Chapter 258: I've Brought Trouble Upon Myself by Provoking An Ancestor

Actually, these guys aren’t much different from Bo Yanching’s group—they’re all ruthless, the kind who cut the grass and remove the roots.

If Han Qi didn’t have his status today, he’d have been dead a long time ago.

Pei Dongshi said in a calm voice, “I’ll go over tonight and hang him with acupuncture.”

Seven o’clock in the evening, Minglun.

Bo Yanching pushed open the door, and everyone inside immediately stood up and greeted him.

“Brother Yan.”

“Third Master is here!”

“Brother Yan, you’ve got to stand up for me.

I played my hand openly, but damn it, those two played dirty tricks on me, trapping me.

I’ve lost two pieces of property, now.

Watch my hand for me—I have to win back what I lost!”

Loo Jinyang cursed under his breath, trying to draw Bo Yanching over to the poker table but suddenly realized Bo Yanching’s expression was off.

“Brother Yan, what’s wrong with you?”

Bo Yanching walked in, loosened his tie, casually tossed it on the sofa, picked up a glass of alcohol, drank a sip, and sat down with a heavy face, causing the atmosphere around him to freeze over in an instant.

Everyone held their breath, looking at each other in a daze, feeling frightened to the core.

Mo Tingshen put down his pool cue, pressed his hand on Loo Jinyang’s shoulder and said, “It’s nothing, go on with your games.”

Loo Jinyang looked at him gratefully, as if he were looking at a savior, and beckoned his friends to go elsewhere, trying to keep their voices down.

Mo Tingshen took two cups, his fingertip motioning in the air, “Red or white?”

Bo Yanching placed his empty glass in the middle.

Mo Tingshen quietly pushed the red wine away, poured half a glass of white, and before he could hand it over, Bo Yanching reached out to grab it himself, tilting his head back and downing it in one go.

“Heh.”

Mo Tingshen used his thumb and ring finger to touch the ends of his glasses, pushing them up slightly, his mouth curving into a light smirk, “Who pissed you off like this?

Spill it.

Let me have a little fun.”

Bo Yanching frowned, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

The national essence has come out, he must be really pissed.

Mo Tingshen poured him another glass, this time a full one, and as Bo Yanching picked it up, he said leisurely, “Drink slowly, you won’t be able to down this in one gulp—be careful not to choke yourself before you win back your position.”

Bo Yanching let out a cold laugh, “Chu Yao is getting out of prison?”

Mo Tingshen, hearing his tone, knew that whatever was about to come out of Bo Yanching’s mouth wouldn’t be anything pleasant.

How come two glasses of alcohol hadn’t gotten this guy drunk yet?

When that mouth started running, it could really peak.

“Would it help if I admitted I was wrong now?” Mo Tingshen attempted a truce.

Bo Yanching did not buy his act and called him out directly, “How old was Chu Yao when she started manipulating you?

She’s been pulling your strings since her teens.

Have you ever won back your position from her?”

The smile on Mo Tingshen’s face disappeared.

The next second, his expression sunk to the bottom.

“Fine, after all, you were the one who got her thrown in jail.

Using power to oppress people is indeed a good move—nicely done winning back your position.”

Mo Tingshen: “…”

What was he thinking!

The nerve of him to provoke this venom-tongued guy for no good reason!

“Shut it.

We’re still good friends if we don’t hurt each other.”

Bo Yanching gave him a sidewards glance with a smile, but his face showed not a hint of amusement, chillingly cold.

After a few glasses of liquor, the buzz started to hit him.

He caressed the rim of his glass, as if talking to himself, “If I forced her, would she willingly stay by my side?”

Mo Tingshen’s brows and eyes twitched, “Who?”

“My ancestor,” Bo Yanching drank a third of the glass in one gulp, then slammed the glass onto the coffee table, his retracting hand pulling at his shirt collar, popping off two buttons, “I’ve damn well brought myself an ancestor to deal with!”

When Yaen Chi arrived, Bo Yanching was already drunk on the sofa, his body lazily slanted, one hand propping his temple, his dark eyes slightly closed, his handsome face bearing a few clearly visible signs of intoxication.