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

Rong Zhi was about to speak when a dozen men in black walked into the mourning hall and formed two teams to separate the crowd.

A path was left in the middle of the hall.

The sound of sharp footsteps followed, and several middle-aged men in black suits walked in.

The one in the lead was stern and majestic.

Sang Yuwan recognized him and was shocked.

He was none other than Wu Yanqing, the leader of Jiangcheng's political circles.

The day after Bo Xingzhi passed away, he sent his secretary to send a wreath to express his condolences.

Logically speaking, this has already given face to the Zubo family.

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and he tilted his head to ask Xian Si, "Why is Mayor Wu here?"

Xian Si looked puzzled. "Strange, he's not on the guest list for the funeral?"

Sang Yuwan was stunned when Wu Yanqing walked up to her. With a serious expression, he extended his hand to her, "Mrs. Bo, I offer my condolences."

"Thank you for your concern." Sang Yuwan shook hands with him politely.

Wu Yanqing turned around and said to Rong Zhi, "Mr. Rong, I'm sorry."

Sang Yuwan was slightly stunned.

Wu Yanqing's attitude towards Rong Zhi was truly respectful.

What is even more puzzling is that he addressed Rong Zhi as "Young Master Rong" instead of "Second Master".

His last name is Rong.

The one in the capital also has the surname Rong.

Sang Yuwan seemed to have thought of something and curled her fingers.

Rong Zhi looked at Wu Yanqing, his eyes clear, "It is an honor for him and the Bo family that you can carry the coffin for my elder brother."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat.

Although the Bo family was the most powerful family in Jiangcheng, their social status was far inferior to Wu Yanqing's. How could Bo Xingzhi have such virtue and ability to have such a powerful figure in the political world bear his coffin?

Rongzhi's respect for Bo Xingzhi is truly extraordinary.

Their relationship is far more than just "brothers".

While Sang Yuwan was in deep thought, the people behind Wu Yanqing came over one by one to shake hands with her and express their condolences.

"Mrs. Bo, I'm so sorry."

They were all highly respected figures in Jiangcheng. Needless to say, they were invited by Rongzhi to carry the coffin for Bo Xingzhi.

As a result, the number of pallbearers increased from the previously arranged six to twelve.

The subsequent etiquette standards also became a higher level.

Seven forty-eight.

Officially announce the death.

After all the ceremonies, Bo Xingzhi's body was moved from the crystal coffin to a sandalwood coffin.

Ning Wanzhen fainted from crying again.

Just as the sacrificial personnel were about to hand Bo Xingzhi's spirit tablet to Sang Yuwan, Mrs. Bo suddenly spoke.

"According to the rules, the spirit tablet should be carried by the younger generation. Xingzhi doesn't have any children yet, so why not let Junxian do it?"

The Junxian mentioned by Mrs. Bo is Bo Yuheng’s grandson, who just turned one year old.

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

This Bo Yuheng is really good at calculating.

Since Bo Junxian held the spirit tablet, he was equivalent to being adopted by Bo Xingzhi.

In this way, he has the right to inherit everything that Bo Xingzhi owns.

Yesterday, he did not fight or compete, it turned out that this was his plan.

However, what Mrs. Bo said was not without reason. The Bo family had never had a precedent of a "widow" carrying the spirit of the head of the family.

The priest holding the spirit tablet looked at Sang Yuwan, not knowing what to do.

Sang Yuwan was about to speak when Rong Zhi interrupted her and said sharply, "Who said that big brother doesn't have children?"

Madam Bo's expression froze. She was silent for half a second before she mustered up the courage to speak, "Isn't the baby not born yet?"

Rong Zhi glanced sideways, looking disdainfully at Bo Yuheng. His sharp gaze, like a knife, instantly pierced through the secrets deep in his heart.

"If he's not born yet, then his mother will do it. Uncle, what do you think?"

"This?" Bo Yuheng hesitated to speak, with an embarrassed expression.

"How can this be true? The spirit tablet of Xingzhi should be held by the younger generation." Bo Hanshan suddenly spoke, his voice as loud as a volcano about to erupt.

Rong Zhi took a deep breath, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said coldly, "Third Uncle, she is not only the child's mother, but also the head of the Bo family. Isn't this enough?"

Bo Hanshan choked and shuddered.

Rong Zhi's brows furrowed, a dangerous aura lingering around him. "Third Uncle, if you continue to pester me and disrupt the funeral, Big Brother will definitely not forgive you."

Bo Hanshan glanced at the sandalwood coffin and his calves trembled.

He had always been very afraid of Bo Xingzhi, and since he was a bit of a believer in ghosts and gods, Rongzhi's words frightened him. He hesitated for half a second, then stepped aside. His finger bones cracked.

Rong Zhi looked at everyone, paused for each word, and opened his mouth, "Announce the funeral."

The sacrificial personnel handed Bo Xingzhi's spirit tablet to Sang Yuwan.

Rong Zhi held up Bo Xingzhi's portrait.

Xian Si came over and held Sang Yuwan's arm.

The mournful music was like the gentle breeze in the night sky.

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The luxury cars lined up in the parking lot at the cemetery gate left one by one, and this grand funeral finally came to a successful conclusion.

Just as Sang Yuwan was about to get in the car, Minglang suddenly jumped out of the driver's seat.

"Ma'am, there's something wrong with the car."

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly when she heard this, "Is it serious?"

Minglang was panicking, "I can't start the car."

Sang Yuwan's heart sank.

This car was an engagement gift from Bo Xingzhi.

It's been open for four years and there has never been any problem.

Besides, he was fine when he came here.

It broke suddenly, someone must have tampered with it.

Who would be so bold as to touch her car in broad daylight?

Xian Si interrupted, "Madam, I'll send a car over right away."

While Sang Yuwan was hesitating, a car horn sounded behind him.

Minglang turned around and was stunned for a moment, "Second Master?"

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, looking a little tired.

The black Rolls-Royce quickly drove up to her and the driver stepped on the brakes.

The back door opened from the inside, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes came into view.

"what happened?"

As the cold voice reached her ears, Rong Zhi, dressed in black, stood in front of Sang Yuwan.

"The car was tampered with."

Sang Yuwan raised her eyes and looked at Rong Zhi, a sneer of contempt in her eyes.

Rong Zhi tilted his head and glanced at her black Bentley, a cold and fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Sang Yuwan's expression was calm. "It's okay. It's time to change it anyway."

The sky suddenly became extremely gloomy, and the thick clouds seemed to be carrying a huge weight, slowly pressing down on the earth.

A heavy rain is coming.

Rong Zhi looked at her and said calmly, "If you don't mind, take my car back."

Sang Yuwan curled the corners of her lips and said, "The train has been relocated."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew up and raindrops as big as beans began to fall.

Sang Yuwan was wearing thin clothes and could not withstand the cold wave, so she coughed twice.

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened slightly, "Get in the car."

Two simple words, like an order. Strong and unyielding.

Sang Yuwan straightened his back and smiled, "Second Master, take care."

A polite refusal.

Seeing this, Rong Zhi took a half step forward and approached her. His voice was low so that only she could hear it, "I don't mind carrying you in the car."

This statement is even more unquestionable than the previous one.

Although the guests had left, some of the Bo family's clansmen and servants still remained.

Although Sang Yuwan had only a short time of contact with Rong Zhi, she had a general idea of ​​his personality.

Dark, strong, and scheming.

Several tribesmen secretly looked over here.

The widowed sister-in-law and the single brother-in-law standing together have become a topic of conversation after dinner.

What's more, it is the Bo family, which has been the head of Jiangcheng for generations.