Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

When he stepped into the mourning hall again, Sang Yuwan's face was covered with a layer of frost.

Rong Zhi, who was kneeling on the mat, heard the voice, turned his head and looked over.

When he saw it was her, his eyes suddenly tightened and his voice became low.

"No rest?"

Sang Yuwan walked up to him, her eyelashes drooping slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up subtly, "Second Master, your girlfriend left?"

A few hours passed, Rong Zhi's back was still straight, but there were bright red bloodshot eyes.

Hearing this, he frowned slightly, "Girlfriend?"

Sang Yuwan pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth, "He is both my uncle and my brother-in-law, so we are really close relatives."

Rong Zhi frowned slightly. His dark pupils, like thick, indissoluble ink, flashed a gloomy look.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Sang Yuwan took it as her tacit approval of his relationship with Mingmei. She felt as if a steel ball was rolling over her chest, heavy and painful.

He and Mingmei are a serious couple.

He and she were just a one-night stand.

"She's not my girlfriend."

Rong Zhi's chiseled face was close at hand, his eyes deep and profound, his black pupils concealing an endless dark river.

"Heh." Sang Yuwan couldn't help but sneer, "If it's not a girlfriend, then that's a bed partner?"

Rong Zhi's eyes were dark, and seemed to last longer than the night.

"Not at all."

Seeing his denial, Sang Yuwan let out a mocking look, "No matter how wild Mingmei is, she wouldn't dare call herself your girlfriend. Don't worry, Second Master. I won't tell her what happened seven days ago."

She turned her gaze and looked towards the center of the mourning hall.

In the portrait, Bo Xingzhi's mouth is slightly upturned, with a faint smile. His clear eyes seem to contain deep affection.

That handsome face is elegant yet handsome, gentle yet unrestrained.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is outstanding, gentle, and emotionally loyal.

Perfect, almost flawless. Except for her...

When Sang Yuwan thought about this, her stomach churned.

She gritted her teeth and spat, "Pah."

Rong Zhi frowned, "What's wrong?"

Sang Yuwan straightened her lips and said in a cold voice, "Disgusting."

Rong Zhi raised his eyes and looked at her, frowning slightly, "Let the doctor come and take a look."

The tone was slightly anxious.

Sang Yuwan just thought he was just talking casually.

She curled her lips at Bo Xingzhi's portrait and said, "He makes me feel sick."

Rong Zhi's brows relaxed slightly, and a low, cold voice uttered from his thin lips, "My love, regardless of gender."

Sang Yuwan's pupils trembled, and the anger suppressed in her heart burned fiercely. Her starry eyes were stained with a bit of resentment. "I didn't expect that the Second Master's thoughts are so open."

The rising ending tone is full of sarcasm.

A solemn and cold light flashed across Rong Zhi's eyes.

Sang Yuwan's eyes suddenly darkened, and she said quietly, "Rongzhi, between me and Gu Jingheng, who is Mr. Bo's wife?"

The mourning hall suddenly became quiet.

A cool and gloomy wind seemed to blow from the bottom of the crystal coffin.

It's cold and a bit creepy.

The flame of the eternal lamp flickered, which was extremely strange.

Rong Zhi pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Is status important?"

Sang Yuwan felt a sharp stab in her heart, her eyes red with anger. She opened her mouth, but her throat felt like it was being strangled. She struggled to breathe. "Is it not important?"

Rong Zhi knelt on the futon, raised his eyes, looked at her with solemn eyes, and said, "I understand."

Sang Yuwan was stunned for a moment.

His answer was somewhat baffling.

She couldn't understand.

Rong Zhi's black eyes were deep and his thick eyelashes never blinked.

The air lingering between the two of them gradually became subtle.

After a few seconds, Sang Yuwan's eyes trembled, and she said something that was inexplicably caused by her spirit, "Mingmei has been with so many men, isn't that dirty, Second Master?"

"I told you she's not my girlfriend." Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, as if covered in a layer of ash. Within those dark, lacquer-like pupils, there was no warmth.

Sang Yuwan just laughed at herself when she heard this. As expected...

Rong Zhi's eyelids twitched slightly when he saw this. She was afraid that she didn't have the letter.

"I've only ever had one woman."

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly jumped, and a huge sense of crisis arose in his heart.

There is only one meaning...

She hurriedly looked away and prepared to walk over and sit down.

Rong Zhi's voice became even colder, "Go and rest."

Sang Yuwan suppressed her panic and said, "Second Master, if you feel tired, you can get up."

The door of the mourning hall was open, and the night wind blew, making the air cold.

"Ah..."

Sang Yuwan was only wearing a plain black dress. She felt a chill on her back and couldn't help sneezing.

Rong Zhi saw this and subconsciously took off his black coat. He just unbuttoned one button and paused, "I'll ask someone to bring you some clothes."

"No need to trouble you, Second Master." Sang Yuwan refused coldly.

Rong Zhi said in a low voice, "You are the head of the Bo family and the person in charge of the group. You cannot afford to make even the slightest mistake."

Sang Yuwan stood still, her long eyelashes drooping, and said sarcastically, "Without this status, will the Second Master still care about me?"

Rong Zhi's expression remained unchanged. He lowered his voice and said, "You have another identity."

Sang Yuwan was stunned. "What?"

Rong Zhi whispered, "Seven days ago, you and I, a man and a woman."

These words, like a sharp sword, pierced Sang Yuwan's heart. Instantly, his blood began to race, and anger shot up from his feet to his head.

Fatigue from the last few days, coupled with anger, made her vision go dark in an instant, and her body fell straight backwards.

"Be careful."

As a low and cold voice sounded faintly, she fell into a broad embrace.

The cool air was tinged with the scent of incense, passed through his nostrils, and rushed into Sang Yuwan's lungs with his breath.

My heart was pounding, as if some emotion was growing.

She hurriedly broke free, took two steps back, her chest heaving and her face flushed red.

Rongzhi is tall and graceful.

Dressed in black, abstinent, yet addictive.

His lowered eyes were deep, indifferent, and obscure.

Sang Yuwan's eyes flickered, she took a deep breath, raised her hand, and wanted to slap him.

Rong Zhi didn't dodge, the corners of his lips rose slightly, "Be careful not to get a miscarriage."

Joke.

It sounded particularly harsh to Sang Yuwan's ears.

She withdrew her hand and gritted her teeth, "Rongzhi, don't try to control me with this."

Rong Zhi frowned and did not comment.

Sang Yuwan's rage intensified, her fingertips turning pale. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Bo Xingzhi's portrait, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Rong Zhi looked calm as he returned to the futon and knelt down again.

Sang Yuwan took two deep breaths and sat in the seat behind him.

His straight back and full head filled his view. His hairline was sharp and defined, flowing gracefully along his ears and blending perfectly with the lines of his neck.

Simple but not simplistic.

Although this man was not of the Bo family, his innate noble bearing far surpassed Bo's.

What's even more hateful is that he seems to be her nemesis and can easily provoke her emotions.

Uncontrollable relationship.

Sang Yuwan would never allow it.

and……