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

Bo Xinglan's breathing became very rapid and heavy. Every breath he took in was like an effort to gather courage, while every breath he exhaled took away some of his determination and strength.

Deep down, she didn't believe Shen Yilin.

After all, he had hurt her so deeply before.

She also knew that Shen Yilin had a deep hatred for Sang Yuwan.

Although, she didn't know what kind of grudges there were between them in the past.

Bo Xinglan didn't dare to look at Sang Yuwan, his eyes fell vaguely on the glass teapot that was bubbling with steam.

Sang Yuwan sat quietly on the sofa, holding a teacup in one hand. The heat in the cup was slowly dissipating.

The sunlight filtering in added a touch of gentleness to her. Her deep eyes, like two bottomless pools of water, were calm and undisturbed, revealing an indescribable tranquility and indifference.

She took two sips of the lukewarm tea and spoke slowly, "He's right. The child in my belly is definitely not Bo Xingzhi's."

Bo Xinglan's breathing stopped suddenly.

The surging air froze instantly, and time seemed to stretch.

Sang Yuwan put down the teacup, turned sideways, looked at Bo Xinglan who was completely stunned, and smiled, "What else did he say?"

Bo Xinglan felt a sharp pain in his eardrums, and his chest rose and fell violently twice, "Sister-in-law, you and second brother..."

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched, her eyes flickered, and then she calmed down again in an instant.

She looked at Bo Xinglan and spoke at a steady pace, "Don't you already know about my relationship with him?"

Bo Xinglan gasped, her stomach aching, her face pale as snow. She hurriedly picked up the teacup and took two sips of tea.

A light fruity aroma filled my mouth, but it turned extremely bitter in my throat, making it difficult to swallow.

"cough……"

I was too nervous and choked twice.

Bo Xinglan started coughing violently.

A lot of tea in the cup splashed out as the body trembled.

A wet mark appeared on the thin blanket.

Sang Yuwan watched quietly, without saying anything and without taking any action.

Bo Xinglan coughed for a long time before finally stopping. An unhealthy blush appeared on both cheekbones.

Sang Yuwan leaned back, averted her gaze, and said calmly, "Xinglan, I'll ask you one last time, what else did Shen Yilin say?"

After a pause, she added, "Say it all at once."

Bo Xinglan hastily put down his water cup, tore off a tissue, and clutched it in his hand. Another internal struggle ensued.

"Sister-in-law, he asked me to ask you, between Second Brother and Senior Ming, who do you choose?"

Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank, and her expression suddenly changed. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, beating violently, and each beat was accompanied by a roar in her chest.

She knew Shen Yilin's methods very well. Since he asked such a question, he must have already started to take action.

Ming Zhan and Rong Zhi.

pick one of two.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat.

An ominous premonition spread from the depths of my heart. Like a heavy dark cloud, it silently enveloped my heart, making me feel indescribably depressed and uneasy.

There seemed to be an indescribable chill in the air. Even though the indoor temperature had reached 28 degrees, it was impossible to dispel the chill rising from the bottom of my heart.

"Shen Yilin!" Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed inch by inch.

Bo Xinglan's back tensed, and he bit the corner of his lip nervously, blood seeping out, leaving his lips covered in a bloody red.

She opened her mouth, and a bloody smell filled it. She swallowed it, and her stomach felt sick.

"Sister-in-law..."

Sang Yuwan took two deep breaths, called the housekeeper in, and said in a cold voice, "From today on, the Sixth Miss will live here. Send someone to tell the Third House."

"Yes." The housekeeper responded, hurriedly walked to Bo Xinglan's side, and bent down, "Sixth Miss, please follow me."

Bo Xinglan slowly stood up and left with the help of the housekeeper.

Her steps were heavy, like she was stepping on cotton, with no strength to support her body weight. Even simple movements, such as raising her hands or turning around, became extremely difficult, and every inch of her body was silently groaning.

Sang Yuwan looked at her back, his eyes becoming very cold and sharp.

He stood up, walked to the window, and called Rong Zhi.

"Beep beep..."

The phone was connected, but no one answered.

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she turned around and called Ming Zhan again.

The other party picked up almost instantly.

"Wan'er..."

It is low and magnetic, like the warm sunshine in a spring afternoon, gently falling on the heart, with a hint of imperceptible pampering and endless tenderness.

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, and she tried to speak calmly, "Second brother, where are you now?"

Ming Zhan replied softly, "I'm in the hospital with my brother."

"Hospital?" Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched twice and her body shivered inexplicably.

Ming Zhan sensed something was wrong with her, and a hint of worry appeared in his tone, "Wan'er, what's wrong?"

Sang Yuwan forced herself to remain calm, her pretty face tense, "Second brother, how's the security?"

Ming Zhan's heart tightened when he heard this, and his tone became slightly hurried, "Wan'er, just tell me what you want to say."

Sang Yuwan looked out the window, her eyes filled with deep worry and a subtle determination. "Is it possible that Shen Yilin would attack you and my brother?"

"Shen Yilin?" Ming Zhan was stunned for a moment, his teeth unconsciously clenched, making a slight "cluck" sound. "If he dares to come, I will make sure he never returns."

His voice became low and hoarse, and he spoke each word with great emphasis. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, filled with endless anger.

Sang Yuwan said, "Second brother, Shen Yilin is a despicable person. You must be careful."

After a pause, she continued, "I've sent a few secret guards from the Bo family over here. Second brother, don't let eldest brother know about this."

"Wan'er, your people should stay to protect you." Ming Zhan said anxiously.

A hint of coldness appeared in Sang Yuwan's eyes. "No matter how brave he is, he wouldn't dare to come to the Bo family."

Ming Zhan's breathing was heavy. "It's hard to say what kind of person he is."

Sang Yuwan's phone suddenly vibrated.

She took a look.

Rong Zhi called her.

"Brother, let's leave it at that for now. I have to take a call."

Sang Yuwan hung up the phone in a hurry without waiting for Ming Zhan's response.

"Rong Zhi, where are you?"

"Sang Yuwan, I'm not Rong Zhi..."

The eerie male voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of the earth, carrying an indescribable chill that penetrated people's bones.

"You? Shen Yilin!" Sang Yuwan's head buzzed and her breathing stopped suddenly.

"Sang Yuwan, is your hearing good?" The person on the other end of the phone had an indescribable hoarseness and dryness in his voice, like an old record that kept skipping, and every word he uttered seemed to wear out the listener's nerves.

There was an inexplicable sense of oppression in that voice, like a shadow quietly approaching under the cover of night, making people feel palpitations and panic involuntarily.