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

When Bo Yuheng heard this, his face became as gloomy as a dark cloud, and the anger in his eyes almost swallowed Sang Yuwan.

"Enough of the nonsense. Open it up."

He seemed to be certain that Bo Qingmei would tell her the password.

Sang Yuwan's eyes were cold, "If I knew the password, I would have opened it long ago."

Bo Yuheng clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force and veins bulging, like the edge of a volcano about to erupt. Every inch of his muscles was tense, releasing the energy of dissatisfaction and frustration.

"Rongzhi, open it."

Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi held up the password box and spread out his hands.

"Bo Yuheng, you should know common sense. This kind of password box only has three attempts to unlock it. If you make a mistake, it will be impossible to open it forever."

Bo Yuheng's heart sank, and his face turned almost dark blue, as if the blood in his body boiled and then suddenly froze in an instant.

Rong Zhi's eyebrows slightly lowered, and a proud sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Bo Yuheng, a man must keep his word. Let him go, and I will spare your life."

Bo Yuheng's brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his eyes flickered with a mixture of unwillingness and anger, like the sky before a storm, depressing and dangerous.

"Open."

Rong Zhi stared at him with a cold gaze, "Do you suspect that this safe doesn't belong to Bo Qingmei?"

Bo Yuheng shouted, "That's right."

Rong Zhi's voice was cold and indifferent, "Why don't you take a good look at it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the safe in his hand flew towards Bo Yuheng without any warning.

Bo Yuheng dodged subconsciously, and Sang Yuwan took the opportunity to squat down.

A dagger flashing with cold light flew towards Bo Yuheng's wrist holding the gun.

boom--

A loud noise, accompanied by a pungent smell of gunpowder.

What filled the air was not just vibrations, but also suffocating chaos.

next second.

The crystal chandelier crashed heavily to the floor below, sending shards flying like fireworks, yet with a piercing, poignant beauty. Dust and tiny fragments danced in the air.

At that moment, the entire space was shrouded in a hazy sadness. The former brilliance disappeared in an instant, leaving only desolation and endless astonishment.

Rong Zhi quickly pulled Sang Yuwan up and held her in his arms.

The man in black rushed in and controlled Bo Yuheng.

"Rong Zhi, you...you guys..."

There was deep despair and hatred in Bo Yuheng's eyes.

The shining dagger pierced deeply into his wrist, and the silenced gun slipped away to who knows where.

Rong Zhi gently patted Sang Yuwan's back and whispered softly in her ear, "Madam, go upstairs. Leave this to me."

Sang Yuwan broke free from his embrace, raised her head slightly, and said with a stern expression, "Rongzhi, don't forget, I am the head of the Bo family."

Rong Zhi raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a hint of pampering in his smile, "Be good. Go up. Don't dirty your eyes."

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, a frost in her eyes, "Bo Yuheng is a member of the Bo family, and I should be the one to deal with him."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, glimpsing the crystal fragments on the ground, and said lightly, "Madam, you misunderstood. I didn't mean to overstep my authority. I just didn't want you to bleed."

Sang Yuwan let out a faint smile, superficial and superficial. After a few seconds of silence, she slowly spoke, "For the sake of the child, I really should avoid it."

Rong Zhi said, "Madam, how do you want to deal with this?"

Sang Yuwan said coldly, "Just deal with it as it should be dealt with."

This statement is a bit vague.

Can be big or small.

Bo Yuheng's breathing became heavy and slow, each breath feeling like he was carrying a heavy burden. His chin trembled slightly, not from the cold, and fine beads of sweat on his forehead gleamed in the dim light.

"Sang Yuwan, Rongzhi, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go."

Sang Yuwan turned her head slightly and glared at him coldly, "Second Uncle, when you see Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi, don't forget to say hello to them for me."

Bo Yuheng's expression froze, his face seemed to be covered by a thick haze, his eyes lost their former luster, becoming empty and deep, like two dry wells.

Sang Yuwan withdrew her gaze, stepped over the fragments of the crystal chandelier, and walked upstairs.

"You...you..." The corners of Bo Yuheng's mouth drooped slightly. It was not a sad cry, but a silent whine, as if he had exhausted the energy to express his pain.

Rong Zhi waited until Sang Yu arrived at the second floor at night before approaching Bo Yuheng. He lowered his eyes, looking at the dagger stuck in his wrist, a bone-chilling sneer playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Bo Yuheng, you've been planning for your entire life, but you never expected this to be the end result."

Bo Yuheng's chest rose and fell violently twice, his breathing became heavy and slow, and every breath seemed to be carrying a heavy burden.

Rong Zhi looked at him disdainfully and whispered, "Second Uncle, that car accident on Tianyi Road six years ago, was it you who caused it?"

Bo Yuheng's eyes suddenly widened, sweat seeped from his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks.

After a few minutes, he suddenly burst into laughter like a madman.

Rong Zhi gestured to the man in black beside him.

The man in black immediately slapped Bo Yuheng in the face and said, "Second Master is asking you a question, answer it quickly."

The slap was so powerful that Bo Yuheng's head was knocked sideways. It felt like a thousand bees were buzzing in his ears, making it difficult for him to hear what the other person was saying.

He gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

"Rong Zhi, you bastard."

Rong Zhi's cold voice pierced his eardrums, "Bo Yuheng, you were the one who poisoned Bo Xingzhi."

Bo Yuheng's mind went blank in an instant, leaving only instinctive shock and fear intertwined, and indescribable emotions surging in his heart.

Rong Zhi continued, "Bo Yuheng, Bo Yuanshan has always been smart, but I never thought he would fall for your trick." Bo Yuheng was startled and said in astonishment, "You know everything."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, his brows furrowed, and his dark pupils narrowed dangerously. "Bo Yuheng, I think it would be too easy for you to die like this."

"What do you want..." Bo Yuheng tried to take a deep breath, but the air he inhaled seemed to solidify in his chest and could not reach his lungs. The feeling of suffocation made him even more desperate.

Rong Zhi said coldly, "I'm going to make you live a life worse than death first."

"You..." Bo Yuheng lowered his head, the corners of his mouth trembling, "It's over... It's really over this time..."

The world around me seemed to have lost all its colors at this moment, leaving only black and white, like the film of an old movie, slowly playing this sudden truth frame by frame.

Rong Zhi turned around and walked towards the stairs.

"The dagger has been cleaned. Let's go to the ancestral hall to remove the smell."

"Yes." The man in black responded, then grasped the dagger and lifted it up with force.

The air was filled with a suffocating fishy-sweet smell, the unique smell of blood, so strong that it almost solidified.

Dark red marks snaked down like some kind of evil vine, silently telling of the horror here. They gathered on the floor, forming a pool of blood, reflecting the faint light and flashing a frightening red light.