out to Bo JinYu softly.Bo Jin Yu strode forward, coldly glancing at Shen Ning Ran.That look was full of malice and disgust.Shen Ningran curled her lips, a sarcastic smile playing at the corner of her...Hospital.

Bo Jin yu was sent to the emergency room. In the car, Shen Ning ran treated Bo Jin yu's wounds. He had bled a lot and his pulse was very weak.

Shen Ningran stood at the door of the emergency room, her slender body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

A nurse walked past Shen Ningran and came over to ask with concern, "Miss, are you alright"

Shen Ningran nodded and shook her head. She lowered her head, spreading out her hands to look at the blood that had solidified on them, and tears finally streamed down her face, big and heavy.

Hushed footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Gong Shulan hurried over soon after, followed by the old master and Zhou Zhiruo.

"Rǎnrǎn" Gōng Shūlán looked at Shen Níng Rǎn's dazed expression, a wave of worry washing over him.

"How is Ajin doing" the old man grabbed a nurse and asked.

"He's still in the ICU, please don't worry."

Zhou Zhiruo cried, "Who is it Who wants to kill my son"

Shen Ningran heard Zhou Zhi's weeping and moved her body, her dry lips parting slightly. "Aunt Zhou, I'm sorry... he became like this because he saved me... We encountered assassins on our way back, the assassin's target was me, he took the blow for me..."

Shen Ningran's voice choked with remorse.

The old man stepped forward.

Gong Shulan quickly stood in front of Shen Ningran, eyeing the old Master Bo with apprehension.

The old master narrowed his brows and looked at Shen Ningran, “Tell me everything that happened tonight.”

Shen Ningran took a deep breath, her hand on the side clenched into a fist, and quickly told everything to her grandfather.

Zhou Zhiruo's face paled again and again, and finally she couldn't help but cover her mouth. When they came, they only heard that Bo Jin was in trouble and in the hospital, but they never expected that what happened tonight would be so dangerous.

They were almost separated from their mother forever.

The old man, leaning on his cane, stood silently. After listening, he turned and walked to a nearby chair, sitting down. A pair of aged eyes, veiled in mist, seemed to conceal his emotions.

After a long silence, he asked, "Who do you suspect shot the gun"

"The man of sharp wit, or perhaps it is he."

"Impossible." The old man raised his eyes to look at Shen Ningran, saying in disbelief, "It couldn't be him."

Besides Bo Mingjun, I can't think of anyone else who could have done it. If the child is dead, the Bo family will surely be in chaos. This would allow them to vent their anger and take advantage of your and Bo Jinyu's grief to seize control of the management company.

Do you remember the guesses I made before Uncle Bo passed away, and you only have one son left. He thought he would definitely become the heir to the company, but you gave the position to Bo Jin Yu instead. Then Bo Jin Yu got into that car accident. Do you think all of this is just a coincidence

Shen Ningran believed that tonight's events were inextricably linked to Pei Zhen and Lin Yiwu, the mother and daughter. But their target was her, and the gunman who fired later targeted all of them.

After thinking it over, besides the Thin Mingjun and his family, no one else could do it.

"These are just your guesses; you have no evidence."

The old man didn't know if he didn't believe it, or was unwilling to believe it, and once again resolutely denied Shen Ningran's words.

Shen Ningran clenched her hand, her words crisp and clear, "My guess isn't unfounded. All guesses have grounds. If this person is truly innocent, no one would suspect him."

"Dad, Ranran makes a good point. Over the years, Mingjun hasn't exactly hidden his ambition."

OK!

The old man impatiently interrupted Zhou Zhiruo's words.

Stop saying these things without evidence. We're family, and while Mingjun can be ruthless sometimes, he wouldn't go so far as to murder his own brother.

Our family business is large and there are many people eyeing us. Now, nobody dares to say that there aren't others behind the scenes causing trouble. You shouldn't keep speculating here anymore.

"Intuition Master Bo, do you simply not believe it or are you unwilling to"

As if Shen Ningran had hit the nail on the head, Lao Ye's eyes turned cold. "Shen Ningran, this is a matter of my family!"

“It’s true that it’s a matter of the Bo family, but my child is also a descendant of the Bo family, your beloved grandson. You weren't there, so you couldn't see the scene where the assassin pointed a gun at the child's head. You know this clearly in your heart, yet you brushed it aside with a claim of no evidence.”

Shen Ningran stared deeply at Old Master Bo, her moist eyes filled with fear, resentment, and grief. Such an expression made even Old Master Bo unable to meet her gaze.

She was truly terrified. Seeing her child with a gun pointed at them, she felt like the world was ending.

"Ranran, that's enough, let's stop talking."

Gung Shulan stepped forward and hugged Shen Ningran. She knew that no one would be as afraid as Shen Ningran of what had happened tonight.

Seeing my own child being pointed at by a gun, it was so close, really just a hair's breadth away from Yu Chen becoming a lifeless body that could never speak again.

"Alright, Rannan, it's okay, everything is alright..." Gong Shulan hugged Shen Ningran and gently patted her face, soothingly comforting her.

Shen Ningran took a deep breath, but the air was so heavy that it made it hard to breathe.

The old master watched Shen Ningran's back, those words echoing in his ears over and over again.

But, he was unwilling to believe it. Without concrete evidence laid out before him, he wouldn't believe it.

The weather in March wasn't very cold, but the wind blowing through made a chilling sensation spread through her thin clothes, leaving Shen Ningran shivering.

"You wouldn't believe these words even if they were proven true." Gong Shulan walked beside Shen Ningran at some point, staring into the darkness ahead and sighing deeply.

Shen Ningran lowered her eyes, the fear hadn't fully digested yet.

"Rǎnrǎn, he only has that one son. No matter how much you say, it won't help."

"I know." Shen Ningran raised her eyes to look at Gong Shulan, "I was a little... out of control tonight, Mom. I'm really... too afraid."

There are thieves who have been stealing for a thousand days, but there is no one who has been guarding against thieves for a thousand days.

She's really afraid that one day she might not be careful and danger will come upon her.

……

Outside the emergency room door.

I don't know how long it took, but the suffocating silence made everyone feel oppressed.

On the horizon, a fish belly white appeared. Finally, the big door opened. The doctor walked out, and a glimmer of light appeared in everyone’s dull eyes. Old Master Bo, leaning on his cane, hurriedly stood up and took a step forward with his numb legs.

The doctor couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Old Master Bo.

"Doctor, how is my grandson"

The doctor nodded, "The surgery was successful, Mr. Bao is out of danger, please rest assured."n Ningran's eyes.Bo Yanqing didn't know that every word and action of hers was being recorded by a miniature camera and transmitted to He He's computer."The antidote."Bo Yanqing sat there, chin restin...