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

"Song Yulian."

A cold, piercing male voice, deep and powerful, like an icy blade piercing the winter wind, carried an undeniable majesty and wrath. The woman looked up suddenly, and upon seeing the newcomer, she shuddered. The pale, haggard face seemed even older. The panic within her heart was like a sudden storm, stirring up waves in the tranquil lake of her heart. In that moment, time seemed stretched, each second weighing heavily and suffocatingly heavy.

Ming Zhan and Sang Yuwan also looked over.

The man who strode over, dressed in black, was like a shadow in the night, blending silently into the surrounding darkness.

"Rongzhi, why are you here?" Sang Yuwan frowned slightly.

According to the plan, Rong Zhi should be in Qinghe Garden at this time.

Rong Zhi walked neither fast nor slow, each step was steady and powerful, yet cold and ruthless.

"Shen Yilin has been apprehended."

Sang Yuwan and Ming Zhan were both stunned, their brows slightly furrowed, as if they were a little bit unbelieving.

The woman kneeling on the ground began to breathe rapidly and shallowly. Every breath she inhaled seemed to be trying hard to draw oxygen from the thin air, while every exhalation seemed to take away the last bit of her sanity and calmness.

Her throat was dry and swallowing became difficult, as if even her body was protesting the unbearable pressure.

After a few seconds of silence, she looked at Rong Zhi and spoke with difficulty, "Is Yilin in your hands now?"

Rong Zhi paused in front of her and looked down at her condescendingly, "This is Jiangcheng. It's only a matter of time before Shen Yilin is caught."

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched slightly, and the corners of her lips twitched imperceptibly.

Ming Zhan was only thinking about Sang Yuwan's safety and didn't hear anything.

The woman's heart was beating wildly and irregularly in her chest. Every beat was like an alarm bell ringing in her ears, making it impossible to ignore the uneasiness and panic.

She sniffed, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed softly, "I tried to persuade him... but he refused to change his ways..."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened slightly, and her heart became a dense forest with intricate and intertwined branches. Every step of exploration was accompanied by the entanglement of branches and the mottled light and shadow.

This woman named Song Yulian is also a pitiful person.

poor person must have something mean.

She blamed all her misfortunes on Shen Chongzhou and Lan Xin.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, glaring at her coldly, his whole body filled with chilling coldness. "Song Yulian, you were only thinking about your son, but he hated you to the core. To vent his hatred, he locked you in a dark basement. He even used you as a human bomb to achieve his goal."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her lips straightened and a layer of frost covered her delicate facial features.

Ming Zhan, who was standing aside, also looked much more serious.

The woman's shoulders trembled slightly, not because of the cold, but because of the uncontrollable sadness raging deep in her heart. Every breath seemed to tear her heart and lungs, making her feel suffocated like never before.

"I brought him into this world. I'm willing to do whatever he asks me to do..."

"Oh." Rong Zhi sneered, "Song Yulian, don't you think you're pathetic?"

The female god was hollow and hazy, devoid of brilliance, with only endless darkness and despair lingering within. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they refused to fall, as if even the tears had dried up, unable to find a single outlet for the pain in her heart.

Rong Zhi said again, "Song Yulian..."

"Mrs. Bo, let Yilin go." The woman turned her gaze towards Sang Yuwan and interrupted with a hoarse voice.

Rong Zhi's face was like frost frozen in winter, and his deep eyes were like a cold pond, revealing an indescribable cruelty and indifference.

He responded on behalf of Sang Yuwan, "Impossible."

The corners of the woman's mouth rose slightly, and her dry, cracked lips opened slightly. "Mrs. Bo, I forgot to tell you that there is another way to activate the bomb on my body."

Ming Zhan felt an icy chill rushing up his spine to the top of his head, causing him to shiver all over, and his skin was instantly covered with tiny bumps.

He urgently ordered the bodyguards, "Surround her."

The bodyguards approached her and surrounded her tightly.

Rong Zhi's sharp features became increasingly tense, and a chill permeated his entire body. The look he gave the woman was sharper than a knife.

"Song Yulian, try moving a little."

The woman looked around, feeling as if her surroundings were like an iron barrel, unable to breathe. She bit her lip, blood gushing out of her mouth, and only then did she recover a little.

She stared at Rong Zhi, her lips trembling slightly, "Don't underestimate this bomb. Once it explodes, no one in this room will survive."

Ming Zhan's heart suddenly shrank, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. The pain and fear intertwined together, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He silently grabbed Sang Yuwan's wrist and said in a low voice, "Wan'er, go quickly."

Sang Yuwan let out a faint smile as her voice passed over the bodyguards' heads and reached the woman's ears, "Song Yulian, Shen Yilin has tried to kill me many times. I can't let him go."

The woman's eyes widened involuntarily, her pupils dilated, and the whites of her eyes were covered with bright red bloodshot. She bit the corner of her lip again, and blood oozed out, making her face even paler.

After struggling for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then we will die together."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and he opened his thin lips slightly, "The power of this bomb is too weak. Anyone three meters away will only suffer minor injuries at most."

Sang Yuwan continued, "Song Yulian, you trust your son too much."

The woman's pupils shrank, then her eyes suddenly widened, and her chest heaved violently.

"No...impossible..."

Her lips trembled and her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness.

Rong Zhi saw this and prepared to turn around.

The moment he turned around, the woman kneeling on the ground suddenly hugged his right leg.

"You forced me to do this..." The hoarse female voice seemed to have experienced countless hardships, with an indescribable vicissitudes and sadness.

"Mr. Bo..." the bodyguard exclaimed.

Although Sang Yuwan's vision was blocked and she couldn't see what was going on, she realized something when she saw the bodyguard so panicked.

Instantly, her heartbeat accelerated, beads of sweat gradually seeped out of her forehead, and her palms became wet, "Song Yulian, don't do anything rash."

Rong Zhi turned his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and a proud sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Let go!"

The woman hugged his right leg tighter with both hands, took a deep breath, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

She almost used up all her strength, "If you don't agree to my request, I will never let you go."

"Song Yulian, I'll say this one last time, let go!" Rong Zhi's low, cold and sharp voice was like a blade tempered with ice.

The woman's eyes were bloodshot and her chest was heaving like a trapped beast on the verge of death.