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

In front of the servants, Rong Zhi was respectful, "Master."

Sang Yuwan's eyes dimmed slightly, "Are you back from your business trip?"

Rong Zhi pursed his lips, "Just arrived."

Sang Yuwan said no more and continued walking.

The two passed each other.

The back of the hand touched vaguely.

Sang Yuwan's heart was slightly rippling, but her face was calm.

Rong Zhi's eyes were deep and dark, and his black pupils were like a deep pool.

Sang Yuwan went to the main house, followed by Minglang and the old house manager.

"Has Ning Xiner been acting up recently?" Sang Yuwan asked the steward.

The butler lowered his head slightly and replied, "She's been quite quiet lately. Every day she just accompanies the old lady for walks and arranges flowers. Oh, and she also went shopping with her twice."

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but frown, "Nothing unusual?"

The steward trembled, "I didn't notice it."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her lips straightened.

Minglang interrupted, "Madam, instead of being on guard, it's better to just let her go."

Sang Yuwan's eyes tightened, and she rebuked him coldly, "Don't say such things again. No matter what, she is a guest of the Bo family."

Minglang took a deep breath and said, "Yes."

The butler lowered his head still lower.

The three of them came to the main house, and Sang Yu went upstairs to her room at night.

The door was equipped with a combination lock, and no servants could enter without her permission.

The place has been locked for as long as she has lived in Qingheyuan.

As the door opened, the air rushed out, carrying with it a faint smell of being sealed off for a long time.

Minglang frowned, "Madam, I'll go in and clean up first, then you can go in."

Sang Yuwan did not accept it and walked in directly.

Minglang didn't close the door, walked in quickly and opened the window.

The suite actually has a fresh air system, and the air is pretty good, but it lacks popularity.

Sang Yuwan sat down on the sofa, took out her cell phone and checked her emails.

There are much fewer emails on weekends.

The top letter was from the Director of Finance.

Financial Audit Report on Jiangcheng Welfare Home

Sang Yuwan saw the dense data and then opened her notebook.

Log in synchronously.

It is much more comfortable to look at.

Sang Yuwan checked each item one by one, her starry eyes unblinking.

As she guessed, the welfare home's expenses were a big problem.

In addition to the Bo family's annual donation of 10 million, there are donations from other caring companies every month.

The welfare home's monthly expenses do not exceed 50 yuan at most.

In this way, there should be quite a lot left in the account.

Sang Yuwan frowned as he looked at the final balance data.

Minglang poured her a glass of water and brought her some fruits and nuts.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank, and a light flashed in his eyes, "Please ask the Second Master to come up."

Minglang was stunned for a moment and whispered a reminder, "Madam, there are too many people here, and the old lady..."

Sang Yuwan's eyes turned cold, "I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"

Minglang took a deep breath and looked at her with concern. "I just don't want my wife to be misunderstood."

Sang Yuwan said word by word, "I'm afraid of this and that, so I can't do anything."

Minglang said worriedly, "I'll call the Second Master over now."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips.

-

In the ancestral hall.

Rong Zhi walked in, and Ning Wanzhen and Ning Xiner turned their heads at the same time.

"Second brother." Ning Xiner sniffed and greeted him obediently.

Rong Zhi glanced at her disdainfully without saying anything.

His attitude is exactly the same as Sang Yuwan's.

Ning Xiner clenched her fingers in anger, leaving a row of fine teeth marks on her bright red lips.

Ning Wanzhen's pupils shrank, a complex expression in her eyes. She looked at Bo Xingzhi's spirit tablet, her internal organs twisting in knots. The piercing pain quickly spread to every part of her body.

Rong Zhi lit the incense and bowed three times respectfully to Bo Xingzhi's spirit tablet.

Ning Wanzhen looked at his back, feeling unbearable pain and a hint of hatred at the same time.

She couldn't understand why Bo Yuanshan adopted Rongzhi to protect Bo Xingzhi from disaster, but why was it Bo Xingzhi who died in the end?

The more Ning Wanzhen thought about it, the more her heart ached, and her hatred deepened.

She opened her mouth and was about to curse again, but Rong Zhi suddenly turned around.

He saw the hatred in her eyes and said calmly, "Mother, do you have something to say to me?"

Ning Wanzhen's eyes were red, filled with pain and resentment, "You..."

Almost at the same time, Rong Zhi spoke again, "I have something to tell you."

After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze and glared at Ning Xiner coldly, "You go out first."

Ning Xiner was stunned.

Ning Wanzhen didn't know what he was going to do. Her heartbeat suddenly tightened, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Xin'er is not an outsider. There's no need to avoid her."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened slightly, and he spoke each word with pause, "This concerns Big Brother."

Ning Wanzhen's red and swollen eyelids twitched violently, her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

A glimmer of light flashed across Ning Xiner's eyes, then disappeared in an instant. She wanted to stay and hear what was going on. But she said, "Aunt, it's better for me to go out."

She said to Rong Zhi again, "Second brother, Auntie is not in good health, please speak nicely if you have anything to say."

Rong Zhi said coldly, "Get out."

Ning Xiner felt a chill down her spine and turned away in panic.

Ning Wanzhen was about to stop her, but Rong Zhi whispered, "Mother, what I'm going to tell you is very important."

Ning Wanzhen's breathing became tight, and she felt like a huge rock was pressing on her heart, and she was unable to speak.

Ning Xiner bit her lip and walked out. She came to the door and stopped, wanting to eavesdrop.

The man in black came over and closed the door of the ancestral hall.

"Ms. Ning, don't blame me for not reminding you. Just leave now."

Ning Xiner glared at him fiercely, gnashing her teeth and saying, "Who do you think you are?"

The man in black sneered and ignored her.

Ning Xiner glanced at the closed door and left angrily.

The man in black was guarding the door.

Ning Wanzhen saw the door closed, her fingers bent and tense, turning pale. "What on earth do you want to say?"

Rong Zhi paced over to Bo Yuanshan's tablet, his face calm, "Mother, there's something my father has been hiding from you for many years. Do you know?"

Ning Wanzhen shuddered involuntarily, her hands shaking uncontrollably. "Rong Zhi, you're such a piece of shit. Yuanshan's been dead for so many years, and you're still trying to sow discord between him and me."

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank, and his expression turned cold. "Do I need to instigate this?"

Ning Wanzhen said angrily, "If you have something to say, tell me quickly."

A cold wind suddenly blew in from somewhere, making it feel chilly.

The scarlet incense burned even more vigorously.

Rong Zhi stared at Bo Yuanshan's tablet and spoke slowly, "Big brother is not your son. But..."