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

The butler's shoulders were slightly stretched back, his body straight as a pine tree, and every subtle movement revealed an inviolable firmness and strength.

He ordered the two servants, "From now on, you will supervise. If you find anyone violating the master's orders, report it immediately."

The two servants said respectfully, "Yes."

Fang Yi was so angry that she was fuming. She struggled to break free and bit the corner of her lip hard. A strong smell of blood quickly spread in her mouth.

She was about to rush through the door again, "I want to see today, Sang..."

The two servants were quick to grab her again.

She struggled with resentment on her face, "Let me go. If you don't, you'll be in trouble."

The servant pulled her arm hard without making a sound.

The housekeeper spoke again, "I advise you to be quiet. If you disturb the master's rest, the consequences may be serious."

The treetops sway gently as the night wind blows, as if the spirits of the night are whispering and dancing with the wind. The rustling sound of the leaves rubbing against each other is their most delicate response to the night wind, like a gentle movement, flowing slowly under the quiet night sky.

There was a tense and solemn atmosphere in the air, like the calm on the eve of a storm, which made people feel an invisible pressure involuntarily.

Fang Yi's eyes were red as she cursed, "You bastard."

The butler's mouth twitched and he closed the other half of the door.

Seeing this, the two servants looked at each other and then let go at the same time.

Fang Yi suddenly lost her balance and fell to the ground. Pain quickly spread from her knee, penetrating her entire leg like an electric current, and her brows involuntarily knitted together.

Her eyes were red as she fiercely glared at the two servants, her teeth gnashing and clacking. "Just wait for me."

The two servants glanced at her with a hint of contempt in their eyes.

Fang Yi's chest was heaving violently, and the rage gushing from her eyes was about to set the main house on fire.

After a few minutes, she tried to support herself on the ground with her hands, trying to stand up again, but the sudden dizziness and the stabbing pain in her knees forced her to give up the idea.

She could only sit there helplessly, staring blankly ahead, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy.

The two servants looked at each other and stepped aside.

Fang Yi's face turned pale and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

It suddenly started to drizzle again, and the air was wet and chilly.

Fang Yi was in a hurry to go out, so she put on a coat over her thin clothes and pants.

The cold wind mixed with raindrops hit her body, making her shiver.

She bit her lip again and supported herself on the ground with her hands.

At this moment, a surprised voice came from behind, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Yi was stunned. She couldn't stand up or sit down.

The scene was extremely embarrassing.

He Qiaoling's high heels were a little messy and she was in a hurry.

She came to Fang Yi, immediately bent down, reached out and grabbed Fang Yi's arm, "Sister-in-law, get up quickly."

Seeing that things had come to this, Fang Yi could only bite the bullet and slowly stand up.

After standing still, his body shook twice.

He Qiaoling pulled her again, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes, "Sister-in-law, I'm fine. Why did you fall?"

Fang Yi's lips were straight and she said nothing.

He Qiaoling looked at the closed door, frowned, and asked tentatively, "Are you here to see the head of the family?"

Fang Yi snorted coldly, two balls of raging anger flashing in her eyes, "Looking for her? I feel sick just looking at her for one more moment."

A hint of sarcasm flashed across He Qiaoling's eyes, then vanished in an instant. She deliberately lowered her voice and whispered, "Sister-in-law, keep your voice down. This isn't our own courtyard. Besides, you can't say that. She's the head of the family."

Fang Yi's eyes were red as she said angrily, "I told you, let's see what she can do to me."

He Qiaoling almost covered her mouth, "Sister-in-law, there are too many people here. Let's go back first."

Fang Yi heard the housekeeper's warning in her ears. She hesitated for a few seconds and agreed.

He Qiaoling took her arm and walked outside.

In the empty parking lot outside the Bo family's residence, a black Maybach was parked quietly with the lights on inside the car.

He Qiaoling took Fang Yi to the front of the car and suddenly stopped.

Fang Yi froze, "Second sister-in-law, what is this?"

The door of the Maybach opened from the inside, and the people in the car turned their heads silently.

That face was hidden in the shadows, with only the lower half showing. A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but it didn't carry any warmth.

Those eyes were deep and dark, like two bottomless wells, as if they could see through the deepest fears and secrets in people's hearts, making people dare not look into them.

Fang Yi gasped in shock when she saw the face clearly. Her lips turned cold and she trembled, "You are... Shen..."

He Qiaoling looked much calmer than her, "Sister-in-law, Master Shen wants to see you."

Fang Yi's breathing became rapid and shallow, and her throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand. An indescribable sense of shock surged from the bottom of her heart to her throat, but was stuck there.

She couldn't make any sound and just stared at the man in the car.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, He Qiaoling hurriedly whispered in her ear, "Young Master Shen is here to save your Xinglan."

Fang Yi's eyelids twitched heavily, and her heart was in her throat.

The man in the car was shrouded in an invisible mist, which was neither completely the color of the night nor like the misty rain. It was more like some indescribable breath emanating from his body, which made people feel cold and want to stay away unconsciously.

"Where are you looking for Xinglan now?" The man curled his lips coldly, and his eerie voice made people's heart beat faster.

Fang Yi hated and feared this man.

He destroyed his daughter's innocence and made her lose her right to be a mother.

At this moment, she suddenly thought that Sang Yuwan brought Bo Xinglan to her side because she might have heard some rumors.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, He Qiaoling quickly reminded her, "Sister-in-law, Master Shen is asking you a question."

Fang Yi clenched her fingers, pressing her fingertips hard against her palms. Taking a deep breath, she replied in a trembling voice, "Master Shen, what do you want from Xing Lan?"

The man in the car looked away and lit a cigar.

The fireworks were scarlet, just like the red letters spit out by a poisonous snake.

Fang Yi's chest heaved as she stared at him intently.

The man was dressed casually but stylishly, in a slightly worn black windbreaker. When he raised his wrists, they made slight friction sounds that were particularly jarring in the quiet night.

The fingers holding the cigar were extremely slender, their fingertips slightly pale, as if they had never seen the sun. His face flickered, like an Asura from hell.

"Fang Yi, I'm here to save Xing Lan."

A sinister male voice, neither hurried nor slow.

Fang Yi felt a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, as if something invisible was approaching silently, watching every subtle reaction of fear.