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

Chapter 248 Death Report

Sang Yuwan wanted to take a deep breath to calm down, but found that the air seemed to become thinner, and every breath seemed to squeeze the last bit of courage out of her lungs.

My heart trembled, my nose suddenly felt sour, and my long eyelashes were covered with crystal beads.

In the quiet air, there seemed to be an invisible net that bound her tightly.

She wanted to struggle, but found it difficult to breathe.

His back stiffened for a few seconds, and he wiped the corners of his eyes with his cold fingers. Then, he slowly lowered his head, took out the document, and placed it on the table.

There is a photo on the file.

The person in the photo is none other than her mother Lan Xin.

The title of the file.

Four bold black.

Death report.

Sang Yuwan's heart pounded wildly in her chest, as if trying to break free. Each beat was accompanied by a violent tremor, like the roar of a war drum in her ears, the rhythm disordered and rapid.

This was the first time she had seen her mother's death report.

The cause of death was actually poisoning.

Sang Yuwan unconsciously clenched his hands into fists, his fingertips digging deep into his palms, causing a slight pain, but it seemed to be the only entity he could grasp in his chaotic thoughts.

When her parents died, she was six years old and had memories.

She remembered that the police said that her parents died in a car accident.

At that time, her aunt Lan Xiya was always with her.

Supposedly, the police don't lie.

What was Bo Qingmei's purpose in fabricating this certificate?

If they wanted her to take revenge on Bo Yuanshan, unfortunately Bo Yuanshan had already died.

Bo Xingzhi also left.

Now the Bo family and the Bo family are in her hands.

There is no point in Bo Qingmei doing this.

Sang Yuwan frowned, and a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

The air around was filled with thick fog and the air pressure was very low.

Sang Yuwan put down the documents and leaned back, a huge question mark hovering over her head.

Many years have passed, and my parents have been cremated. Even if I wanted to investigate, I would have no idea where to start.

Sang Yuwan's brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, and the line of her lips became a straight line.

knock --

"lady."

Xiansi's voice came from outside the door.

Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank, and she turned around and sat down, putting the documents on the table into the password box. Then she pressed the red button on the desk.

The door of the study slowly opened.

Xian Si hurried in with a document, "Madam, take a look at this. I just received it."

Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes slightly and opened the folder with a cold expression.

It is also a death report.

Information about the deceased.

Bo Xingzhi, male, 34 years old.

cause of death.

Poisoning.

Sang Yuwan suddenly felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the blood in his body froze instantly.

Xiansi looked terrified.

Sang Yuwan was silent for a few seconds, then asked in a cold voice, "Who sent it?"

Xian Si clasped her hands together and lowered her head. "It was delivered by the courier." After a pause, she added, "I just received it."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and various thoughts in her mind intertwined into a complicated web.

It was obvious that Bo Xingzhi died because he took too much Hehuan Powder and indulged himself in excessive pleasure with Gu Jingheng.

Why does this death report say that he died of poisoning?

Hehuan Powder can only be considered an aphrodisiac at best, not a poison.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and said coldly, "Playing tricks."

Xian Si was startled, her fingertips piercing into her palm. She looked up and said in astonishment, "Madam, you mean... Shen Yilin..."

Sang Yuwan tightened her fingers and crumpled the death report into a ball of paper.

She sat in the chair, her back straight. She looked like a volcano about to erupt, seemingly calm on the surface, yet smoldering within. Her tightly pursed lips were even more determined than usual.

"You know best the real cause of Bo Xingzhi's death." She paused, her tone suddenly becoming more serious. "Xian Si, you've been getting more and more impatient lately."

Xian Si's heart tightened, and sweat began to seep from his forehead and slide down his cheeks. Intertwined with the pounding heartbeat, it formed an indescribable tension and uneasiness, "Madam, I..."

Sang Yuwan placed the clenched paper ball on the desk, her eyes gradually becoming darker and sharper. "Xian Si, do you also suspect that there is something fishy about Bo Xingzhi's death?"

Xiansi froze.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and all the sounds around her quietly faded away.

Sang Yuwan slowly stood up, looked at her meaningfully, then walked to the study window and opened the curtains.

As the daylight filtered through, her silhouette looked even lonelier.

Sang Yuwan didn't look back. "Xian Si, was it Rong Zhi who determined the cause of Bo Xingzhi's death that day?"

The heart in Xiansi's chest was beating wildly, like a war drum being beaten violently by an invisible hand. The thump thump thump sound echoed in his ears, deafening.

Every beat was accompanied by a rush of hot blood, flowing from the heart to every limb, making the whole person seem to be tightly wrapped by an invisible force, and his face turned red in an instant.

Sang Yuwan waited for a few minutes, and when she saw Xiansi remained silent, she couldn't help but let out a faint smile. "Xiansi, if that's the case, then why did you give me this document?"

Xian Si was panicked and swallowed hard before she uttered, "Madam, I'm worried that someone will use this to threaten you..."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Blackmailing me? Haha. Bo Xingzhi is dead."

Xian Si lowered his head and spoke slowly, "Madam, Mr. Bo is dead, and you are the biggest beneficiary. If this document is made public, everyone will think..."

"You thought I killed Bo Xingzhi." A mocking look appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips.

Xian Si felt a lump in his throat and his head drooped even lower.

Sang Yuwan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sneer of disdain flashing in his eyes.

After a few minutes of silence, she whispered to Xiansi, "Have you contacted the Second Master?"

Xian Si's heart skipped a beat, and he trembled with fear, "Not yet."

Sang Yuwan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, her eyes obscure and unclear, "Find out who sent this report?"

Xian Si nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

blah-

The door of the study closed gently.

Sang Yuwan stood by the window, her figure gently elongated by the soft sunlight. Her black hair fell carelessly over her shoulders, a few strands dancing in the wind, bringing a sense of desolation and loneliness.

She just stood there, without saying a word, letting her thoughts drift away with the scenery outside the window.

What a coincidence today.

She saw two death reports at the same time.

One is for my mother Lan Xin.

One copy belongs to her nominal husband Bo Xingzhi.

The cause of death was poisoning.

If they really all died of poisoning, then who was the one who poisoned them?

It's the same person.

Still two people.

Sang Yuwan still had a doubt in her heart. If Bo Xingzhi really died of poisoning, why did Rongzhi cover up the truth of his death?

Could it be that she was worried that someone would suspect her?

She is not afraid of others investigating things she has not done.