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

"Guarding the door? Haha." He Qiaoling raised her eyebrows, a look of sarcasm on her lips.

Fang Yi couldn't help but feel a strong sense of humiliation when she heard this. She felt as if all her outer clothes had been stripped away.

Her eyes darkened, and she raised her hand, pointing at He Qiaoling, "She did it. She said she wanted to burn down the main house. She also said she wanted to burn the head of the family and my Xinglan to death."

He Qiaoling's body stiffened, her expression became extremely ugly, and her chest pounded. "Nonsense."

Fang Yi provoked her, "Do you dare to go with me to see the head of the family?"

He Qiaoling blurted out, "Why not?"

Fang Yi's eyes were red. "Let's go and see the head of the family."

He Qiaoling said, "Let's go."

The housekeeper pretended to stop them twice and then let them in.

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Sang Yuwan turned off the surveillance camera and said to Bo Xinglan beside her, "It's getting late, you should go to bed early."

Bo Xinglan's face turned pale, and he lowered his head slightly and whispered, "Sister-in-law, I want to say sorry to you on behalf of my mother."

Sang Yuwan said, "Xinglan, she is she, and you are you."

Bo Xinglan pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Sang Yuwan opened the door and walked out.

She came to the reception room on the first floor and glanced coldly at He Qiaoling and Fang Yi. Her expression froze as she said in a cold voice, "Second Aunt, Third Aunt, are you country shrews? Fighting and tussling in front of the servants is unbecoming."

He Qiaoling was the first to speak up, "She was the first to do it."

Fang Yi panted, "You said you wanted to burn the head of the family and my Xinglan to death, so I took action."

He Qiaoling saw that she was still making up stories, and she was so angry that her eyebrows were about to catch fire, and her chest was heaving. "Master, don't listen to her nonsense, I didn't say that at all."

Fang Yi insisted, "You clearly said it. What? You have the guts to say it, but you don't have the guts to admit it."

"You..." He Qiaoling's heart was beating like a drum, and every impact hit her chest hard. She leaned forward slightly, shifting her center of gravity forward, like a beast ready to attack, ready to launch a fatal blow.

Seeing this, Fang Yi hurriedly retreated to the side of the housekeeper.

He Qiaoling's chest heaved violently, "Master, I didn't say that. If you don't believe me, you can ask the servants."

Fang Yi clenched her hands, a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Not only did you say it, you also set it on fire."

He Qiaoling saw that her words were getting more and more outrageous, and she stamped her feet in anger, "Fang Yi, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart."

Fang Yi's eyes widened, "How dare you!"

He Qiaoling was furious and was about to step forward.

Sang Yuwan scolded coldly, "Enough!"

"what happened?"

The housekeeper replied, "Under that century-old tree, the dead leaves suddenly caught fire. They were the only two people at the scene."

He Qiaoling hurriedly defended herself, "This has nothing to do with me. I don't even have a lighter on me."

Fang Yi gritted her teeth, "You don't have it, do you think I do?"

Sang Yuwan sneered, "You didn't do anything, could it be that the dead leaves spontaneously combusted?"

Fang Yi straightened her lips and said nothing more.

He Qiaoling's heart suddenly sank, her eyes widened, as if she had thought of something, "Could it be Master Shen..."

A cold light flashed across Fang Yi's eyes, then disappeared in an instant.

Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank slightly, and the expression on her face was unclear. "Mr. Shen?"

The housekeeper frowned, "How could Master Shen be here? Second Madam, please don't make up stories just to shirk responsibility."

Fang Yi lowered her head, a cunning smile in her eyes.

He Qiaoling said, "I'm not kidding. Young Master Shen really came here just now. He even spoke to Fang Yi."

Fang Yi lowered her head even lower, her body trembling slightly.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, her expression calm and profound, her gaze as sharp as an eagle's, as if she could see through the secrets and weaknesses deep within people's hearts. She looked at them, her eyebrows slightly raised, a sense of authority without even anger.

He Qiaoling's eyes were a little bloodshot, and her voice rose and fell, "Master, she doesn't dare to speak."

Sang Yuwanan was silent for a few seconds, her eyes full of mystery. A faint sneer played on her lips. "Third Aunt, is what Second Aunt said true?"

She sat on the sofa like an unshakable statue, exuding an aura that could not be ignored.

Fang Yi slowly raised her eyes, her body shuddering. Then, her face flushed crimson as she spoke word for word, "She's right. Young Master Shen did come here just now. And I did speak to him."

"What did you say to him?" Sang Yuwan's voice was not loud, but extremely clear and powerful.

He Qiaoling, as if to take credit, interrupted and said, "Young Master Shen said he wanted to rescue Xing Lan."

Sang Yuwan sneered inwardly, his face expression cold, "Hmm?"

Fang Yi took a deep breath and pressed her lips into a straight line.

Sang Yuwan said coldly, "Aunt San, do you think I've put Xing Lan under house arrest?"

Fang Yi stared at He Qiaoling, "Master, you should ask her this."

"Oh?" Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, a glimmer of disbelief flickering in her pupils. Her sharp gaze fell on He Qiaoling's face, "Second Aunt, explain."

The air around seemed to freeze, and even the passage of time slowed down.

He Qiaoling's body stiffened.

The sarcasm on Fang Yi's face became even stronger. "What do you say?"

Sang Yuwan's brows drooped slightly, and the surprise in his eyes slowly receded like a tide, leaving behind a coldness in his eyes that had not completely dissipated.

"Second Aunt, go ahead."

He Qiaoling's mind was buzzing like millions of bees, a tangled web of thoughts and worries. He tried to sort it out, but the harder he tried, the worse it got, as if he were stuck in an endless loop.

"I……"

Fang Yi continued to taunt, "Why, you dare to do it but not to say it. Are all the people in the Second House such cowards now?"

"You..." He Qiaoling's cheeks flushed with blood, her brows furrowed as if she could squeeze water out of them. Her eyes burned with rage, her pupils constricted, her gaze sharp as a knife as she stared directly at the source of her displeasure. Her mouth pursed tightly, her teeth unconsciously clenching together, making a subtle but distinct sound.

Seeing that she was silent, Sang Yuwan frowned and whispered, "Aunt San, you speak."

Fang Yi raised her voice, her tone becoming increasingly sharp. "Master, just as you let Xinglan move into the main house, Young Master Shen came over right after. It's clear someone tipped him off."

She paused, then continued, "She also insisted that I admit that Xinglan was indeed under house arrest by you."

Gradually, Fang Yi's face took on an indescribable smile, a complex mixture of pride, cunning, and a hint of unease. Her eyes gleamed with an unprecedented glint, but upon closer inspection, that light seemed to be tinged with a hint of sinister intent and calculation.

hum-

Sang Yuwan's phone vibrated rapidly.

She picked it up and saw that it was Minglang, who had been out of touch for a long time.