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

An uncontrollable emotion began to surge in Bo Qingmei's chest. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they refused to fall.

She stared at the stunned Sang Yuwan, took a deep breath, and continued, "In order to conceal Xingzhi's sexual orientation, Bo Yuanshan did not hesitate to attack Rongzhi."

Sang Yuwan's mind went blank, and she stopped thinking. Her breathing was heavy and deep, and her body felt weak and powerless. She felt like she was being sucked into a bottomless vortex.

Bo Qingmei looked at her distressedly, tears finally unable to be controlled, sliding down the corners of her eyes. Her face was as red as fire, just like the sunset glow in midsummer.

Her tear-stained eyes were clear and bright, "Rongzhi was lucky enough to escape the disaster. But you... cough..."

Bo Qingmei felt a little sore in her throat and couldn't help coughing twice.

Sang Yuwan let out a cold smile as she continued, "And I became the target of Bo Yuanshan's next plan. He first lied about saving me, making me feel grateful to him. Then, he let me join the Bo family. What outsiders saw as careful cultivation was simply his way of making me work harder for the Bo family..."

Bo Qingmei said with tears in her eyes, "He planned everything, but he never expected that he would die so soon..."

The corners of Sang Yuwan's mouth drooped slightly, and her bright and clear eyes were now nothing but a dead abyss, swallowing up all the light that tried to approach.

She was silent for a few seconds, then sneered, "Ha. Before he died, he made me swear to protect the Bo family and the Bo clan."

"Alas." Bo Qingmei sighed, endless sadness in her eyes, "He is worried that if Xingzhi's affairs are exposed, the Bo family and the Bo clan will fall into the hands of the second and third branches."

She paused, then added, "He's always like this, treating everyone as his pawns."

Sang Yuwan's eyes were red, and a sour taste blocked her nose. She felt a little short of breath. She took two deep breaths, her shoulders trembling slightly, and an uncontrollable emotion surged within her.

She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all, because the pain in her heart was a thousand times deeper than the physical pain.

Bo Qingmei's originally red face suddenly turned pale. The light in her eyes also dimmed little by little.

She clenched her fingers and spoke again, her voice suddenly hoarse, "There's one more thing, I..."

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, and he lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.

"Back then, the person who performed the abortion on Ning Wanzhen was your mother. That child..."

"What happened to that child?" Sang Yuwan looked at Bo Qingmei's face, which was so white that it was almost transparent, and her heart was stuck in her throat.

Bo Qingmei's lips were a little chapped, and her breathing became weaker and weaker. "Your mother performed a caesarean section on Ning Wanzhen... cough..."

Sang Yuwan hurriedly reached out and pressed the emergency call bell.

Then, she held Bo Qingmei's hand and said hurriedly, "So, Ning Wanzhen's child is still alive, right?"

"He..." Bo Qingmei blinked, and a row of pearl flowers hovered on her eyelashes.

In a flash, she was barely breathing and seemed about to close her eyes in the next second.

"Tell me, where is he now?" Sang Yuwan's heart beat faster and her tone became more urgent.

"He's..." Veins popped out on Bo Qing's forehead and his eyes were wide open.

boom--

The door of the ward was pushed open heavily.

Bo Qingmei looked at the person who walked in and raised her hand, "He...he..."

Sang Yuwan's breathing stagnated, and she turned her head to look over. "Rong Zhi?"

Bo Qingmei smiled at Rong Zhi, her eyes gentle, "Azhi..."

Rong Zhi walked quickly to the bedside, his chest heaving slightly, "The doctor will be here soon."

Bo Qingmei blinked, her eyes becoming softer, "You...you...are...good..."

The sound of chaotic footsteps came rushing in, and Bo Qingmei closed her eyes. The tears hanging on her eyelashes fell softly.

Sang Yuwan hurriedly bent down, suppressed her emotions, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Don't sleep, wake up quickly."

Rong Zhi hurriedly pulled her away, "The doctor is here."

Sang Yuwan knew in her heart that Bo Qingmei had probably passed away, but she was unwilling to accept this fact.

Bo Qingmei had no connection with her, nor did they have any friendship.

But they were all victims of Bo Yuanshan's plan.

Perhaps they can empathize with how it feels to be framed by others.

There is sadness in despair.

Rong Zhi saw that she was shaking all over and quickly hugged her.

The warmth of his body could not warm her.

Sang Yuwan felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, and the blood in her body was almost frozen.

Rong Zhi hugged her tighter.

The two watched without blinking as the doctor gave Bo Qingmei first aid.

The air in the ward was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The ticking sounds of the surrounding instruments seemed particularly clear in the silence. They were regular and firm, like guardians of time, silently recording every moment of the rescue.

At last.

squeak-

The instrument made a sharp and piercing sound.

All data on the display will be reset to zero.

Sang Yuwan watched the undulating waves turn into straight lines, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

A young life was gone just like that.

She couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it.

"Mrs. Bo, Second Master, please accept my condolences." The doctor walked over with a serious expression and bowed to Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi's face was solemn as he slowly said, "Go down."

The doctor nodded.

Two nurses covered Bo Qingmei with a white cloth.

After they left, Sang Yuwan suddenly broke free from Rong Zhi's arms and quickly walked to the bedside.

She wanted to tear off the white cloth covering Bo Qingmei's face, but Rong Zhi came over and grabbed her wrist.

"Wanwan, you are pregnant. It is not appropriate for you to stay here for long."

Sang Yuwan sniffed and opened her mouth, "Rongzhi, why can't she finish her words before leaving?"

Rong Zhi was slightly startled and whispered, "What did she say?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes were red, and her voice suddenly became hoarse. "She said Ning Wanzhen's child is still alive."

Rong Zhi's breathing stagnated, "How is this possible?"

A tear rolled down Sang Yuwan's eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up. "I knew it. My mother is such a kind person, how could she become Bo Yuanshan's accomplice?"

Rong Zhi's heart sank. "You mean, the operation your mother performed on Ning Wanzhen wasn't an induced abortion..."

Sang Yuwan curved her lips and said, "Yes. She performed a caesarean section on Ning Wanzhen."

Rong Zhi's stern face seemed to be struck by an invisible lightning, and all his expressions froze at that moment.

His eyes widened, his pupils dilating instantly as if he wanted to take the entire astonishing scene in. Disbelief shone in his eye sockets, a complex mixture of astonishment, confusion, and shock.

At this time, Xian Si walked in, followed by several funeral home staff.

"Madam, Second Master, can the ceremony begin?"