Observed a mont of silence for the girl who had been his sister for quite a few years.
He had never formally experienced Bo Yan’s thods, but he could guess a thing or two from the occasional snippets overheard from his friends.
Back when the two of them got married in Arica, in that castle where various pets were kept, one should have realized from the unorthodox selection of pets that Bo Yan was not of a kind breed.
From this, one could deduce that Fu Bairan had definitely not received any favors while in Bo Yan’s hands during this period.
It was likely nothing but endless tornt.
However, the fact that Fu Bairan had endured for so long was rather impressive.
In this aspect, Yuran had guessed wrong, because Fu Bairan never had the chance to speak. After the car accident involving Yinchao, Fu Bairan’s mouth had been sealed shut, layers upon layers of yellow tape covered her mouth.
Always struggling with a few threads of breath.
Upon receiving Bo Yan’s command, Fu Bairan received no benefits in the care of the bodyguards.
City of Temptation was complete and ready for its promotional stage; Diyang International was responsible for running the campaign, with Situ Jue personally planning this affair. The fact that the chairman was personally promoting City of Temptation puzzled many at Diyang International.
City of Temptation was a Huanya project, and it had previously caused quite a stir with Miss Rose. But upon closer thought, it didn’t seem so unexpected after all, considering that Bo Yan, the great actor, was Diyang’s cash cow wife, and her studio was affiliated with Diyang.
Nothing seed particularly discordant.
...
Did sothing happen to Yinchao?
Not at all; he was still under Bo Yan’s control. Yuran went to the company, and Bo Yan visited this narrowly escaped soul in Si Huang’s hospital. Up to now, everyone was uncertain whether he was dead or alive.
The face of the corpse was unrecognizable, and the identification results were incorrect, but it had not been disclosed publicly. Thus, the outside world believed Yinchao had died in that car accident.
Many of Fu Yuran’s forr supporters thought this was Yinchao’s retribution.
Back when Fu Yuran and Yinchao were dating, Fu Yuran’s fans had said Yinchao had an unsavory face and seed not to be a man who could take responsibility. As it turned out, after Fu Yuran died, Yinchao, this heartless person, got involved with Fu Yuran’s sister, Fu Bairan.
This fact displeased many of Fu Yuran’s fans, and they pushed Yinchao into the spotlight of trending searches for a while.
Later, as the incident gradually subsided and the entertainnt industry’s scandals rapidly replaced one another, the matter slowly faded away.
Bo Yan heard from Yuran about the process in which Fu Bairan and Yinchao killed her. Yuran had gotten over that resentnt and spoke about it quite calmly, as if it was just an ordinary story of paying money to avert disaster.
Both were the people closest to her, and she had given them one hundred percent trust.
Then, when the two said they were celebrating for her, even though she didn’t know what the celebration was for, she still went, drank a glass of drugged red wine, and died in the villa she had purchased. And why, afterwards, it was ruled a suicide...
Perhaps only Yinchao knew.
Now knowing that soone was backing Yinchao, one didn’t need to ask to have a good guess at who the mastermind behind it all was.
It wasn’t wrong for Fu Bairan and Yinchao to take the money and do the bidding for the person behind the scenes.
Seeing Yinchao, he was covered with severe burns over a large area of his body, at least eighty percent, even his face was swathed in bandages. After ergency treatnt, he was now barely hanging on by a thread. When Yinchao heard the door to the ward open,
he struggled to move his gaze, and seeing the impeccably dressed Bo Yan, with his attending physician from the past few days following behind him, Yinchao initially thought, when he had regained consciousness and beca aware, that this doctor had been arranged for him by that person behind the scenes, and he had been very grateful. But now, seeing Bo Yan, he wasn’t naive enough to think this doctor had been arranged by the sa person.
His emotions started to spiral out of control, and as he violently bullied his body, the dical equipnt began to show fluctuating readings. Si Huang smiled amiably, "Yo, Bo Qi, you scare him like that just by coming in. What have you done to him?"
Bo Yan scoffed coldly, "I wish I could do sothing, but obviously, I can’t do anything right now."
Si Huang clicked his tongue, checked the equipnt, and then turned to Yinchao with a malicious smile, "Control your emotions, or do you believe you could go et the King of Hell right now?"
Yinchao looked at the two n as if he were looking at demons, laboring to speak indistinctly, "You, you guys, who are you?"
Incredulous, Si Huang looked down at his white coat, "Are you blind? If not, can’t you see I’m an angel in white, huh?"
Bo Yan pushed him aside, "Shut up."
"Oh," Si Huang replied seriously, tucking his pen into his pocket and advising Yinchao with earnest care, "I advise you to relax. Otherwise, you will die very soon. Bo Qi, you have twenty minutes of visiting ti. Ask whatever you want to ask quickly, and then leave. Otherwise, he is as good as dead."
Bo Yan nodded gravely, "Your dical skills aren’t up to par, are they?"
"If it wasn’t for , he’d be a corpse by now. What misconception do you have about my dical skills? I can explain."
"No need. Do whatever you want to do, just make sure to show up in twenty minutes."
"Are you going to ask anything that I shouldn’t hear?"
"No, it’s just that, considering your professional ethics, I think you’d better not stand aside and disturb . White angels don’t just stand by idly."
Si Huang, "What are you trying to do?"
"A big thing."
As the two discussed how to tornt him as if he were not even there, Yinchao’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he found it extrely difficult to breathe. Si Huang put the oxygen mask over him and smiled slyly, "Alright, then I’ll wait outside. Call whenever you need . As long as you don’t play him to death, I can still save him."
"Good."
Then Yinchao watched as the self-proclaid angel in white disappeared before his eyes, leaving him alone with Bo Yan, whom he saw as a person with no hint of goodwill.
The sound of the door closing was like a death knell, hastening to inform him that death was drawing ever closer.
As Bo Yan took a step forward, Yinchao’s pupils reflected sheer terror and struggle. His head shook laboriously, as if resisting Bo Yan’s approach. Bo Yan smiled, "What are you afraid of? You know ? Do you think I will harm you?
The sixth sense of a dying man, indeed, is not bad;
When you plotted to murder Fu Yuran, were you also this panicked? I don’t think so. You probably watched her die very calmly!"
Bo Yan’s pupils turned fiercely sharp, like a cold, sharp sword thrusting into the most vulnerable part of soone, with no escape, "A man of no accomplishnts, enjoying all the benefits your girlfriend brings while plotting her death, you truly have the face of a man."
"You, you..." Yinchao’s voice was intensely hoarse, as he stared at Bo Yan in fear...
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