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

The man in black was stunned for a moment and slowly stood up.

Shen Yilin's moods are changeable and his thoughts are unpredictable.

I seldom listen to other people's advice.

He was a little impulsive just now.

"Master, I'll take care of it right away."

The man in black hurriedly left the villa.

Shen Yilin's legs were draped over the coffee table, a mischievous and mischievous look on his face. His dark face was half hidden in the shadows, revealing only his eyes, which gleamed coldly.

After a few minutes, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes. Haha."

Everyone tried to persuade him to stop, but he refused.

Ever since he learned that his father Shen Chongzhou abandoned him for Lan Xin, he felt hatred in his heart.

He swore to make them pay the price.

Unexpectedly, before he grew up, Shen Chongzhou and Lan Xin died unexpectedly.

The hatred in my heart had no way of dissipating, but instead grew deeper and deeper.

When he learned that they had another child, he became inexplicably excited.

The paranoid and twisted soul is getting more and more out of control.

He placed all his hatred on Sang Yuwan.

In this life, he must destroy her.

Unexpectedly, when he started to take action, a powerful protector appeared beside Sang Yuwan.

Whether it is Bo Yuanshan or Bo Xingzhi, their scheming and tactics are far superior to his.

I don’t know whether they discovered it accidentally or asked someone to investigate, but they knew that he was going to attack Sang Yuwan.

Bo Yuanshan had someone warn him that if he dared to attack Sang Yuwan, he would disappear from this world immediately.

At that time, he had just turned 18.

Bo Yuanshan was in his prime, and his strength was as high as heaven, so he couldn't compete with him.

Later, he found Bo Yuheng and Bo Hanshan, who were determined to fight for power.

The three of them conspired to replace Bo Yuanshan's anti-stress medication.

After Bo Yuanshan died, they began to poison Bo Xingzhi.

After removing the two obstacles, Shen Yilin began to plan how to deal with Sang Yuwan.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared.

Rong Zhi, who had disappeared for six years, suddenly appeared.

This person is more difficult to deal with than Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi.

More importantly, his protection of Sang Yuwan was without any calculation or conspiracy.

Shen Yilin narrowed his eyes. They became deep and dark, like two bottomless wells, swallowing up all the light and hope around them.

"Sang Yuwan, Rongzhi, I hope you like this generous gift."

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Ming family.

White wreaths were hung on the four corners of the corridor.

Inside the mourning hall, the light was soft and dim, with several eternal lamps burning day and night, emitting a faint but firm glow.

The air was filled with the faint smell of incense.

Sang Yuwan was wearing black clothes and looked at Ming Xiao's black and white portrait. Her eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Ming Zhan walked over to her and put a black woolen shawl on her. "Wan'er, go sit over there."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "Second brother, tell me, is God really fair?"

Ming Zhan curled his fingers slightly, his eyes looking somewhat lonely. "There is no such thing as absolute fairness in this world."

Sang Yuwan smiled faintly, "Yes, this world is inherently unfair. Bad people live for a thousand years, but big brother, such a good person, has..."

Ming Zhan was tired and sad, his eyes red, "Wan'er, the dead are gone. Don't let your imagination run wild."

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant came over hurriedly.

"Second Young Master, there's a stranger here to pay his respects, what do you think?"

Ming Zhan was stunned. "Stranger?"

The servant replied, "It's a middle-aged woman who looks sickly."

Ming Zhan frowned when he heard this, "Since you don't know him, find a reason to get rid of him."

Sang Yuwan interrupted, "Did she say her name?"

The servant said uneasily, "She didn't say."

A deep wrinkle appeared between Ming Zhan's eyebrows. "Send him away."

"Yes." The servant responded and immediately turned and left.

Ming Zhan adjusted his mood and said gently, "Wan'er, I'll help you sit over there."

Sang Yuwan nodded.

She didn't know what was going on, but she suddenly felt a little nervous, as if something bad was about to happen.