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

The Ming family's bodyguard hurried over and said, "Madam, the Second Master has driven away."

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, her expression stern, "Did he say where he was going?"

The bodyguard shook his head, "Second Master didn't say."

Sang Yuwan said, "I understand."

After she finished speaking, she continued walking into the hall.

Her brows knitted together, forming two shallow furrows. Her starry eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, revealing a subtle hint of confusion and uneasiness.

Perhaps it was because of what Bo Qingmei said to her before she died, or perhaps it was because of her relationship with Rong Zhi.

Unconsciously, her feelings towards him had obviously changed.

Where to go.

Sang Yuwan came to the main living room on the second floor, gave a few instructions to the servants, and then sat down on the sofa.

He leaned back, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and every blink seemed to express endless fatigue.

Her face was slightly pale, having lost its healthy rosy complexion, and the faint dark circles under her eyelids showed the physical and mental exhaustion she had experienced over the past few days.

The housekeeper came up and reported, "Madam, the Sixth Miss wants to see you."

Sang Yuwan pinched her sore brows and asked in a low voice, "Is she alone?"

The housekeeper said respectfully, "Yes. She is the only one."

After Bo Xinglan got into trouble, someone from the three branches followed him every time he went out.

It is called protection, but in fact it is surveillance.

Sang Yuwan has a bad relationship with Bo Hanshan and his wife, but she is still nice to Bo Xinglan.

She pressed her brow bone and said, "Let her come up."

The butler leaned over and replied, "Yes."

Soon, the sound of light footsteps reached Sang Yuwan's ears, followed by a timid voice.

"Sister-in-law."

Sang Yuwan withdrew her hand, tilted her head, and said calmly, "Xinglan, sit down."

Bo Xinglan wrung his hands and walked up to her with a nervous look.

Seeing her thin clothes, Sang Yuwan couldn't help but frown, "It's so cold, why don't you put on more clothes before going out?"

Bo Xinglan pursed her lips and said softly, "I was in a hurry to see you and forgot for a moment."

Sang Yuwan picked up the thin blanket beside her and handed it to her, "Sit down. Cover yourself up."

Then he asked the housekeeper to make a pot of fruit tea.

Bo Xinglan sat down on the double sofa next to Sang Yuwan, with the blanket draped neatly over his legs.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and she tried hard to control her rapid breathing, but the rise and fall of her chest still betrayed her nervousness.

Sang Yuwan said gently, "Why are you in such a hurry to come here? What's the matter?"

Bo Xinglan's heart trembled, and her throat felt like it was blocked by a ball of cotton, making it almost impossible for her to speak.

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, "There are no outsiders here, just speak up."

Bo Xinglan watched the tiny bubbles forming in the teapot, her eyelashes fluttering. She took a deep breath and managed to utter a few words. Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Sister-in-law, is the woman Ning Xiner brought back Big Brother's biological mother?"

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, as if it were suddenly stirred by an invisible force. It was like a huge rock was suddenly thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples quickly spread out in all directions, and the waves rose and fell.

She looked away, trying her best to suppress her emotions, her voice becoming colder, "Did Shen Yilin contact you?"

Bo Xinglan's chest felt as if something was gently pressing down on it, and his breathing became rapid and heavy. His heartbeat quickened, reverberating like a drum in his chest. A complex expression crossed his face.

She lowered her head, her hands weakly clutching the thin blanket, "Yes."

Sang Yuwan's voice became completely solemn, "Xinglan, you are still in contact with him?"

Bo Xinglan's heart trembled, and he felt every inch of his muscles protesting. The pain spread from his limbs to his torso, as if thousands of needles were pricking him, making him miserable.

Suddenly, her eyes turned red. "Sister-in-law, I haven't contacted him since the accident. It was him..."

Sang Yuwan already had the answer in her mind. Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned slightly to pour two cups of hot tea.

"He came to you again?"

Bo Xinglan's face turned pale and he twisted his hands nervously, his knuckles turning slightly white from the strain.

"I've already changed my phone number, but he..."

Sang Yuwan got up and placed the freshly poured hot tea in front of her.

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Bo Xinglan said politely.

Sang Yuwan turned around and sat down, picked up the teacup and blew on it gently twice.

"Xinglan, did he threaten you?"

Bo Xinglan was startled, his eyes flickering, and he glanced around quickly from time to time, as if he was worried that some unknown danger was approaching quietly.

"he……"

"This is the Bo family, you don't have to be afraid." Sang Yuwan comforted in a gentle voice.

"Sister-in-law." Bo Xinglan called out, biting the corner of her lip again. The fine beads of sweat on her forehead were particularly obvious in the dim light.

She raised her hand and wiped it twice with her fingers.

My fingertips are cold.

"Xinglan, tell me. What does he want you to do?" Sang Yuwan's face tensed slightly and his tone became serious.

"He He……"

Bo Xinglan clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain. His breathing became rapid and shallow, and each breath he took seemed like he was trying to absorb the thin oxygen in the air.

When Sang Yuwan saw this, a deep wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows.

She took two sips of hot tea before speaking again, "Could it be that he wants you to kill me?"

"No... no..." Bo Xinglan's heart sank, and he suddenly looked up at her with his eyes wide open.

Sang Yuwan's pupils darkened, and there was a hint of solemnity between her brows. "If you don't tell me, I'll go back."

Bo Xinglan's heart was pounding like a drum, and her face flushed crimson. After a few minutes, she finally mustered the courage and whispered, "Sister-in-law, Shen Yilin... he said... Auntie isn't Big Brother's biological mother... The child in your belly... the child... also... also..."

She spoke haltingly, with deep fear and anxiety.

Sang Yuwan had understood, and her eyes darkened. "What happened to the baby in my belly?"

Bo Xinglan was sweating all over, and his palms were about to break, "Sister-in-law... I..."

Sang Yuwan's expression was calm and she said in a cold voice, "Tell the truth."

Bo Xinglan was about to bite his lip, and two beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. The blood drained completely from his face.

Her heart was like a lonely boat swaying in the raging wind in the middle of the night.

Struggled for several minutes.

She lowered her head and her voice was a little hoarse.

"He said that the baby in your belly is not Big Brother's...but..."

Bo Xinglan's heartbeat raced, threatening to burst from his chest, each beat accompanied by waves of pain and anxiety. Sweat trickled down his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto his clenched fists, cold and real.

Sang Yuwan had a sneer on his face, his expression unusually calm.

"He said my child isn't Bo Xingzhi's, so whose is it?"

"Yes……"