e saw the young master's profile, he actually felt that the young master looked like the boss.But then I thought, the young master wasn't his biological son, how could he possibly resemble his bossMay...After Shen Ningran left, the old man directly called Zhang Shu in. "Go and bring that bastard to me," he said.

Uncle Zhang immediately replied, "Yes, I will go right away."

Bo Mingjun knew his grandfather would definitely look for him, so he had been prepared long ago.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally, when he stepped into his grandfather's room, he couldn't help but feel nervous and break out in a cold sweat.

The old man stood with his back to the door in the room, a wrinkled hand holding a photo of Bo Mingjian. His aged and cloudy eyes were already teary.

Bo Mingjun walked over, saying nothing. He knelt down directly and without hesitation.

"Dad."

...

A muffled sound echoed, and Bo Mingjun's body trembled.

The old man placed the picture frame in his hand on the table. The chill emanating from him almost filled the entire room, and the immense pressure made it hard to breathe.

Bó Míngjùn clenched his fist tightly, and pressed his head lower.

The old man walked up to him and said nothing.

When the dawn broke, Jun was so nervous he trembled.

Slap!

Slap!

Two sharp slaps landed on Bo Mingjun's face, but he didn't dare to dodge. He knelt rigidly, bearing the blows with unflinching fortitude.

"Do you know what I regret the most now" Old Master Bo asked, looking down at Thin Mingjun kneeling on the ground.

His thin lips were pursed into a tight line, and he swallowed hard, without speaking.

“My deepest regret is having you as my son. I always thought you were just ambitious, narrow-minded, and cunning. I never expected you to be so ruthless and heartless, even willing to poison your own brother. What else could you possibly be capable of”

The elderly Mr. Bo bent over to look at Shao Mingjun, who was bowing his head low.

"Tell me, what is there that you can't do"

Bo Mingjun gritted his back teeth, "Dad, I'm sorry. I was wrong…"

“You’re wrong You should die” the old man glared with his cloudy eyes, “No, you shouldn’t die, it should be me. It's my fault for not discovering sooner that you were a vicious wolf. I always thought that even if you were venomous, you wouldn't do something as cruel as harming your own brother. Bo Mingjun, I was wrong, terribly wrong.”

"I ask myself, am I not fair to all of you My heart is kind and I haven't done anything wrong to any of you. Why Why are you doing this to us Why are you trying to kill him Bo Mingjun, tell me why"

The old man grabbed Thin Mingjun's collar, roared, choked with sobs, his heart aching like it was being twisted into a knot.

Even now, he still refused to believe that it was all Thin Mingjun's doing.

If this thing was destined to happen, he'd rather it be done by someone else.

As he said, he knew Bo Mingjun was ambitious and cunning, but he never thought his ambition would drive him to scheme against his own flesh and blood.

He still remembered that when Bo Mingjun was very young, he had also said to him in a milky voice, "Dad, I'm the older brother. In the future, I will definitely protect my younger brother well and won't let anyone bully him..."

He also remembered the two brothers holding hands sitting on the steps outside, blowing in the evening breeze and looking at the doorway, waiting for him to come home...

Why has it become like this

Could such a living person, before taking action, never have considered that once he did, he would never see this person again for the rest of his life

This person would turn into a cold corpse, ashes scattered by the slightest wind.

This life, we will never see each other again.

The old man opened his mouth wide, tilted his head back, and finally choked up so he couldn't speak.

His heart was truly hurting so much.

Bo Mingjun gritted his back teeth, finally gathering the courage to lift his head and look at his father in front of him. He asked in a flat, emotionless voice: "Equality"

"Hmph." He sneered, his lifted eyes carrying a hint of coldness.

He didn't know how the old man dared to say that he treated them equally.

Between him and Bao Mingjian, he always favored Bao Mingjian. As long as Bao Mingjian was around, he would never see him.

"Dad, between me and Bo Mingjian, don't you find it ridiculous to say that you treat us equally"

If everyone is treated equally, why is Bo Mingjian the company heir and not me

Why is Bo JinYu the company heir, while Bo Cheng can be kicked out so easily Where's the equality You've always been favoring them!

Hearing these words, the old man's face turned red and white with anger. A wave of nausea rose in his throat, and after several attempts to suppress it, he managed to hold back from vomiting blood.

"A person is valuable for self-awareness. Some people are born leaders, but you're not..."

Bo Mingjun stood up from the ground, his eyes freezing as he looked at Old Master Bo.

"It's you who has always been biased, so don't try to justify yourself here. I tried my best to fight for what rightfully belongs to me. What's wrong with that"

"Yes, I admit I did many things. Yes, Bo Mingjian's death was orchestrated by me. Even Bo Jingyu's car accident years ago was my doing. Because only if they were dead would you see me, would I be your first choice."

"You!"

The old man felt a sharp pain in his chest. He clutched at his shirt with all his might, the intense pain causing his legs to tremble. He collapsed to the floor.

"You... you... you beast... beast..." Old Master Bo struggled to speak, but he couldn't finish a single complete sentence.

Bo Mingjun stood with his hands hanging by his side, he didn't reach out to help Old Master Bo, just watched as the elderly man's frail body slowly fell to the ground.

Even as the old man lay on the ground, his whole body convulsing, his eyes were still fixed unblinkingly on Bao Mingjun.

After a long silence, Bo Mingjun slowly squatted down and said, “Dad, you’re really getting old. It’s time to hand over the power to us.”

"

You… Don't even think about it.

"

"Don't even think about it" Bo Mingjun sneered, "You still think you have a grandson like Bo Jinyu who can do things, don't you Rest assured, it's almost time, he will soon become an idiot, an idiot who can't take care of himself."

The old man glared with his eyes wide open, stretched out his hand, and pointed at Bo Mingjun's hateful face. He was in pain at the moment, unable to utter a single word.

"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely bring you the most beloved grandson to keep you company.". Once the heir is found, if the heir proves ineffective or meets with an accident, their vying for that position becomes understandable.Shen Ningran's beautiful eyes flashed, understanding what he me...