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

After sitting quietly for a while, Sang Yuwan took the crumpled death report and slowly tore it open.

The three words "poor behavior" are particularly eye-catching.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and she put the unfolded death report into the file safe.

-

The setting sun is slanting.

The afterglow lazily sprinkled on the earth, covering everything with a soft and warm golden coat, as if it was nature's last gift before sunset.

After Sang Yuwan replied to the last email, she turned off the computer.

After sitting in the chair for a few minutes, he grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand and slowly stood up.

She glanced out the window.

The sky was no longer the azure blue of the day, but gradually became gloomy. The edges of the clouds were outlined with a layer of light gray-blue, and they moved slowly.

Night falls.

The air was filled with freshness and tranquility, occasionally with the chirping of returning birds.

Sang Yuwan straightened her lips and walked out.

She was about to go downstairs to stretch her legs, and just as she stepped onto the stairs, she heard hurried footsteps.

"Sister-in-law, aunt is back." Bo Xinglan held the wooden railing with one hand and covered his chest with the other, breathing slightly.

Sang Yuwan frowned, "Why are you panicking?"

Bo Xinglan swallowed hard, his voice tense, "Second uncle is here too..."

Sang Yuwan said coldly, "What is he doing here?"

Bo Xinglan's eyes showed a hint of doubt, "I don't know." After a pause, she added, "Second uncle came in with my aunt. And, as soon as he came in, he said he wanted to see you."

Sang Yuwan's pretty face tightened slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. "I was just about to go find him, but he showed up at my door."

Bo Xinglan's body stiffened and his eyes widened slightly.

Sang Yuwan looked at the stairs with a fixed gaze and slowly walked down.

Bo Xinglan stood there for a few seconds before walking behind her.

Sang Yuwan went downstairs and was immediately greeted by the housekeeper, "Master, the old lady and the second master are here."

"Yeah." Sang Yuwan's face was cold, without even opening his mouth, he let out a low sound from his throat.

The housekeeper saw Bo Xinglan behind her and understood.

From Sang Yuwan's expression, it was obvious that Bo Xinglan had already told her.

He took two steps back and told his servants to prepare tea.

Sang Yuwan walked to the living room on the first floor with a stern expression. When he saw Ning Wanzhen and Bo Yuheng sitting on the sofa, his eyes sank slightly.

She stood, looking down from above, and said in a cold voice, "Mom, Second Uncle, what are you doing..."

Ning Wanzhen curled her fingers and looked up at her, "Your second uncle wants to see you."

Sang Yuwan's expression turned cold. "It's rare. Second uncle took the initiative to find me."

Bo Yuheng heard the sarcasm in her words, a deep wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows, and his eyes were dark.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Sang Yuwan, "There are no outsiders here, stop pretending."

Sang Yuwan's eyes were deep and sharp, like the brightest stars in the deep night sky. She curled her lips and said in a cold voice, "Second Uncle, please be careful with your words."

After saying that, she walked to the sofa and sat down with an arrogant attitude.

Bo Yuheng's chest rose and fell noticeably, and the veins on his forehead bulged violently. After a few seconds, he said coldly, "Give me what Bo Qingmei gave you."

Ning Wanzhen's eyelids twitched, and her fingertips pressed hard against the palm of her hand.

Her brows were furrowed, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, concealing unknown sharpness and anger.

Although Bo Qingmei is dead, she always wants to be like Yinci and penetrate deeply into Ning Wanzhen's heart.

The butler came over with tea.

The living room suddenly became quiet.

The butler carefully placed the tea in front of them and then walked out with his back bent.

He also made all his servants stay away from the ground.

He also specifically reminded Bo Xinglan that it would be best for her to return to her room.

He has been in charge of the Bo family for so many years, and his eyesight is better than that of ordinary people.

Sang Yuwan took a pillow and placed it on her lower back, her expression cold. "Oh. Second Uncle, what position do you have to say this to me?"

Bo Yuheng looked at her, a hint of scarlet in his eyes, "Let me ask you again, are you going to take it out or not?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, their gaze as cold and sharp as a knife. Her delicate features were frozen in frost, and a chilling aura emanated from her body.

Her voice was as cold as ice. "Why should I take out something she gave me?"

Bo Yuheng's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, his eyes about to spit fire, "Stop talking nonsense, take it out quickly."

Sang Yuwan's dark eyes were shadowed, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth chilled people's hearts. His voice was deep and powerful, tempered by ice, and every word was clear and distinct, revealing unquestionable authority.

"Uncle, if you keep talking like that, don't blame me for being rude."

Bo Yuheng's emotions completely exploded, his chest heaving violently, his eyes fierce, "Sang Yuwan, I'll give you one more chance. If you know what's best for you, take out the things. Otherwise, I'll make you fall into eternal damnation."

"Second uncle, you are so arrogant." Sang Yuwan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of disdain and contempt, "The one who is doomed is you."

Ning Wanzhen, who was standing by, was horrified when she heard this.

Her eyes flickered unconsciously, like a flickering candle in the night, faint and uneasy. Her pupils dilated slightly, reflecting a distorted reflection of the surrounding scenery, and every movement was unconsciously magnified, and an indescribable tension filled the air.

She originally didn't want to come back. Bo Yuheng threatened her that if she didn't obey him, he would make Bo Xingzhi's life story public.

By then, she would be humiliated and would not only face criticism from the Bo family, but also be ridiculed by others. She might even lose her current position in the Bo family.

Ning Wanzhen took a deep breath, hesitated for a few seconds, and spoke nervously, "Wanwan, second brother, don't be like this. Let's talk it over nicely."

Sang Yuwan's voice tightened when she heard this, "Mom, did he threaten you?"

"No...no..." Ning Wanzhen hurriedly denied.

Her breathing became rapid and shallow, her chest rising and falling like a boat in the waves, and every breath she took was accompanied by a slight tremor, as if even the air had become cold and heavy.

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Mom, have you forgotten that this is the main house?"

These words were a reminder to Ning Wanzhen.

She is the head of the Bo family.

"I..." Ning Wanzhen clenched her hands unconsciously, her knuckles turned white due to the force, and her fingertips trembled slightly, as if she was looking for a support to lean on, but in the end she could only hold on to the corner of her clothes tightly.

Bo Yuheng erupted in anger, his ferocious facial features seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dark clouds, his eyes flashed with burning rage, his pupils constricted, revealing an unquestionable determination and strength.

He breathed heavily, the veins on his forehead bulging like rocks in the mountains, revealing the surging emotions within. The corners of his mouth were pressed into a straight line, or trembling slightly, revealing the waves of anger he was trying so hard to suppress.

"Sang Yuwan, if you don't take out the things, I will reveal Bo Xingzhi's background."

"you dare!"

A cold and desolate male voice came faintly.