Chapter 1243: Pleading with Little Sister-in-law Works Better Than Asking Brother Yan

“I said when you came that he was still alive.

This makes me very unhappy,” said Bo Yanching coldly.

Bo Li stiffened; he suddenly felt like Bo Yanching could really take Bo Yichen’s life.

“No way!

He…

I…

Even if you want to punish, rescue him first, then hold him accountable.

Why must you kill him?

I believe you have the skill to distance yourself, but you can’t kill me and your aunt and the entirety of the Bo Family to silence them, can you?”

Bo Yanching’s expression was indifferent; his thin lips curved into a slight, detached arc.

“Try me.”

Bo Li staggered, nearly falling; he had to hold onto something for support.

Bo Yichen’s cries of pain grew weaker, and Bo Li dared not resist anymore.

His knees softened and he was about to kneel.

Bo Yanching lifted his foot, pushing Bo Li’s knees back up.

“Uncle, what is the meaning of this?”

“Yanqing, it’s all Yichen’s fault.

I won’t make excuses for him anymore.

I apologize to you and my niece-in-law.

Please, I’m begging you, show mercy and let him go this time.”

Bo Yanching’s expression remained unchanged.

He bent slightly, looking down at Bo Li with his dark eyes.

Bo Li didn’t dare meet his gaze.

Bo Yanching seemed to be toying with him like a cat with a mouse, saying nothing, showing no trace of anger.

“What if I don’t let him go?”

Bo Li’s knees were still bent.

He avoided Bo Yanching’s toes, and knelt at an angle, his head bowed forcefully, one fist pressing to the ground.

Although kneeling, his body refused to bend further, not even bowing his head to avoid letting others see his face filled with humiliation.

“Yanqing, I only have one son, just him… I beg you, leave your uncle some lineage.”

Bo Yanching said nothing.

He leaned back against the sofa, glancing at the tip of his shoe, knitting his brows slightly.

Bo Li found it hard to believe; he had already lowered himself so much, even kneeling.

Though he wished to retain face by not kneeling directly before Bo Yanching, and only did so because there were no servants here, his endurance for his son’s sake was clear.

Yet, Bo Yanching still held firm, refusing to relent.

Just then, Yaen Chi spoke: “Uncle, you’re kneeling to the wrong person.

Think about who your son truly offended.

Perhaps begging little sister-in-law will be more effective than begging Brother Yan.”

Bo Li looked up sharply; Yaen Chi shrugged fearlessly, “It’s just a suggestion, up to you whether you take it.”

Bo Li almost ground his teeth to dust.

He glimpsed at Bo Yanching, waited, but heard no softening word from him.

Nan Jiaojiao blinked at him.

Her young, innocent face showed no guile, yet displayed no timidness, her gaze unwavering.

Only the foolish and naive would be so innocent.

“Fine, I’ll kneel to my niece-in-law, apologize on behalf of Yichen!”

Bo Li refused to believe that if he truly knelt, Nan Jiaojiao would dare accept it.

However, his knees touched the ground, and no one called out to stop him; no hand reached to help him up.

Nan Jiaojiao’s toes were right in front; she was too lazy even to move them.

Bo Li’s heart twisted with hatred, his teeth grinding to the breaking point, “I implore…

niece-in-law, save Yichen.”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao responded indifferently and asked Bo Yanching, “I’m your wife now, but if your elder kneels to me, won’t that shorten my lifespan?”

“It’s fine, Lord Yama wouldn’t dare take you.”

Bo Yanching hooked her hair behind her ear, lightly pinching her earlobe, “Calmed down yet?”