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

"Rong Zhi, shut up!"

Ning Wanzhen interrupted him in a hoarse voice with red eyes before he could finish.

The burning incense curled up and swirled, and the air pressure in the ancestral hall suddenly dropped.

Rong Zhi leaned to the side and looked at Bo Xingzhi's tablet again. "Mother, anyone with a little medical knowledge knows that two people with type O blood cannot give birth to a child with type A blood."

Ning Wanzhen's heart clenched violently, and she gasped for breath, her face filled with anger. "How can you be sure that Xingzhi has type A blood?"

Rong Zhi said calmly, "Because big brother and I have the same blood type."

Ning Wanzhen froze, her face pale, making her eyes look even more glaringly red.

Rong Zhi paused, then added, "Do you think my father adopted me just because of this face?"

Ning Wanzhen's eyes widened, as if she understood something. Her lips trembled, "You..."

Rong Zhi continued, "Since we are here to ward off disaster, we must always be prepared to save Big Brother. If necessary, I will drain my blood to save him."

The air suddenly became heavy.

The solemn and dignified ancestral hall gradually became gloomy.

Ning Wanzhen looked at Bo Yuanshan's tablet, biting her pale lips, tears welling in her eyes, "Yuanshan, tell me, this isn't true..."

Rong Zhi's expression was cold, "Mother, you've already suspected it in your heart, but you just don't want to admit it."

"No, I don't know..." Ning Wanzhen felt a chill in her heart, and a chill rushed up from the soles of her feet, making her whole body stiff.

A cold glint flashed across Rong Zhi's eyes, "Mother, don't you want to know whose child my eldest brother is?"

Ning Wanzhen's body swayed violently twice, and she reached out to hold onto the altar table, barely able to stand. After gasping for breath for several minutes, she finally said in a hoarse voice, "He is my son. He is my son."

Rong Zhi pursed his lips slightly, his expression becoming even more stern. "Your son was aborted by Bo Yuanshan a long time ago."

The truth, like a poisoned arrow, pierced Ning Wanzhen's heart. Pain spread, and her internal organs twisted into a knot. She supported herself on the altar with her right hand and slowly turned sideways.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Rong Zhi, the redness in her eyes was a little scary, "Rong Zhi, what is your purpose in making up this?"

"Fabricated?" Rong Zhi chuckled softly, his eyes suddenly cold and sharp. "The evidence is irrefutable. Do you want to see it?"

Ning Wanzhen felt like she had fallen into a cold pond, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She took several deep breaths, raised a hand, and pointed at Rong Zhi, "You made up everything, so you must have prepared all the evidence."

Rong Zhi sneered, "I don't have the time for that."

Ning Wanzhen was trembling all over, with a thin layer of cold sweat on her forehead. "Rongzhi, you are such a piece of shit. Xingzhi is dead, and you are still slandering him."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and his voice was low, "Slander? Ha. Mother, he's dead, do I need to slander him?"

Ning Wanzhen was panting, her face turned from pale to blue, and then from blue to pale.

Rong Zhi didn't wait for her to speak and continued, "His biological mother is in Jiangcheng."

Ning Wanzhen's breathing suddenly stopped, and the curling smoke obscured her vision. She felt like a stone was pressing down on her heart, as if a huge hand was tearing it into pieces.

"You continue to make up..."

Rong Zhi said slowly, "I can arrange a meeting for you two."

"You..." Ning Wanzhen's blood froze instantly, her vision went black, and her body fell forward.

Rong Zhi was quick to act and grabbed her arm.

Ning Wanzhen tried hard to open her eyes, her eyelashes blinking constantly.

Rong Zhi immediately called the man in black in and said, "Send the old lady to the hospital."

"I..." Ning Wanzhen's breathing became tight and she fainted completely.

The man in black carried Ning Wanzhen out.

Rong Zhi looked at Bo Yuanshan's tablet, his eyes growing colder and colder. "Father, everyone says you are a kind man. Who knows how despicable your methods are?"

A wisp of green smoke curled up, as if in silent response.

The corners of Rong Zhi's lips twitched, and he turned around and spoke to Bo Xingzhi's tablet, "Brother, father has really put a lot of effort into making sure you can inherit everything from the Bo family."

A wind suddenly blew up in the ancestral hall, and the incense in front of the tablets of Bo Xingzhi and Bo Yuanshan suddenly went out.

Rong Zhi turned around and walked out.

Mingming came over hurriedly, "Second Master, Madam wants you to come over."

Rong Zhi was slightly startled, thinking to himself, "At the company, she always kept her distance from me, why doesn't she care now?"

"What do you want from me, ma'am?"

Minglang walked so fast that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. "You'll know when you get there."

Rong Zhi took a deep breath and walked quickly towards the main house.

Sang Yuwan was resting with her eyes closed in the small living room of her suite on the second floor. The butler stood at the door, speaking in a panic, "Madam, the Second Master and the old lady had an argument, and the old lady fainted from anger."

"What did you say?" Sang Yuwan stood up hurriedly.

She came to the door, her pretty face slightly tense, "Notify Dr. Xu immediately."

The butler lowered his head, looking apprehensive. "Second Master has already had the old lady sent to the hospital."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Xiner ran over crying, "Cousin, what happened to my aunt?"

Seeing this, Sang Yuwan couldn't help but frowned, "You're not with the old lady?"

Ning Xiner choked up, "Second brother kicked me out."

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she vaguely guessed something. She immediately closed the door and walked downstairs.

Ning Xiner followed her closely, "Cousin, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have left..."

Sang Yuwan felt irritated when she heard her talk. Her eyes darkened and she suppressed her emotions.

Ning Xiner ignored her and continued, "Second brother has never liked Auntie. Would he..."

"Shut up." Sang Yuwan couldn't stand it any longer, stopped and scolded coldly.

Ning Xiner didn't have time to retract her feet and crashed straight into her.

Time froze at that moment.

Sang Yuwan, who had already reached the middle of the stairs, lost his balance without warning and swayed violently twice.

“Madam!!!” The steward of the old house, who was walking at the back, stretched out his hand hurriedly.

There were several stairs between them, so no matter how quickly he reacted, it was too late.

"Cousin-in-law..." Ning Xiner seemed frightened and covered her mouth with her hands.

Sang Yuwan's heart sank heavily, and he subconsciously reached out to try to grab something, but he only grabbed nothing.

"Madam..." A clear voice sounded almost at the same time as them.

Sang Yuwan didn't have time to think about it. He heard hurried footsteps in his ears, and then his body fell into a broad embrace.

The familiar scent of pine was tinged with the scent of incense.

Her chest heaved, and she lifted her eyelids slightly. A sharp-edged face was reflected in her clear eyes.

"Minglang, teach this despicable thing a lesson!"

The man's voice was deep and cold, like a sharp blade.

"Yes, Second Master." Minglang responded.

"Ah!" Ning Xiner's scream came to my ears.

Minglang slapped her twice.

Rong Zhi carried Sang Yuwan downstairs.

The steward stood there, not knowing what to do.

Minglang raised his hand and slapped Ning Xiner again.

She could no longer hold on and fell on the stairs, feeling the excruciating pain of hitting the cold, hard steps.

At that moment, pain spread from every part of her body, almost suffocating her. Her vision went dark, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into darkness and chaos.