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

Rong Zhi and Sang Yuwan didn't say anything.

Time seemed to freeze, and every second was stretched.

The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, intertwined with the subtle breath of death, forming a unique and oppressive atmosphere.

Xian Si swallowed, took a step forward, and raised his voice slightly.

"Madam, Second Master, the funeral home staff are here, you..."

Rong Zhi suddenly came back to his senses and said to Sang Yuwan, "Let's go."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable sadness spread from the bottom of her heart, becoming heavier and heavier.

Tears, like pearls from a broken string, slid down from the corners of my eyes, leaving traces of warmth but cooling the moment they hit the air, bearing witness to the unspeakable sorrow in my heart.

Every time she blinked, her heart ached.

Seeing this, Rong Zhi suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and hugged her as he walked out.

Xian Si waited for them to leave before allowing the funeral home staff to start the passing away process.

Rong Zhi hugged Sang Yuwan and walked out of the ward. Seeing her heavy steps, he couldn't help but frown, "Don't be too sad. After all, she is Bo Xingzhi's biological mother."

Sang Yuwan paused for a moment, looking up at him. Her lips parted, but for a moment, no sound came out. She could only feel a dry, wriggling sensation deep in her throat.

Rong Zhi frowned, his eyes were deep and heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy weight.

After a few seconds of silence, he added, "If it weren't for her, your mother wouldn't have..."

His heart tightened, and Rong Zhi suddenly stopped talking.

Sang Yuwan's eyes shrank, and a hint of bright red appeared at the corners of her eyes. "Go on?"

A silent storm rose in the corridor.

Rong Zhi's eyelids drooped slightly, and tiny beads of sweat were visible on his forehead, gleaming faintly in the light from the corridor. His hands unconsciously tightened, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the pressure.

"Your mother wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to save Ning Wanzhen's child."

Sang Yuwan felt a lump in her throat and started to cry again.

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank, and his eyes instantly became soft and deep, revealing his heartache and discomfort.

He said nothing, but slowly stretched out his hands, which were large and warm, and gently covered the back of Sang Yuwan's hands.

Sang Yuwan's body trembled slightly, as if she felt the warmth from his palm reach deep into her heart. Ripples spread across the lake of her heart. Her desolate heart seemed to feel a surge of warmth.

Then, Rong Zhi raised his other hand very gently, and his fingertips lightly brushed the corners of her eyes, carefully wiping away the tears that were about to overflow.

The world around them seemed to stop at this moment, leaving only the delicate and deep emotions between the two people flowing slowly.

After a while, Rong Zhi held Sang Yuwan's hand and whispered, "Knowing the truth might not be a bad thing."

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched. "Yes. Once I find Ning Wanzhen's son, I can leave."

Rong Zhi continued, "If you really want to leave, you can leave now."

Sang Yuwan shook her head. "Although Bo Yuanshan framed me, the Bo employees did nothing wrong. I can just walk away, but what about them? What about their families?"

At this time, she was still thinking about the employees of Bo Group.

Behind every employee, there is a small family.

She can't be so selfish.

Rong Zhi heard this, his eyes filled with admiration, "Sang Yuwan, you are really amazing."

Sang Yuwan was stunned.

Rong Zhi added, "Perhaps the best way to take revenge on someone is to do what you did. Make yourself stronger."

Sang Yuwan curled her lips.

The two of them took another step and returned to the car.

Rong Zhi ordered the Ming family bodyguards, "Return to the old house."

"Yes." The bodyguard responded and started the car immediately.

Along the way, Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi didn't speak again.

The air inside the car seemed to have been carefully modulated. It was so quiet that the only sound I could hear was my own shallow breathing and the subtle electronic beating sounds of the dashboard.

The scenery passing quickly outside the window was isolated outside, leaving only a few blurry light and shadows swaying gently on the car window, but failing to break the tranquility at all.

When they arrived at the Jun family's old house, Sang Yuwan suddenly asked Rong Zhi, "Should we write Bo Qingmei into the Bo family tree?"

Rong Zhi tilted his head and looked at her, his eyes deep, "You are the head of the family, you have the final say."

Sang Yuwan frowned when she heard this, "She probably doesn't want to."

Rong Zhi nodded.

Sang Yuwan asked again, "What about you? You are now the head of the Rong family, and your identity information should no longer be included in the Bo family tree."

Rong Zhi's face remained calm as he spoke slowly, "It's time to remove your name from the Bo family tree."

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but narrow her eyes, her expression slightly stern.

She was about to respond when Rong Zhi added, "As long as I'm removed from the family tree, there will be no connection between us anymore."

Sang Yuwan's face instantly lost all color, turning as pale as paper. Her eyes froze into an indescribable stiffness.

Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her fingertips digging deep into her palms, causing a slight pain, but it was far less intense than the shock surging in her heart. Her thoughts were like leaves swept up by a strong wind, scattering in all directions. For a moment, she could not focus, and she felt an unprecedented sense of confusion and astonishment filling her mind.

She heard the hidden meaning in Rong Zhi's words.

Rong Zhi wants to be with her, but this is the only obstacle.

Even if there is this obstacle, don't worry about it.

After all, Sang Yuwan is not Bo Xingzhi's real "wife".

It can be said that there is no relationship between her and Rong Zhi.

If Rong Zhi could get rid of his status as the adopted son of the Bo family, then they could be together without any worries.

The sounds around me gradually faded away, becoming blurred and distant, as if the whole world had been muted. Only the sound of my own accelerated heartbeat and shallow breathing could be heard.

"Don't think too much, go upstairs and rest first." Rong Zhi took a deep breath and said with concern.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, opened the car door and walked out.

Rong Zhi was about to get off the car when the rapid vibration of his cell phone stopped him.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at her, his expression instantly cold. "Speak."

"Second Master, Shen Yilin has escaped."

The person who called was Minglang.

He was trembling with fear and anxiety.

Rong Zhi's face darkened instantly, and a hint of anger flashed in his originally calm eyes.

"You can't even keep an eye on someone. You're really useless."

Minglang lowered his voice, "Second Master, I was negligent." After a pause, he continued with a stiff upper lip, "What should we do now?"

Rong Zhi's breathing became heavier and his chest heaved violently.

The air in the car froze instantly.

boom--

Rong Zhi jumped out of the car, opened the driver's door and sat in.

The bodyguard gave him the car keys.

boom--

The loud sound of a car engine made Sang Yuwan, who was about to reach the door of the hall, stop in a hurry.