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

The air in the mourning hall instantly froze into ice.

The incense that the woman inserted into the incense burner suddenly went out, and the curling smoke seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

Ming Zhan's face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip out of it. He shouted at the bodyguard, "Take her away now."

The bodyguard was about to take action when the woman said, "Don't move..."

Ming Zhan's eyes were cold and stern. He interrupted her and said, "Take it away."

The bodyguard grabbed the woman's arm, and she shuddered. "Mrs. Bo, now we're all doomed together."

Ming Zhan was horrified and grabbed Sang Yuwan's hand and was about to run out.

"Second brother, don't move." Sang Yuwan's face was as calm as water, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "The bomb is equipped with a scanning device. As long as it detects me moving, the timer will automatically start counting down."

Ming Zhan's heartbeat quickened, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. "I asked them to block her sight..."

Sang Yuwan said coldly, "It's useless."

Ming Zhan was extremely panicked, his heart in his throat.

The bodyguard grabbed the woman's arm, not knowing what to do.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and said, "All of you, get out of the way."

The bodyguard was stunned for a moment and looked at Ming Zhan.

Ming Zhan's heart was beating like thunder, "Wan'er..."

Sang Yuwan's face was as calm as water. "Don't worry, second brother. Big brother will protect us."

Ming Zhan swallowed hard, his eyes glancing at Ming Xiao's portrait, his chest heaving.

After struggling internally for a few seconds, he finally said to the bodyguard, "Get out of the way."

Upon hearing this, the bodyguards only took two steps back. They still stood in front of Sang Yuwan, protecting her.

Sang Yuwan raised her eyes and looked at the woman's haggard and pale face. "Go ahead."

The woman felt cold all over, but her back, where the time bomb was tied, felt as hot as fire.

A mixture of cold and heat, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, and spoke slowly, word by word, "Mrs. Bo, I came here today to apologize to you."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her pupils shrank slightly, and a big circle of ridicule appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Carrying a bomb to apologize, it's really unusual."

The woman felt a sharp pain in her heart, her fingers clenching into fists. Guilt, like invisible chains, bound her thoughts tightly, making it difficult for her to escape the vortex of self-blame.

After a few seconds, she spoke again, "As long as you don't move, the bomb won't explode."

"Heh." Sang Yuwan sneered, "It seems that I have to listen to you finish."

Beads of sweat rolled down the woman's forehead, and her pale face suddenly turned red.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and she said in a cold voice, "This is my eldest brother's mourning hall. The dead are the greatest. Please finish your words quickly."

The woman's fingertips pierced her palm, her legs gave way, and she knelt on the ground. "Mrs. Bo, I am guilty."

Seeing this, the bodyguards immediately surrounded her.

They stared at the bomb on her back. Although the red indicator light on it kept flashing, the timer had not started yet.

Ming Zhan was anxious and wanted to take Sang Yuwan away, but was afraid of detonating the bomb.

The woman's behavior made him even angrier, "What are you doing?!"

Sang Yuwan called him softly, "Second brother."

Ming Zhan's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound, and his knuckles were a frightening white.

Sang Yuwan asked the woman, "Did Shen Yilin ask you to come here and apologize to me?"

The rising tone was full of sarcasm.

The woman lowered her head, her hoarse voice trembling with a heavy nasal tone, "It was me who killed your mother..."

Ming Zhan's eyes widened when he heard this, and he looked at Sang Yuwan in disbelief, "This..."

Sang Yuwan stood there, as if frozen in place by an invisible force. Her eyes widened, her pupils expanding in an instant, as if swallowing the world before her.

The woman lowered her head, and the floor tiles in front of her were covered with drops of sweat.

She was prepared to bear the wrath of thunder.

Unexpectedly, Sang Yuwan didn't say a word.

She bit the corner of her lip, and felt a stinging sensation on her lips, with a faint smell of blood flowing across the tip of her tongue.

"I'm sure you've known about the grudge between your mother and me for a long time. I'm jealous of your mother, and I'm jealous of you too. Shen Chongzhou gave you all his love. He even broke off relations with the Shen family for you."

"Mr. Shen scolded me for being useless and unable to keep a man. I was so angry and resentful. Shen Chongzhou only had your mother in his heart and never looked at me straight in the eye. Even that night, when he was distracted and infatuated, he kept calling your mother's name."

Sang Yuwan unconsciously clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but the pain was not even one ten-thousandth of the shock he felt in his heart.

The woman took two deep breaths and continued, "When I see the happy and sweet picture of your family of three, my heart aches. Then I look at my son. He's never seen his father since he was born, and he hasn't enjoyed a single day of his father's love. I pity him and feel so sorry for him. For him, I'm willing to do anything..."

Sang Yuwan's breathing became rapid and heavy, and the rise and fall of his chest revealed his inner indignation and indignation. He slowed down, curled his lips coolly, and said, "Go on."

The woman's forehead almost hit the ground, and her voice was painful and uneasy. "In order to be close to your mother, I went through plastic surgery and changed my face..."

Sang Yuwan's eyebrows twitched violently.

Ming Zhan felt a chill on his back when he heard this.

It is true that like mother, like son.

Shen Yilin's cruelty and paranoia were inherited from his mother.

The woman continued, "Then, I changed my identity. I also went to medical school for six months..."

Ming Zhan took a breath of cold air.

He tilted his head to look at Sang Yuwan, frowning, "Wan'er..."

Sang Yuwan's eyes seemed frozen by winter ice, flashing with a cold and sharp light. "You are really patient."

When these words reached the woman's ears, it was like steel needles piercing her heart.

Pain, regret.

Her eyes turned red.

"Later, I bribed the hospital director and became a nurse in your mother's department..."

Sang Yuwan pressed her lips into a straight line, and her eyes were like sharp blades, silently cutting the air around her.

At this moment, the sound of hurried and sharp footsteps was heard outside the mourning hall.