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

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The vibration sound of the mobile phone was infinitely amplified in the quiet space, and the air around it was trembling slightly.

Rong Zhi took out his cell phone, glanced at it, and hung up.

He didn't answer the call three times in a row, but he didn't block the other party either.

Sang Yuwan looked at him indifferently, with a sneer on his face.

"Second Master, do you need me to step aside?"

Rong Zhi frowned slightly and replied in a low voice, "No need."

His voice was tinged with incense and slightly hoarse.

Sang Yuwan leaned back, her eyelids gradually became heavy, and soon she fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already 5:30 in the morning.

The faint morning light filtered into the mourning hall, making the lighting much softer.

Rong Zhi was still kneeling on the mat, his eyes slightly closed, his profile clear and distinct.

Further down, the slender neck and the protruding Adam's apple...

Sang Yuwan's mind was inexplicably flooded with the images of that night. Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, her ears were burning, and her fair face was flushed like fire.

Maybe it was because I was in Bo Xingzhi's funeral hall that I felt like I was caught cheating.

She pursed her lips, moved a little, and stood up.

The black plain dress slipped off her body.

Looking closely, it was Rongzhi's outermost coat.

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly stopped and his body stiffened for a moment.

Then, his heartbeat quickened and his eyes grew darker.

Bending down, he picked up the coat. He walked over to Rong Zhi, handed it to him, and pursed his lips slightly, "Here."

Rong Zhi raised his eyes and reached out to take it.

The two of them touched their fingers faintly.

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he felt panic for no reason, so he quickly withdrew his hand.

Rong Zhi's face was calm, as if he didn't feel anything.

He took the clothes and put them back on.

A faint cold fragrance emanated from the clothes.

A taste that is unique to her.

Rong Zhi curled the corners of his mouth.

Sang Yuwan tidied her clothes and checked the eternal lamp under the crystal coffin.

Death is like a lamp going out.

The great master said that once the eternal lamp went out, Bo Xingzhi would not be able to be reincarnated and would only be a lonely ghost in the future.

In the past few days, Sang Yuwan also thought about turning off the lights and letting his soul wander around.

On second thought, I decided to let him reincarnate so that he can be with Gu Jingheng in the next life.

After all, although he and she were not actually husband and wife, he had helped her a lot in her career.

It is partly due to him that she is where she is today.

"Madam." Xian Si walked in hurriedly, with a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Sang Yuwan took the phone.

Lower your eyes.

Gossip news caught my eye.

"The former head of the Bo family passed away unexpectedly, and his rumored girlfriend made a low-key appearance at the memorial hall."

Picture:

A slim woman, wearing a black coat and sunglasses, walked into the Bo family's door.

Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank slightly, and her eyes were filled with coldness. "Mingmei. Ha."

The mage just entered the scene, and Rong Zhi immediately stood up.

The mourning hall, which had been quiet all night, became noisy again.

Xian Si lowered his voice, "Madam, I checked. The paparazzi who took the photos were hired by Fourth Miss Ming herself. She also released the news herself."

Sang Yuwan glanced at Rong Zhi and walked out of the mourning hall. "For the sake of popularity, she really doesn't care about our Second Master's feelings at all."

Xian Si also found it incredible. "According to common sense, there's no need for Miss Ming Si to do this. If she really wants to attract attention, wouldn't it be better to just expose her relationship with the Second Master?"

Sang Yuwan sneered, "She just wanted to disgust me."

Xian Si was stunned and suddenly realized.

Sang Yuwan continued forward, "Take down 'Xinyu' as soon as possible."

"Yes." Xian Si followed her, "This trending topic about Fourth Miss Ming, should I try to suppress it first?"

Sang Yuwan's expression was indifferent. "Second Master is not anxious, why should I be anxious?"

Xian Si said, "I'm afraid if it drags on for too long, it will be disrespectful to my wife."

Sang Yuwan's lips curled up slightly, "My reputation has already been completely destroyed by Bo Xingzhi."

Xian Si's heart tightened and he dared not speak again.

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Sang Yuwan returned to her room and ate something.

Afterwards, she simply washed up and put on some light makeup.

Her long hair was tied up with a peach wood hairpin, making her look cold and noble.

He was still wearing the plain black clothes, which gave off an indifference that kept people at a distance.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes growing colder and colder.

After Bo Xingzhi's death, he gained more identities.

The head of the Bo family.

The person in charge of the Bo Group.

Also, a new widow who has lost her husband.

The last one made her feel humiliated and resentful.

If Bo Xingzhi had normal sexual orientation and truly loved her, she would be able to accept this identity calmly even if they only lived together for three days.

She would never forgive his deception and exploitation.

For the sake of the Bo family and the "Bo Group", allowing him to be buried with dignity is the limit of Sang Yuwan's patience.

She took two deep breaths, adjusted her mood, went downstairs and went to the mourning hall.

There is still half an hour before Bo Xingzhi's official funeral.

The mourning hall was already full of people.

Ning Wanzhen's crying was so sad that many people cried.

Sang Yuwan tried to persuade her a few more times, and her eyes gradually turned red.

It’s not because of sadness, but because of hatred that has been suppressed for too long.

Mrs. Bo came over on crutches, wailed twice, and then fell silent. After all, he wasn't her own grandson, so she had no feelings for him and couldn't cry.

People from the second and third rooms came over.

Even Bo Yuheng's grandson, who had just turned one year old, wore mourning clothes.

Sang Yuwan didn't care whether they came or not.

In any case, the position of the head of the Bo family has not fallen into the hands of anyone else and is still in the hands of the eldest wife.

Her promise to Bo Yuanshan was half fulfilled.

Outsiders did not know that Bo Xingzhi did not get a marriage certificate with her.

This secret will be buried with the dead.

In the past, present and future, she is the undisputed wife of the Bo family.

Xian Si walked around the crowd and approached Sang Yuwan. She leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Madam, Fourth Miss Ming just posted a Weibo."

"What did you say?" Sang Yuwan said in a calm voice with clear eyes.

Xian Si replied, "Look."

Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes and glanced at the phone screen.

"What I missed wasn't the opportunity, but the inexplicable hesitation. How can I not regret it?"

Picture:

Black and white photo of a man and a woman's hands, fingers intertwined.

It's obvious what she wants to express.

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“They must have been deeply in love before.”

A faint sneer appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips.

This is probably the most "intimate" photo of Mingmei and Bo Xingzhi.

Perhaps, five years ago, Bo Xingzhi had considered her.

After all, it’s just a gay wife, it has nothing to do with love or not.

Later, he changed his mind and chose himself, probably because he listened to Bo Yuanshan's advice.

The corner of Sang Yuwan's eyes fell on Rong Zhi on the left, and she curled the corners of her lips slightly.

Almost at the same time, Rong Zhi turned his head slightly and looked at her.

The coldness and loneliness that emanated from Sang Yuwan's bones passed through the air and penetrated into his heart.

He moved a step closer to her and spoke softly, "Madam, is there something wrong?"

The clear voice, with a little moisture and a hoarseness, was somewhat seductive.

Sang Yuwan's brows sank and her expression changed. "What did you call me?"

Rong Zhi clasped his hands together and let them fall naturally. He pursed his lips and asked, "Is it not okay for me to call you Madam?"

He called her "Madam," and there was nothing wrong with that.

Xiansi, Minglang, these are what the servants called her.

However, when these two words came out of his mouth, there was a hint of inexplicable meaning.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips slightly, her eyes were as dark as ink, and a storm was brewing.

"Second Master, you are really energetic today."

There was another sentence after that, which was not said.

The top of the head is green.