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

Chapter 499: Chapter 499 As these words were spoken, everyone immediately thought of Song Boyuan's three older half-brothers.

What else was there that he dared not do? The cousin had an unpleasant look on his face, his neck stiff, still putting up a fight, though no longer as defiant as before.

Instead, sothers seemed to waver, like a middle-aged woman who could have been a cousin, showing a dry smile on her face, "Bo Yuan, don't be like this. We mean no harm, we just want what's best for you." "Thank you so much for that, then I should also do what's best for Qi Ju, let him go out into the world and toughen up, so that he can learn to grow, instead of staying under the protective wings of the Song Family, doing nothing productive or ambitious. Who can safeguard him for his entire life, after all, he doesn't even carry the Song surname." Song Boyuan said coldly.

The Qi Ju he was talking about was this cousin's son, a spoiled young man from childhood, lacking in many skills. He caused quite a few troubles during his schooling, all of which were settled with money, and later paid his way into a substandard university.

Upon his return, he was placed within the Song Family, in a position with no real authority or duties-quite an idle job.

Put plainly, it was no different from being on phantom payroll.

It was essentially Song Boyuan supporting her son, just like many other relatives including maternal family, in- laws, acquaintances, friends, and so on, which wasn't uncommon.

The larger and deeper-rooted families like the Song Family, the more common such situations were.

So, the saying that wealth doesn't pass three generations held struth. With so many parasites, even the largest tree would be hollowed out from the roots eventually.

If not for Song Boyuan being exceptional, how could he possibly support so many people? The cousin's face also turned sullen.

Even though Song Boyuan had a difficult character, being biased and stubborn, he was not petty.

As the head of the Song Family, from the beginning, he was clear about his responsibilities and knew what he was carrying on his shoulders.

So even though he knew what a nest of parasites the Song Family was, he never complained.

"I know very well what you and your foolish offspring are like, but I have never targeted you," Song Boyuan said as he slowly walked towards them. "I have never targeted you, I have allowed you and your foolish offspring to live a life of luxury." "This is probably my original sin? Feeding you fools too well, raising you too idly, giving you enough tto meddle in my affairs, to target my woman? Trying to influence my marriage?" Song Boyuan smirked, "That's right, too much leisure is bound to cause problems. Look, my three brothers now have no tto meddle in anything, right? Busy mining coal every day." The crowd was somewhat panicked. "Bo Yuan, Bo Yuan, it's all a misunderstanding..." They did not even attempt to refute Song Boyuan's use of the word "fools." Because of the implications of Song Boyuan's words, they were somewhat flustered.

And as for being fools...

To be honest, surely no one was truly unaware of what they were raising, right? Even with the 'biological' filter, it should be clear.

"Then let's just say I misunderstood," Song Boyuan had already reached them.

His nearly six-foot-three stature, coupled with his stern face and fierce eyes, could bring a very obvious sense of oppression.

At this moment, these relatives hardly dared to look him straight in the eye.

"Now, immediately, get out of my house," said Song Boyuan.

The individuals did not dare to delay, fearing that any slowness might further provoke Song Boyuan, causing him to say something even more terrifying.

The words Song Boyuan had just spoke, to them, were terrifying enough.

Right now, they hoped that after Song Boyuan cooled down, they could speak well on their behalf, that he could give them srespect, after all, they were elders, after all, they cared for him.

Watching them leave.

It seemed like the strength tensed in Song Boyuan finally unwound.

He looked somewhat exhausted, his shoulders slumped.

Blood was still flowing, drip by drip.

It soaked the collar of his shirt.

He had no inclination to raise his hand and wipe it away.

No matter how cold and brash he had appeared before the relatives of the Song Family, that was just a facade for outsiders.

They could only ever see Bo Yuan's tough exterior and could never touch his soft heart.

But Jing Qiao could easily reach it.

Thus, although Jing Qiao had agreed to their request earlier, and although Bo Yuan had anticipated this and knew well that if there was any chance, Qiaoqiao might not hesitate to leave, it still hurt him deeply.

He slowly entered the courtyard.

Just then, he saw Jing Qiao hurrying out of the house.

Two bodyguards followed behind her, saying, "We will handle the situation, maʼam. Please don't worry." Then Jing Qiao looked up and saw the man who had entered the courtyard.

He looked exhausted and disheveled.

In his perfectly shaped phoenix eyes hid an undeniable sense of grievance.

He stopped, looking quietly at Jing Qiao.

Jing Qiao also stared back at him, her eyes widening slightly in panic.

"What... happened?" Jing Qiao's voice was slightly hoarse.

Bo Yuan was about to say something when he noticed the two bodyguards behind her His eyes darkened, "Old Fang is still in the car outside. Take him to the hospital for a checkup." The two bodyguards were confused, but they immediately took action.

Jing Qiao also hurried forward, viewing the scene outside from the courtyard gate.

She wasn't foolish; this wasn't a city street. The front of the car by then roadside was wrecked, and the skid marks on the ground were as deep as if they had been painted on. The driver, Old Fang, was knocked unconscious by the airbag and was still slumped over the driver's seat.

With these factors, Jing Qiao could easily deduce what had happened.

She was instantly dumbfounded.

"Bo Yuan, you..."

To say she wasn't shocked would be untrue. She knew Bo Yuan had a bad temper and could act crazily, but she had never imagined he would directly crash into the elders' cars. She just turned around, wanting to say something to him, but the words didn't cout.

A figure leaned toward her.

The smell of blood tinged the air she breathed.

A forehead still bleeding gently rested on her shoulder.

The sticky, warm blood quickly soaked through the fabric of her clothes on her shoulder.

Jing Qiao realized that he wasn't pretending to be pathetic; he genuinely... couldn't stand steadily! Otherwise, if Bo Yuan could stand on his own, considering she had once injured her leg, he wouldn't have put his weight on her.

Jing Qiao frantically supported him and shouted for help, "Someone cquickly, helpsupport him..." Jing Qiao bit her lip and urgently said, "Call... call an ambulance!"