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

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips tightly, her face solemn, with a huge mystery hidden in her heart.

She sat on the sofa for a while before getting up to rest.

Rong Zhi asked the man in black to drive the car to a secluded place and turned off the engine.

Their sight just happened to be able to see the third floor of Sang Yuwan's villa.

The man in black was puzzled and asked boldly, "Second Master, if you are so worried about Madam, why don't you go in?"

Rong Zhi's stern face, shrouded in darkness, was deep and cold. "You're too talkative."

Seeing that he wasn't angry, the man in black asked again, "Second Master, do you want to give Ning Wanzhen a copy of Bo Xingzhi's medical report as well?"

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his lips, "If you give it to her now, she will only be more suspicious of the unknown origin of the child in Sang Yuwan's belly."

The man in black was startled, turned his head and looked at him, "Then just tell her about Bo Xingzhi's life story."

Rong Zhi frowned and said in a cold voice, "It's not the right time yet." After a pause, he added, "Even if you put the facts in front of her, she won't believe it."

The man in black blurted out, "Faced with facts, she has to believe it even if she doesn't want to."

Rong Zhi sneered, "She doesn't dare to believe it."

The man in black suddenly understood. "I understand. To Ning Wanzhen, Bo Xingzhi is her child. He is her and Bo Yuanshan's only son. Only in this way can she continue to live in the Bo family."

hum-

The cell phone vibrated in the car, especially rapidly.

Rong Zhi took it out and glanced at it. The light from the phone illuminated his cold eyes, but soon they were dark again.

Seeing this, the man in black turned around and sat down.

Rong Zhi pressed the answer button.

"Azhi, how are you doing recently?"

The person who called Rong Zhi was a middle-aged woman.

Rong Zhi looked at the window of Sang Yuwan's bedroom. The warm light suddenly went out. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Not bad."

"Did you find her?" the woman asked again.

The corners of Rong Zhi's lips curled up and he said "hmm".

"Does she accept you?" the woman continued to ask.

Rong Zhi's eyebrows flickered, and his tone was lower than before, "No."

"Azhi, when pursuing a girl, you need to put more thought into it and not use force." The woman was a little disappointed.

Rong Zhi raised his foot and kicked the front seat, signaling the man in black to start the car.

The car slowly drove out of Qinghe Garden.

Rong Zhi continued talking on the phone with the woman.

"If I had used force, we might have been together a long time ago."

The woman was stunned for a moment. "What do you mean? Does she already have a boyfriend?" She paused, her tone a little shocked. "Or is she already married?"

"Yeah." Rong Zhi straightened his lips and responded softly.

The woman was astonished. "She's really married. Ah Zhi, if that's the case, then it means you two are not destined to be together. You should just forget about her."

Rong Zhi responded, "Her husband is dead."

"What did you say?" The woman was shocked and raised her voice.

Clusters of streetlights fell on Rong Zhi's face, briefly coating it with a layer of fine haze.

He looked calm and continued, "Just after I came back, her husband died..."

"Azhi, it can't be you..." The woman interrupted hurriedly, her voice rising again.

The corners of Rong Zhi's lips twitched, "I'm not that despicable."

The woman took a deep breath. "Azhi, that's not what I meant. Her husband died just after you returned. This is too much of a coincidence..."

"Yeah, what a coincidence." A faint sneer appeared on Rong Zhi's lips, and his voice was a little cold.

The woman seemed too shocked and was silent for a few seconds before speaking again, "Azhi, does she have a child?"

"I just got pregnant." When Rong Zhi said this, his cold brows softened a lot.

"Posthumous child?" The woman was surprised again. "Azhi, you're not planning to be a father, are you?"

Rong Zhi's heart heaved, and his lips curled up, "My child."

"Your child...what...Azhi...you..." The woman was so shocked that she stuttered.

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow. "Digest it well. I'm hanging up."

"Wait... wait..." the woman said hurriedly, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

Rong Zhi replied to her, "What else?"

The woman's heavy breathing reached his ears. "Azhi, I just heard that Rong Sheng is dead?"

Rong Zhi's expression turned grim again, "He's already been buried, and you just heard about it."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then said self-deprecatingly, "You know, I've never cared about domestic affairs."

Rong Zhi didn't say anything.

The woman continued, "Now that he's dead, you'll be the only heir to the Rong family. What are you going to do next?"

A cold light flashed in Rong Zhi's eyes, "What heir? I don't care."

"Azhi, don't be confused at this time. If you don't want it, there are plenty of people who will snatch it away. For example, Rong Moyuan. I'm afraid he has been hoping for Rong Sheng's death for a long time." The woman's tone became serious.

"It's his ability that he can snatch it away." Rong Zhi said sarcastically.

"Azhi, what are you talking about?" The woman said with a stronger tone, a hint of sadness in her voice, "That place originally belonged to your mother..."

The cold light in Rong Zhi's eyes disappeared, his black pupils instantly turned cold, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Heh."

"Azhi, listen to me. Don't give up what belongs to you, no matter what." The woman paused, then added, "Don't take what doesn't belong to you by force."

Rong Zhi's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice, "Hang up."

This time, he didn't give the other party a chance to speak again and silently removed the phone from his ear.

He doesn't care about things that belong to him.

He is deeply obsessed with things that don't belong to him.

-

Time is like quicksand, disappearing silently.

In the blink of an eye, the weekend is here again.

After having breakfast at Qingheyuan, Sang Yuwan went to the old house of the Bo family.

She first went to the ancestral hall and lit incense for Bo Xingzhi's spirit.

Ning Xiner came with Ning Wanzhen.

"Cousin."

Sang Yuwan glanced at her coldly and nodded slightly.

Ning Xiner saw her arrogant attitude and felt mad. She gritted her teeth and suppressed her emotions.

When Ning Wanzhen saw Bo Xingzhi's tablet, her eyes immediately turned red. She swayed and choked with sobs, "Xingzhi, it's been two months since you left..."

Ning Xiner pinched the inside of her thigh fiercely, her eyes reddened in pain, and she forced a few tears to fall, "Cousin... wuwu..."

Ning Wanzhen saw her crying, and her heart became even more distressed. "Xingzhi, are you okay over there? Have you seen your father..."

Sang Yuwan felt that this was a bit noisy, so she said calmly, "Mom, Xingzhi definitely doesn't want to see you like this. He will only feel at ease if you are well."

Before Ning Wanzhen could say anything, Ning Xiner cried, "Cousin, not everyone is like you, with such good control over their emotions. Aunt misses cousin, so..."

Ning Wanzhen felt even more sad when she heard this. "Xin'er is right. I only have this one son..."

She had just said one sentence when a sour taste blocked her throat and she couldn't say anything else.

Ning Xiner bit the corner of her lip, glanced secretly at Sang Yuwan, and started crying again.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened and he walked out.

As she reached the entrance of the ancestral hall, Rong Zhi, dressed in black, came towards her.