He slightly nodded: "I advise you, cousin, to go back quickly and investigate. You are the company’s CFO, right? Just a friendly reminder: fabricating financial reports on a NASDAQ-listed company can lead to imprisonment. Instead of arguing with me here, it would be better to find out who this audacious person is, so you don’t end up in jail in America for covering for them."

Although Bo Yan appeared arrogant at the moment, he wasn’t foolish. Bo Yi and Bo Qiliu wanted to pin the company’s current failure entirely on him, subtly manipulating the conversation to make him admit to mistakes, but he wouldn’t fall for it.

On the contrary, the more arrogant his expression, the more cautious his words. Otherwise, he might feel good saying something now, but then the father and son could post his words online.

Dream on if you want to set me up.

Seeing that Bo Yan wouldn’t take the bait, Bo Qiliu wasn’t angry, but his expression grew darker: "So you admit that when the Bo Family was in trouble, you not only didn’t help but added fuel to the fire and enjoyed Bosch’s dividends. How is this different from being disloyal? To think you share the same surname with us, and your grandfather treated you well. Bosch is the result of generations of effort from the Bo Family; this is how you repay the family."

Unfortunately, Bo Yan wasn’t falling for it at all; he just smiled: "There are no family ties in business. When you were cooking the books back then, you should have foreseen that this situation might arise."

He contributed a lot in the beginning, but Bo Qiliu had guarded Bosch like a fortress, not letting him get involved at all. Yet, after Bo Yan became a famous star, he didn’t take a penny as compensation in the first few years, providing free advertising for Bosch. Moreover, for some projects that weren’t easy for Bosch to secure, he used his celebrity status to help negotiate. It was only in recent years, when his grandfather handed Bosch over to his uncle completely, that they feared Bo Yan’s influence and removed him as a spokesperson.

How ironic that the bloodsuckers feel superior when he stops them, yet he’s the one at fault.

With the conversation at this stage, Bo Qiliu understood that it wouldn’t be easy to take advantage of Bo Yan, either verbally or in reality. He glowered: "Bo Yan, you’re something else."

These words were squeezed out through gritted teeth.

As Bo Yi and Bo Qiliu turned to leave, Bo Yan didn’t forget to throw another jab: "Cousin, I heard your youngest son is already a hundred days old. I was busy with work before and didn’t get the chance to congratulate you, I’m terribly sorry."

His words shocked both Bo Yi and Bo Qiliu, while others unaware of the situation remained indifferent. Bo Qiliu knew his son had been fooling around outside, but didn’t realize he was following in his footsteps so closely, already having a child out of wedlock. As for Bo Yi, he thought he had kept it hidden well, but unexpectedly, Bo Yan already knew, leaving him both shocked and enraged, boiling with rage, as if he wanted to kill him: "How did you..."

Nearby, Han Yifan was still in the dark and asked: "I saw Xia Sicai not long ago; wasn’t she not pregnant?"

This sentence hinted enough, immediately making it clear that Bo Yi had someone else outside and even had an illegitimate child. His expression dramatically changed.

Xia Siyu, who had always been at odds with Xia Sicai, wouldn’t miss a chance to exploit her. She turned her head, ostensibly responding to Han Yifan, but really speaking to Bo Yi: "Three months ago, I heard her at the hospital asking about due dates and whether it was a boy or a girl, and getting ready early. Even during the New Year, peace wasn’t to be found."

Xia Siyu’s words made Bo Yi start connecting the dots in fear. Xia Sicai had known for three months; she even asked about the due date, gender... when did she find out? Or might she also have been involved in this scheme?

Bo Yan continued: "But there’s no need to worry about these things. Even if it’s true, marriage isn’t the end of life; you still have choices, right? Your father is especially experienced in dealing with these matters."

His gaze at Bo Qiliu was full of implications.

Bo Qiliu seemed to grasp the meaning behind his words like a lightning strike. For all these years, he’d upheld an image as a good son, husband, and father, yet he had an illegitimate child. Although Li Yiru didn’t force any responsibilities or entangle him, just demanded a tidy sum as child support. He thought it had been covered up perfectly, but at this moment, seeing Bo Yan’s expression, he had a feeling that Bo Yan knew something.

This feeling was like being stalked while walking on a dark road, sending a cold sweat down his back.

He realized that Bo Yan was threatening them not to make a big fuss. If they stirred this up and dragged Bo Yan down, condemning him as a traitor, he would counter with the warning of two illegitimate children. They were still caught amidst the financial fraud whirlpool, barely stabilizing the board with the patriarch’s help by producing a scapegoat.

If they stirred this up further, reputations would be ruined completely. Moreover, the issue involved the Xia Family’s side, potentially affecting them though they might have been participants. They had to swallow this bitter pill and couldn’t even muster enough will to confront them. If the Xia Family withdrew support, Bosch’s situation would become even more precarious!

Bo Qiliu pulled his son forward with a grim face: "Let’s go!"

Bo Yi was still in shock, never imagining that his wife might have long been aware of his affairs outside, possibly even partaking in the assault on Bosch. In his eyes, Xia Sicai had always been gentle, caring, and sensible; they had never even fought once in all those years of marriage. And yet...

"Dad, are we just letting him go like that?" But with Bo Qiliu tugging on his arm, he snapped back to reality, glaring venomously at Bo Yan.

What else can we do? Although Bo Qiliu couldn’t be certain whether Bo Yan knew about his matter with Li Yiru, he was now like a bird startled by the slightest sound, deeply shaken by Bo Yan.

Once they left the restaurant, Bo Yan smiled and said: "Sorry, just some family matters. I apologize for the disturbance. Please continue eating and drinking; tonight’s on me."

Every family has its struggles, especially in such a wealthy household where brotherly conflict and intrigue are abundant. The crew, curious yet cautious, refrained from questioning him.

As most of the meal had been consumed and they had witnessed quite a show, everyone packed up and headed home after some small talk.

Even reaching the hotel, Bo Yan held his composure impressively. But once inside the elevator, his expression suddenly darkened.

Xia Siyu, standing beside him, saw his smile droop instantaneously. Although he’d won a significant victory this time, it seemed like he hadn’t truly won at all.

After all, it’s a family civil war; there are no real winners.

With such matters, not even Xia Siyu could offer him comfort. Yet as they stepped out of the elevator, she gazed outside: "Look, what a beautiful full moon."