps; Yaen Chi quickly offered her support.

“When uncle and Aunt Chan were dating initially, they kept it from Brother Yan.

Aunt Chan was the one who approached Brother Yan, who seemed to be eight years old then, quite resistant to Aunt Chan.

But Aunt Chan was carefree, bold, and gave Brother Yan the best of everything, so over the years, Brother Yan always respected Aunt Chan greatly.”

Nan Jiaojiao listened quietly.

She could roughly picture such a warm scene in her mind.

But Yaen Chi’s next words came like a cold bucket of water.

“But the Bo Family, it’s hard to say.

Numerous people, deep waters, and tangled interests, each one is a cunning old fox, an old hyena.”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him, “Is it that bad?”

“You’ll know when you interact with them…”

He abruptly stopped mid-sentence, his expression changing, “Forget it.

It’s best you don’t interact.

Brother Yan won’t let them near you either.”

Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her delicate brows, saying nothing.

Over there, Bo Yanching and Deng Chan each placed a bouquet in front of Bo Mu’s tombstone.

Bo Yanching held an umbrella over Deng Chan’s head and asked, “Aunt Chan, where are you staying these days?”

“I bought an apartment here last year, had a cleaner tidy it when I returned.

Are you heading back to the old house to see those old geezers today?”

Bo Yanching said calmly, “No.”

Deng Chan laughed softly, “Neither am I, exhausted from the day, I’m going home to shower and have a good sleep.

Who has the time to revolve around him?

Let him wait.”