Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1257 - 557: Thoughts

"Why are you acting like this, my wife? You've married into the Song Family and now belong to us—how can you linger at your parents' home and refuse to come back?"

Song Qianlong deftly avoided the flying items, a grin on his face as he continued speaking.

Yet his increasingly playful demeanor only frayed Bo Shan’s temper further.

"Scram! I never want to lay eyes on you again!"

"Darling wife, you don’t get to decide this. If it blows up, we’ll both regret it. Plus, we’re all just playing roles here—why get so worked up over it?"

Playing roles!

Bo Shan’s eyes reddened in an instant.

She had wholeheartedly embraced the idea of following her husband loyally, whether chicken or dog. Little did she expect the man she wed to turn out like this!

Indeed! Her naivety had led her to believe that even a union arranged by the Ten Major Families could lead to bliss.

However, however...

With these thoughts, tears began streaming down Bo Shan’s cheeks.

"Oh, my wife, why put yourself through this?"

Song Qianlong let out a sigh before finally calling in Mr. Bo, who had been waiting beyond the door.

"Dad..."

Bo Shan gazed at her father with deep grievance, yet he appeared aligned with Song Qianlong.

"Shan, go back with him. You’re always welcome in our home, but spend a few days at your husband’s place to dodge any loose talk."

Bo Shan bowed her head in silence.

She could brush off that jerk’s nonsense, but her father’s instructions? She always obeyed them.

This disastrous marriage had been dictated by the family, leaving her powerless to object—she’d merely harbored illusory hopes right up to the ceremony.

But reality had shattered into scattered fragments.

Bo Shan slowly accepted her fate.

Head down, she approached Song Qianlong.

The elderly father happily caressed his silvery beard.

As Song Qianlong grasped Bo Shan’s hand and they departed under the Bo Family Patriarch’s gaze, he murmured softly.

"Feeling down? Seek out some fine gentlemen on the side—everyone does it, no need to dwell on it."

Bo Shan’s fists tightened at once.

She’d never stoop to being such trash!

Still, clinging to her morals—what would it achieve? Endure watching this cad carouse nightly while she sat alone in an empty bedchamber.

As the Bo Family daughter, can’t I even seize my own joy?

Grief overwhelmed Bo Shan.

Right then, a servant hurried up.

"Report! Master, Master Jin from the Foolish Underworld and Captain Song seek to meet you—they’re in the hall."

The Bo Family Patriarch furrowed his brow faintly; this wasn’t on today’s agenda.

"Dad?"

Bo Shan glanced at her father, but he merely dismissed her with a wave and headed straight to the hall.

Prior to her wedding, Bo Shan managed all such dealings.

Married now, Bo Family business mostly excluded her.

With Bo Shan and her spouse gone, the Bo Family Patriarch received the guests in the hall.

"Family Head Bo!"

"Lord Bo!"

Song Zhenrong and Master Jin rose to offer their respects.

Song Zhenrong, itching to spill the details, got held back by Master Jin’s sharp glance.

Master Jin served as Song Zhenrong’s immediate boss, his superior in every sense.

Of all the masters, only Master Jin had consented to assist; the Mansion Lord was beyond Song Zhenrong’s reach.

Following some pleasantries, Master Jin cut to the chase.

"Family Head Bo, in last night’s operation, a Deputy Captain under us suffered a grave demon wound. Though we’ve tried everything, our domain’s healers, hampered by their skills, failed to heal him. We beseech the Bo Family’s aid—the Underworld will forever be indebted."

The Foolish Underworld boasted plenty of experts, yet a Deputy Captain carried real importance, and with his cherished subordinate pleading, Master Jin swallowed his pride to plead for a chance.

Grasping their purpose, the Bo Family Patriarch grinned.

He leisurely lifted the teacup, dispersed the rising vapor with a breath, sipped delicately, then replied.

"Handling this is quite the challenge."

Challenging implied possible.

Master Jin, sharp as ever, caught the hint immediately.

However, Song Zhenrong couldn’t restrain himself—his sister’s life hung in the balance, shattering his typical poise.

"Lord Bo, please save my sister! I’ll do whatever it takes if you help her!"

Master Jin’s brow creased sharply.

This was botching the talks!

It would only let the sly old man hike his demands!

True enough, the Bo Family Patriarch started laying out steep conditions.

"I’ve heard your master lately obtained an [original evil stone] from the Land of Gathering Evil..."

Master Jin’s expression twisted in shock.

"Hold it!"

A strained look crossed Master Jin’s face.

"Bo Family Head, aren't you putting us in a tough spot? That item belongs to the Mansion Lord; we're not worthy to lay hands on such treasures..."

The sly old fox gave a faint smile.

"No need to rush. I know your Mansion Lord well—he can't consume an entire original evil stone in one go. He'll surely split it into pieces and use them slowly. After the division, some residue will remain. Whoever gathers that residue and brings it to me, terms can be discussed freely."

As the Bo Family Patriarch delivered these words, his eyes did not linger on Master Jin, but instead... locked onto Song Zhenrong.

Original evil stone... residue... sister...

Song Zhenrong balled his fists tight, staying utterly silent.

Master Jin nodded eagerly, bobbing like a rattle-drum.

After a few more exchanges in their haggling, the Old Family Master outright rejected every other demand raised.

Letting out a regretful sigh, Master Jin departed together with Song Zhenrong.