The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 630: Chapter 598: The Beauty Pie Falling from the Sky! (2)_3

"Qiudong!" Overcome with emotion, Mrs. Bo stood up and rushed toward Bao Qiudong, embracing him tightly as she cried out in grief.

THUMP THUMP THUMP!

THUMP THUMP THUMP!

THUMP THUMP THUMP!

Amidst the heartbreaking cries of mother and son, the sound of footsteps suddenly thundered through the open doorway, echoing into the Bo Family’s main hall.

SWOOSH!

At the sound of the approaching footsteps, the family of three shuddered in unison. Their crying stopped cold.

Bo Xianmin’s throat went bone dry. Gripping the sofa so hard his knuckles turned white, he slowly turned his head toward the door. As the cries of Bao Qiudong and his mother died away, the Bo Family’s main hall fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

The approaching footfalls were like the steps of the Death God, tolling a final countdown for their family’s doom. The seconds ticked by, each one stretching for an eternity. Finally, an expressionless Qin Fan materialized in the suffocating atmosphere of the hall.

The moment he stepped into the Bo residence, Mrs. Bo scrambled forward and dropped to her knees before him. "Young man, please spare Qiudong! I’m begging you!" With that, she kowtowed heavily, pressing her forehead to the floor.

As Mrs. Bo, she was used to a pampered life, admired and courted by thousands. But in this moment, the proud and haughty matriarch had no other choice. To save Bao Qiudong, she was willing to cast aside all her dignity and pride. It was a powerful display of motherly love. Unfortunately, she seemed to have forgotten the countless people who had once knelt before her, only to be met with her cold, disdainful scorn.

"If kneeling and begging were effective, would there even be a need for words like ’retribution’ or ’consequences’ in this world?"

Qin Fan halted, looking down at Mrs. Bo’s pale, pleading face. He shook his head with a cold, mocking sneer. Then, he suddenly reached out and clamped his hand on the crown of her head. He activated the Soul Capturing Technique, channeling his True Qi to drive his Divine Sense deep into her mind!

"AHHH!!!"

"AHHH!!!"

As Qin Fan’s Soul Capturing Technique probed her sea of consciousness, Mrs. Bo’s face twisted into a hideous, hysterical mask as she began to scream.

Faced with this horrifying scene, Bao Qiudong didn’t make a move to defend his mother. Instead, he remained curled up on the floor, trembling. His eyes were filled with pure terror, not a trace of hatred for Qin Fan. As for Bo Xianmin, he could only clench his jaw and stand frozen in place.

One was her husband, the other her doted-on son. Yet as they watched the person closest to them suffer such agony, their overwhelming fear of Qin Fan drove them to silence. The selfishness of human nature and the coldness of the heart were on full display in the Bo Family’s main hall.

Qin Fan withdrew his True Qi and Divine Sense, but his fingers remained clamped on Mrs. Bo’s head. In a voice laced with ice, he began to recount the memories he had just plucked from her mind.

"Two months ago, a woman in a shopping mall accidentally stepped on your foot, and you slapped her across the face three times in public!

"Three months ago, an old man selling chestnuts accidentally scratched your car with his tricycle. Your driver bullied him into paying five thousand in compensation, and you just watched from inside the car, indifferent!

"Six months ago, a distant relative came to borrow life-saving money. You drove him away like a dog, simply because you felt that such a low-status relative no longer deserved to appear in your world!

"A year ago, a young girl at a beauty salon used water that was slightly too hot and scalded you. You ignored her desperate pleas as she knelt on the floor, insisting that the owner fire her and withhold her salary!

"Two years ago, Li Guofu sexually assaulted a university student. When she tried to sue him, you hired a legal team to turn the tables and slander her. Unable to bear the pressure and the false accusations, that young woman took her own life!

"Three years ago, Bao Qiudong killed someone while driving drunk. You secretly had people threaten the victim’s family, ultimately silencing them with a payment of two hundred thousand!

"And these are just the tip of the iceberg, Mrs. Bo. It wasn’t just Bao Qiudong who has sinned; you have too! So tell me, where do you get the audacity to kneel and beg for mercy? Tell me... shouldn’t you die?"

As the soul-tearing pain from the probe subsided, Mrs. Bo was left stunned by Qin Fan’s recitation of her darkest secrets. "No... no, how do you know all that? How could you possibly know?" she shrieked hysterically.

"Oh, I don’t just know about those things. I also know about your sordid private life," Qin Fan added with a mocking smile. "Over the past few years, you’ve slept with more than a handful of boy toys, haven’t you?"

Disloyal and unfilial.

Cruel and unjust.

These words were a perfect summary of Mrs. Bo. Faced with such a morally bankrupt woman, even putting Bao Qiudong aside, Qin Fan felt the urge to enact heaven’s judgment himself.

"What? What did you just say?!" Hearing Qin Fan’s last words, Bo Xianmin, who had been gripping the sofa in silence, shot to his feet. His eyes bulged, and veins throbbed on his temples as he roared.

For a man of his stature, to be betrayed by his own wife was an utter annihilation of his dignity, a trampling of his very being. Bo Xianmin valued his reputation above all else; how could he possibly tolerate such a thing? He had heard whispers about the other things his wife had done. In his mind, that was just how the world worked. For people of their status, such transgressions weren’t that serious as long as they didn’t cross a critical line.

But being cheated on? That he didn’t know. If he had known, he would have gone mad long ago.

"No! Xianmin, no, don’t listen to his lies! Don’t listen to him! I didn’t do it! I didn’t!" Mrs. Bo shrieked frantically, her face deathly pale with despair amidst her husband’s hoarse, furious roar.