Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant! by White Moon Lake

Chapter 498: Chapter 498 With Bo Yuan's nature, the nearly dozens of surveillance cameras at halmost left no blind spots.

Anything that happened in the house couldn't escape his eyes; otherwise, he would never feel at ease to go out.

He was like a monster guarding a treasure, having once lost his precious possession and plunged into unspeakable panic.

After recovering it, he beceven more tense, striving to adjust his demeanor, but only to prevent frightening the treasure, never giving others any opportunity.

He wouldn't let anyone covet his precious possession or let anyone bully it.

When the car sped back home, the Song Family relatives had not left yet; their cars were parked outside, and they were discussing their next move in the vehicles.

Bo Yuan's car was driving towards them.

The deep pupils of the man in the back seat seemed to hide a monster that, upon seeing their cars parked at the entrance, struggled and roared as if threatening to burst out.

Bo Yuan coldly stared at their cars, his gaze dark and inscrutable, only describable with the word "dangerous." The driver glanced back in the rearview mirror, saw the boss's eyes, and felt a chill, his heart going numb.

Then the driver heard a frigid sound from behind, like a voice from hell.

"Hit them," Bo Yuan said coldly, his eyes revealing an emotion akin to a beast freed from a cage.

This beast could only be tamed by Jing Qiao, but those sitting in the car ahead were trying to cut the rope in Jing Qiao's hands that tethered the beast.

Without Jing Qiao, Bo Yuan was dark and detached, somewhat evil, with a blurred sense of right and wrong, and a faint concept of morality.

Many people around him knew of his temperament, so they were used to it, or rather, had becsomewhat numb.

For instance, at that moment, the driver hesitated not at all, pushing hard on the accelerator.

The luxury car's excellent performance swiftly raised the speed, the engine roaring as it slammed hard into the stationary car ahead.

Bang! A loud crash echoed.

The front of Bo Yuan's car and the rear of the car ahead collided heavily, both significantly damaged, and the force of the impact sent the car ahead lurching forward.

The relatives of the Song Family had two cars parked at the entrance, and along with Bo Yuan's car, they ended up strung together like candied haws.

The alarm of the cars resounded all at once.

The instigator, the luxury car's engine, did not stop; it still roared like an angry monster, continuing to charge forward.

It wasn't until it pushed the two cars ahead beneath a tree on the roadside that it finally cto a stop.

The relatives of the Song Family inside the cars were dumbfounded, especially those in the car that had been directly hit, the violent collision causing them to feel dizzy and confused.

All were frightened, completely unable to react.

Panicked shouting arose from the car.

"What happened?" "What's going on?!" "An earthquake?!" "We've been rear-ended! How can we get rear-ended while stationary?" "Oh my god! Isn't that Bo Yuan's car?" "Has he gone mad?!" "He's crazy, and you just realized that today? I told you we should have left earlier. Anywhere would have been better than stopping here to chat. Now look what's happened!" "Where did I know he'd be back so soon?! Besides, even if he cback, why did he have to crash into our car?" Finally, the car cto a stop. Since they had been parked, of course, none of them had their seat belts on, so now they staggered out of the car, dazed and confused, with sof them having thrown their backs out due to the impact.

There were cries of distress all around.

Then they looked at the luxury car behind them, the instigator in even worse shape—the front end and hood were completely deformed.

Peering inside, you could see the airbags had deployed, and the driver had been knocked unconscious by them; the airbags were now deflated, and the driver sat slumped over, giving off a deceptively life-or-death vibe, quite frightening.

Next, they saw the man in the back seat, those chilling, cold eyes.

Click, the car door opened.

Watching as the backseat door slowly swung open made everyone shrink back involuntarily.

Bo Yuan, tall and leggy, emerged from the backseat, naturally creating an intimidating and oppressive presence.

His handsface, severe in contour, displayed not an ounce of warmth, and a cut on his forehead was still bleeding.

He hadn't belted himself in the backseat before, hadn't even given a second thought to seat belts; his only thought at that instant was to ram the other car.

He didn't care if he was shattered to pieces; he just wanted to eliminate every threat that wanted to pry Jing Qiao away from him.

The gash on his forehead had cfrom hitting the seat in front.

Bright red blood gushed from the cut, tracing the sharp contours of his face before dripping down from his chin...

Yet he acted as if he felt no pain at all, not even bothering to wipe the blood away, let alone furrow his brow.

"Bo... Bo Yuan..." A relative from the Song Family called out to him; according to family hierarchy, this person should be considered Bo Yuan's adult male cousin.

Naturally, as an elder, there was a certain haughtiness-as much as he tried not to panic, knowing full well Bb Yuan's craziness, it was impossible not to feel the slightest bit apprehensive. Still, he put on the airs of an elder, and his tone carried a hint of scolding, "What is the meaning of this? We cto your house as guests, and this is how you treat your elders?" Bo Yuan watched them coolly, a bloodthirsty curvature forming on his lips.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and they all fell silent.

Bo Yuan spoke up, "Go on, why stop talking?" The onlookers were visibly uncomfortable.

Bo Yuan continued, "Did I invite you m as guests? I've only crashed into you for now. Try saying a few more words about my wife, he enunciated each word, "and see if I don't kill you. 'An old man who won't die becomes a lecher,' if you stretch out your hands too far, let's see if I don't chop off those claws one by one." Their faces grew even uglier, "You, you!" Everyone present was a relative of Bo Yuan's, all of them considered his elders.

Although they all knew of Bo Yuan's ruthless conduct, because his knife had never fallen on them before, they feared him but had never had such a direct experience.

Now, they were truly experiencing it.

"You," Bo Yuan's cold gaze swept over them one by one, "none of you will be spared." "You dare!" The earlier adult male cousin was infuriated, his face turning ashen, "We are all from the Song Family! By what right do you..."

"Don't provoke me," Bo Yuan's lips curled into a sinister smile, their menace enhanced by the blood still slowly trailing down his forehead, "There are three 'Song Families' with half my blood who are digging for coal right now."