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

The painful memories of the past surrounded the woman tightly, making her breathless.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yilin took a deep drag on his cigarette. His eyes darkened and he let out a long breath.

The smoke grew thicker, and the cold and silent face became blurred.

"Are you pleading for her?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice, "I just don't want you to keep making mistakes."

She paused, then continued, "Sang Yuwan has been carefully nurtured by Bo Yuanshan, and her schemes are extremely ruthless. Moreover, she has Rong Zhi by her side. Son, we can't afford to offend the Rong family."

Shen Yilin's pupils shrank, a glint of blood flashing in his eyes. He sneered, threw the half-smoked cigarette to the ground, and stomped it out fiercely. "It's nothing I can't afford to offend. At worst, we'll both die."

The woman's heart was pounding, and her heartbeat was much faster. "Son, let go..."

Shen Yilin's eyes darkened, his expression gloomy, as if a violent storm was about to come. He raised his eyebrows, a murderous look flashing in his eyes, "I won't let you go."

"Son..." the woman choked.

Shen Yilin clutched the silver lighter tightly in his hand, lowered his eyes, and glared at the woman mercilessly. "I came here today just to ask you, was it you who poisoned Lan Xin?"

The woman's expression froze and her breathing stopped.

The air seemed to freeze, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

There was an indescribable sense of tension in the swirling smoke, like the moment of calm before the storm, which made people feel fearful but unable to escape.

The woman remained silent for a long time.

Shen Yilin curled his lips coldly. The air turned to ice when he spoke. "It's you."

The woman's eyelashes trembled violently, and her eyes were bloodshot. She looked at him, breathing rapidly and uncomfortably. "I didn't mean to hurt her..."

Shen Yilin smiled sinisterly, the chill growing stronger. "You poisoned her to death, and you still say you didn't intend to harm her. How ridiculous!"

The woman suppressed her grief and sorrow, and spoke tremblingly, word by word, "The poison was originally prepared for Shen Chongzhou..."

A fishy-sweet taste suddenly rushed to her throat and she could no longer speak.

hum-

Shen Yilin's phone suddenly vibrated. He looked down at the screen, his expression becoming increasingly cold, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"grandfather……"

The person who called was Shen Yinan.

"Yilin, where are you?" The other party asked sternly as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Is there something?" Shen Yilin's tone was nonchalant, even a little impatient.

"Where are you?!" The other party's voice was majestic and contained a hint of anger.

Shen Yilin glanced at the woman, paused, and turned around.

He stepped onto the stairs before speaking again, "I'm in Jiangcheng."

"Come back here right now." The other party's stern tone left no room for argument.

Shen Yilin sneered, "I'll be back once I'm done."

"Bastard! Come back here right now!" the other party was furious.

Shen Yilin's eardrum felt pricked, and his lips tightened into a straight line. The next second, he pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up without hesitation.

hum-

The other party hit again.

Shen Yilin's eyelids were half-closed, and the occasional flash of cold light was like the eyes of a cunning beast in the night, making people feel a chill down their spine.

He simply blocked the other person.

When he reached the first floor, a servant came up to him and said, "Master, the old master is looking for you."

The look in Shen Yilin's eyes could kill anyone. "Tell him that if he doesn't want the Shen family to be extinct, he'd better not do anything."

When the servant heard this, he shuddered involuntarily.

Shen Yilin sat down on the sofa, spread his arms and placed them on the back of the sofa.

The man in black hurried in, stood in front of him, and reported with his head lowered.

"Master, Ming Xiao is dead."

Shen Yilin frowned slightly, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. It seemed to be forced out from between his teeth, with a twisted and ominous look. The slightly upturned corner of his mouth concealed countless secrets and conspiracies.

"Pity."

The man in black lowered his head and suggested, "Sang Yuwan is heartbroken. Now is a good time to take action."

The smile on Shen Yilin's lips grew more sinister. "When will it be your turn to give orders?"

The man in black shuddered upon hearing this and knelt before him. He trembled and said, "I'm sorry, Master. I was wrong."

Shen Yilin kicked him, bloodshot eyes flashing, "Give that woman in the basement to Sang Yuwan."