Chapter 170: What Does It Have to Do with the Bo Family

Ye Shiqing’s mind buzzed, her face turned deathly pale, and her whole body stiffened as she trembled, “Do you hate me that much, hate me enough to want me to suffer public disgrace and ruin?”

Nan Jiaojiao sighed, “Dealing with you was purely an accident.”

She had no intention of dragging Lu Zhenzhen into this, shouldering the blame alone—whoever said Ye Shiqing was innocent?

Tears streamed down Ye Shiqing’s face as she cried, “I’ll kill you, I want to kill you!”

The crying came out mixed with a hoarse voice, sounding both utterly broken and ferocious.

Ye Shiqing braced herself on the chair to get up when rapid footsteps sounded from behind.

She turned her head, and there was Shen Shichu, his face dark with anger.

“Brother Chu, it was her, she planned the whole thing!”

Shen Shichu had originally come to capture Ye Shiqing, but upon hearing this, he violently turned to look at Nan Jiaojiao.

He couldn’t clearly see her face, hidden so well under her disguise, he strode forward, his voice filled with menace, “Who are you, if you’ve offended me, I’ll make sure you have no place to hide in Rongcheng City!”

His hand hadn’t touched Nan Jiaojiao when a hand from the side blocked him.

An arm with clearly defined joints gripped his, twisting fiercely.

Shen Shichu, in pain, flung his arm, but the person let go, throwing him off balance and he staggered several steps before steadying himself.

Looking up, the man’s handsome face was cold and his presence overpowering.

His black eyes stared unblinkingly, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Shen Shichu’s face showed shock, his lips quivering, “Uncle…Uncle?”

Bo Yanching’s expression was sullen, his sharp eyes as cold as an icy pond, “Is it that all you can do is lash out at women?”

The humiliation that flooded over him made Shen Shichu sway, his hand gripping the chair turning white at the knuckles, “It was an accident, uncle, it’s all because of that woman behind you.

If I catch her, I’ll question her thoroughly…”

“Question what?”

Bo Yanching looked at him coldly as if watching a joke, “When you did those things, did someone hold a knife to your throat?”

Shen Shichu argued defensively, “It’s a conspiracy, someone intentionally slandered me, I need to investigate clearly, for you, for the Bo Family…”

“The Shen Family’s disgrace has nothing to do with my Bo Family,” Bo Yanching said with a smirk.

Having been interrupted twice, Shen Shichu’s mind was blank.

He was no longer able to organize coherent speech, and he could feel immense humiliation from Bo Yanching’s gaze and tone.

It was as if his dignity was trampled underfoot and ground into dust.

Ye Congwen and Lin Shuyun hurried over, supporting their daughter with hearts full of distress.

They had caught bits and pieces of the conversation, and Lin Shuyun felt that the woman hidden behind Bo Yanching seemed vaguely familiar, but the situation didn’t allow her to ponder further.

To preserve the image of Ye Shiqing’s purity was paramount.

“Since the culprit has been caught, hand her over.

I want to ask her why she framed my daughter!”

“Framed?” Bo Yanching’s cold gaze swept over, his smirk apparent.

Lin Shuyun’s heart skipped a beat, not daring to meet his gaze directly, and she shouted, “Let’s have everyone judge, my daughter has been well-behaved since she was young, all these years there hasn’t been a single scandal.

How could there be so many mishaps just at the wedding?

There must be someone targeting her.”

A guest chuckled and asked, “Then how do you explain the videos of Miss Ye?”

Lin Shuyun’s face reddened, and she retorted loudly, “They’re doctored!

Photoshopped!

With today’s technology, that’s not hard to do!”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow disdainfully, “Han Chuan.”

“Yes.”

Han Chuan, holding a computer, tapped his fingertips on the screen, “I’ve recorded the videos from earlier and am currently performing a technical analysis.”