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

Time passed silently, and the air in the study seemed to be frozen.

Sang Yuwan felt as if she was in the cold winter wind, and her breath seemed to freeze into ice in her lungs.

She stood in front of the window for a long time before turning back to the desk and opening the password box that Bo Qingmei had brought her again.

The thick documents are all account statements of the "Bo Group's" slush fund.

In the past 32 years, the assets of the small treasury have reached hundreds of billions.

Over the years, Bo Yuanshan seemed to have forgotten its existence.

He didn't tell anyone when he left.

After he left, Bo Qingmei did not hand over the small treasury to Bo Xingzhi.

Perhaps, Bo Yuanshan had already made arrangements.

Or maybe, Bo Qingmei didn't want to meet Bo Xingzhi so early.

Sang Yuwan looked through the report, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Right now, this small treasury is like a hot potato.

It's a pity to throw it away.

It's a bit tricky to hold in your hand.

After all, Bo Yuanshan's setting up of a private fund was a violation of regulations.

This matter cannot be made public at all.

As Sang Yuwan watched, she began to feel a headache.

She put the documents back in the safe, leaned back, closed her eyes, and gently pressed her sore temples.

hum-

The phone on the desk vibrated rapidly.

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly jumped, and her heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

She hurriedly stopped what she was doing, leaned forward and took the phone.

Rongzhi.

When Sang Yuwan saw the name on the phone screen, her pupils shrank and her back straightened instantly.

"Hey……"

She was not sure whether the person on the other end of the phone was Shen Yilin or Rong Zhi.

"Sang Yuwan, did you receive the item?"

The deep, hoarse male voice was like a wisp of smoke in the dead of night, lingering and mysterious, yet also carrying a chilling and ruthless air.

Sang Yuwan's eyes tightened.

It’s Shen Yilin again.

The knuckles of her hands, holding the phone, gradually turned white, and her expression was cold and indifferent. "Shen Yilin, let me advise you, everything you do is in vain."

"Heh." The other party sneered, his tone darkening. "Bo Xingzhi didn't die of a heart attack, but of poisoning. If this news gets out, what will be the consequences?"

Sang Yuwan looked coldly at the death report that had been crumpled into a ball on the desk and said in a cold voice, "The consequences are..."

She paused for half a second, then spoke each word with emphasis, "You'll die faster."

"Sang Yuwan, you will definitely die before me."

The eerie voice seemed to seep out slowly from the cracks of the dark abyss, bringing with it an indescribable chill that sent a chill down one's spine.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, the color on her pretty face gradually darkening, "Shen Yilin, you are now in Qinghe Garden."

The other party smiled sinisterly and said, "Why? Meet me."

Sang Yuwan's eyes were filled with coldness, and her voice was cold and indifferent. "Do you think that you can control everything just by taking Rong Zhi's phone? Shen Yilin, you are too naive."

The other party realized something, was silent for a few seconds, and said fiercely, "Sang Yuwan, you are the naive one."

He paused and continued, "You're obsessed with him, but he's just using you."

The low and distorted voice sounded like the creaking of an old door hinge in the night wind, or like an ancient demon whispering in one's ear. Each syllable was drawn out and heavy, full of cruelty.

Sang Yuwan's breathing suddenly stagnated, and her chest seemed to be gently pressed by an invisible hand, making every breath she took extremely difficult and heavy.

She picked up the water glass and took two sips.

After a few seconds of silence, she curled her lips coldly, "Really?"

"Haha." The other party sneered twice, his tone full of sarcasm, "Bo Xingzhi died of excessive indulgence, and Bo Yuanshan suffered a sudden heart attack. What you saw was just what he wanted you to see."

This is a bit confusing.

Sang Yuwan understood.

Shen Yilin meant that the deaths of Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi were closely related to Rong Zhi.

At that moment, time seemed to be stretched.

Sang Yuwan's breathing stagnated, his throat felt slightly dry, and his heart beat faster involuntarily.

She clenched her phone tightly, and the veins on the back of her palm bulged slightly.

The other party's mocking voice reached her ears again, "Sang Yuwan, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Sang Yuwan's lips.

The other party paused for a moment, and before she could say anything, he continued, "Rong Zhi's father is Bo Qingmei's eldest brother."

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched.

Bo Qingmei turned out to be Rong Zhi's biological aunt.

No wonder Rong Zhi and Bo Qingmei look somewhat alike.

The other party continued, "Sang Yuwan, your vixen mother almost got together with Rong Zhi's father. Haha. Like mother, like daughter. Children born to vile things are equally shameless."

"Shen Yilin, try saying that again." Sang Yuwan's eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife.

"Sang Yuwan, you and Rongzhi were together on the night Bo Xingzhi died, right?" The other party's voice was extremely cold.

Sang Yuwan's delicate eyebrows were stained with anger, and her voice was low, "Shen Yilin, take care of yourself."

After saying that, she was ready to hang up the phone.

"Sang Yuwan, your mother definitely didn't die in a car accident."

next second.

"Beep beep..."

The other party hung up the phone.

Sang Yuwan's heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, aching and suffocating. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they refused to fall, and she froze in her seat.

The sounds around him gradually faded, and only Shen Yilin's last words echoed in his ears, over and over again, carrying an unbearable weight.

The death certificate sent by Bo Qingmei has already revealed the truth.

Sang Yuwan was somewhat reluctant to believe it.

Whether it was a car accident or poisoning, it was hard for her to accept.

If my mother really died of poisoning, who was the one who poisoned her?

Before Shen Yilin called, she suspected that it was Bo Yuanshan who did it.

Now it seems that it is probably not him.

Shen Yilin said that something almost happened between his mother and Rong Zhi’s biological father.

Could it be...

Sang Yuwan's breathing tightened, as if the air had become thin and heavy. Her chest felt as if an invisible hand was gently pressing down on it. Every breath she took required an immense effort, slowly drawing the seemingly weighted air into her lungs.

The airflow in the study doesn't seem to be that smooth either.

The air was cold and silent, with a faint chill that seemed to penetrate through clothes and reach the bone marrow.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, and it slowly escaped from her tightened throat with a slight, barely noticeable tremor.

The person who poisoned my mother was from the Rong family.

Sang Yuwan felt a chill on her back. An invisible chill silently climbed along her spine until her entire back was enveloped by an indescribable coldness.

Her heart trembled and she shuddered involuntarily.

"Ah..."

Sang Yuwan sat at her desk, looking at the safe and the crumpled paper. Her emotions were surging, like a sudden storm on the sea, its calm instantly shattered and waves rising in all directions.