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

There was a painful struggle in Bo Xinglan's panicked eyes.

Sang Yuwan looked at her and said, "Sixth sister, you are no longer a child. You should have your own judgment of right and wrong, and you should have your own opinions."

Bo Xinglan pursed her lips, her eyes gradually clearing, "Sister-in-law, I understand."

Sang Yuwan smiled at her and said, "It's getting late, go back and get some rest."

Bo Xinglan nodded.

Sang Yuwan looked at her leaving back, his eyes darkening.

Bo Hanshan and Fang Yi were both ambitious, but they raised such a weak-willed daughter.

It would be great if Bo Xinglan could be as scheming as Ning Xiner.

Sang Yuwan's expression tightened and she called Minglang in.

"Have you checked the matter of the photo?"

"Madam, this was indeed done by Bo Yuheng." Minglang affirmed.

Sang Yuwan seemed a little unconvinced, "Did Ning Xiner participate in this?"

Minglang denied it, "No."

Sang Yuwan frowned, always feeling that Ning Xiner was involved in this matter.

Minglang asked doubtfully, "Madam suspects her?"

A hint of coldness filled Sang Yuwan's eyes. "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."

Minglang was startled. "Madam, how about I take people and kick her out of the Bo family right now?"

Sang Yuwan let out a cold smile and said, "I want to see if she can stir up trouble right under my nose."

Minglang lowered his head and said, "Madam, I will make sure someone keeps a close eye on her."

Sang Yuwan was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Has the Second Young Master arrived home?"

Minglang raised his wrist to check the time, "It should be time."

Sang Yuwan breathed slowly, looking helpless. "I originally wanted to go back to the Ming family to celebrate Uncle Ming's birthday, but Aunt Jiang said I have to stay in the hospital for the next few days and can't go anywhere."

Minglang comforted her, "The master will understand. Besides, birthdays come every year."

Sang Yuwan's expression was solemn. "My sixtieth birthday, this is the only one."

Minglang said, "There's nothing we can do about it."

Sang Yuwan felt a slight prick in her heart, then she calmed down and said, "When the time comes, you and Xiansi will go back together with the invitation."

Minglang was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Okay."

Sang Yuwan's words "go back" are enough to show that she has regarded the Ming family as her own family.

Aunt Qiu came out of the small kitchen with a small tray in her hand containing some snacks and a glass of juice.

Minglang communicated with her in sign language and then left.

Sang Yuwan was in a complicated mood at this time, with a lot of things weighing on her mind.

She looked at the macaron-colored snacks on the plate, her eyes lit up, and her heart suddenly felt relieved.

Good food really can heal everything.

Aunt Qiu’s cooking skills are amazing. There is nothing she cooks that Sang Yuwan doesn’t love.

Before she knew it, she had eaten three small snacks.

Halfway through drinking the juice, Xiansi pushed the door open and came in.

"Madam, Rong Sheng's funeral list is out."

Sang Yuwan's eyes tightened, and she quickly put down the glass and took the document she handed over.

The Rong family is a well-known and powerful family in the capital, and the past two generations have held great power.

Rong Sheng is at the pinnacle of power.

I don’t know whether he really has no children or he deliberately hid his children’s information.

Currently, the only descendant who appears in the public eye is his nephew Rong Moyuan.

Sang Yuwan saw Rong Moyuan's name on the funeral list at a glance.

There are a few other people who are not strangers.

They are all high-ranking figures in the powerful circle of Beijing.

Sang Yuwan's gaze finally fell on the last name.

Rongzhi.

Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank and her heart skipped a beat.

"He is indeed a member of the Rong family."

Xian Si looked nervous, "No wonder I couldn't find any information about the Second Master before."

Sang Yuwan's fingers tightened inch by inch, and the list was crumpled into a ball.

Xian Si continued, "Madam, next..."

Sang Yuwan got up and stood in front of the window. The warm sunlight shone through the window onto her body, coating her with a layer of fine golden light.

Xian Si wrung his hands, held his breath, and stood quietly behind her.

Sang Yuwan thought for a few seconds and made a decision, "Find out where Mr. Rong's funeral will be held, and then send a wreath."

"Yes, ma'am." Xian Si asked again, "Do we need to send someone to offer condolences in person?"

"No need." Sang Yuwan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and a dark shadow fell on her eyelids.

Xiansi took action immediately.

Sang Yuwan stood alone in front of the window for a full ten minutes before the huge waves in her heart slowly subsided.

"My last name is Rong Zhi. Call me Rong Zhi."

That day in front of Bo Xingzhi's mourning hall, Rong Zhi corrected her way of addressing him for the first time.

Unexpectedly, he was actually a member of the Rong family.

However, the Rong family is of noble status, so how could they allow Bo Yuanshan to adopt them as their son?

Even if Rong Zhi got lost accidentally, with the Rong family's ability, they could find him back in a very short time.

Rong Zhi entered the Bo family at the age of four and lived there until he was twenty-six.

He lived in the Bo family for twenty-two years.

It is impossible for the Rong family not to find him after such a long time.

Or maybe the Rong family has found him, but he doesn't want to go back.

Why was Rong Zhi unwilling to go back? He knew clearly that Bo Yuanshan adopted him in order to make him a substitute for Bo Xingzhi.

For a moment, these problems were like a tangled ball of wool that couldn't be sorted out.

Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes and unfolded the funeral list that was crumpled into a ball bit by bit.

She looked at the name at the end of the list, and her heart sank.

-

At noon, Jiang Wu came to have lunch with Sang Yuwan, and the two talked about the birth certificate that seemed to be Bo Xingzhi's.

"Wanwan, do you know Mr. Bo's blood type?"

Sang Yuwan was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment, "I think it's type A? I can't remember clearly."

"Type A blood?" Doctor Jiang frowned slightly. "Think about it carefully."

Sang Yuwan bit the corner of her lip and narrowed her eyes. "Over the years, I rarely accompanied him to the hospital. So, I'm not sure."

Doctor Jiang reminded her, "The Bo Group has annual physical examinations, so they should be able to find relevant information."

Sang Yuwan's eyebrows twitched, "Aunt Jiang, I'll have someone check right away."

Doctor Jiang frowned and lowered his voice, "Don't make a big fuss about this. After all, we don't have direct evidence right now. If the suspicion is wrong, Ning Wanzhen will misunderstand you even more."

"Aunt Jiang, don't worry. I know my limits." Sang Yuwan's lips curled up slightly.

Jiang Wu added, "Wanwan, I'm starting to wonder if Bo Yuanshan is being so nice to you just to take advantage of you."

Sang Yuwan's heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle, and it spasmed slightly. He took a deep breath, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What do I have that's worth using?"

Jiang Wu said, "I find it incredible too."

Sang Yuwan took two sips of water to moisten her throat. "Aunt Jiang, it's not just you. I find this a little unbelievable too. Why does Bo Yuanshan trust me so much?"

Jiang Wu said, "He has seen countless people, so naturally he saw the shining point in you."

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, "There are so many people who are better than me. Could it be because he saved me?"

Jiang Wu was stunned for a few seconds, his expression solemn. "Maybe this is the reason. He saved your life. He saved your life. So, he believes that no matter what happens, you will not betray him, the Bo family, or the Bo family."