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

Sang Yuwan knew it well, but she still looked confused. "I should go back to the Ming family. I don't have time to play guesswork with you."

Rong Zhi did not continue to "entangle" with her, but just glanced at the tombstones of Shen Chongzhou and Lan Xin.

When the two came down from the mountain, it was completely dark.

The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if whispering, telling the story that had not yet ended during the day.

Song Yulian is dead.

Shen Yilin is about to be arrested.

Some things will soon be settled.

After getting in the car, Sang Yuwan asked Rong Zhi, "Where is Shen Yilin now?"

Rong Zhi covered her with a blanket and signaled the driver to drive.

The streetlights on both sides of the road were already on, and the dim lights shone through the windows onto his face, making his stern face look even darker.

"He's still in Jiangcheng."

Sang Yuwan looked at him, cold and arrogant, "He's determined to fight me to the death." She paused, then added, "Song Yulian is dead. There's a new debt between him and me."

Rong Zhi stared into her eyes and said gently, "He was the one who tied the bomb to Song Yulian himself. This debt cannot be attributed to you in any way."

Sang Yuwan's eyes trembled fiercely, and a frost appeared in them. "This Shen Yilin is really crazy."

Rong Zhi reached out and hugged her, "Okay, let's not talk about him. You didn't get enough rest last night. Lean on me and have a good sleep."

Sang Yuwan went through a lot in the three months after she became pregnant.

He was not only worried about her, but also about the baby in her belly.

Although, this child came very unexpectedly.

But for him, it was a surprise.

He has liked her for so many years, and now it has finally come to fruition.

Even though the two of them cannot stand together openly now, he is very satisfied.

He believed that it would not be long before he could propose to her in public.

When the two get married, their children will be their little flower girls.

Sang Yuwan leaned against Rong Zhi's shoulder, her eyelids twitching constantly. It was as if an invisible weight was pressing down on her eyelids, which trembled slightly from time to time, yet she stubbornly tried to stay open.

"Go to sleep, I'll call you when I get there."

Rong Zhi gently kissed the top of her head, tenderness showing in his eyes.

Sang Yuwan remained silent, her lips slightly parted as she yawned softly, her body silently protesting the exhaustion of the last few days.

She slowly closed her eyes.

After a while, she fell asleep.

Rong Zhi pinched a corner of the blanket and gently pulled it upwards.

hum-

The phone vibrates rapidly.

He hurriedly took his phone out of his coat pocket, glanced down, and hung up. He then turned the phone to silent mode.

Maybe she was too tired recently, so Sang Yuwan was still asleep when the car arrived at Ming's house.

Rong Zhi lowered his voice and said to the driver, "Go to Nanshan Villa."

"Yes." The driver responded and immediately turned the steering wheel.

Ming Zhan, who had been waiting for news at the Ming family, became increasingly uneasy when he heard the report from the servants.

He called Sang Yuwan, but the other party's phone was turned off.

His uneasy face was filled with anxiety and uneasiness that was difficult to conceal, and his brows were furrowed, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his heart.

The air in the mourning hall was dead silent.

"Second Young Master, someone from the Bo family is here." A servant walked up to him and lowered his head.

Ming Zhan was stunned. "Bo family?"

Apart from Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi, he really couldn't think of anyone else from the Bo family who would come to pay their respects.

The servant whispered back, "It's the Sixth Miss of the Bo family."

Ming Zhan's pupils shrank slightly, "Bo Xinglan."

Because of Song Yulian's incident, the Ming family is now cautious about those who come to pay their respects.

Especially those people who you don’t have much interaction with on a regular basis.

Seeing this, the servant took a deep breath and said, "I'll tell her to leave immediately."

Ming Zhan looked towards the door of the mourning hall and frowned, "Let her in."

"Yes." The servant responded and left in a hurry.

After a while, a thin girl walked in.

Her face was equally delicate, with a pointed chin and delicate features, like a figure from an ancient painting. Her clear eyes held a curiosity and tenderness about the world. Her soft black hair was either tied in a simple ponytail or she wore a black coat over a black dress.

As soon as she walked into the mourning hall, her eyes fell on Ming Zhan. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything.

After the ceremony, she walked up to him, clasped her hands together, and gently called Ming Zhan, "Senior, please accept my condolences."

Ming Zhan's face showed no emotion, and his tone was indifferent, "Thank you, Miss Six, for coming to see my eldest brother off for the last time."

Bo Xinglan looked at him, her cheeks suddenly flushed, like the gentle clouds on the horizon in the morning light, inadvertently revealing the ripples in her heart. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, and each blink was filled with a hint of shyness and reserve.

She pursed her lips, mustered up the courage to speak again, "Senior, where is my sister-in-law? I want to see her."

Ming Zhan was already worried about Sang Yuwan, and after hearing this, he became even more anxious, "She left for something."

"Oh." Bo Xinglan's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a barely perceptible tremor, "Senior, I'm leaving."

Ming Zhan politely replied to her, "Eat your meal first before leaving."

According to Jiangcheng custom, during funerals, the host family prepares a banquet for the guests, commonly known as the White Banquet.

Bo Xinglan lowered her head slightly, half covering her slightly flustered but unusually beautiful eyes, "Then I'll wait for my sister-in-law before leaving."

"Yes." Ming Zhan was about to ask the servants to come and take her to the banquet hall when a sarcastic voice came from not far away.

"Hey, who is this?"

Bo Xinglan's heart tightened and he quickly turned around to look over.

Mingmei, dressed in plain clothes, walked in front of them with her slender waist twisted. She looked Bo Xinglan up and down and curled her lips.

"It turns out to be the Sixth Miss of the Bo family."

Bo Xinglan tightened her fingers and forced a smile, "Hello, Sister Mingmei."

Mingmei's mouth was filled with mockery, "Who is your sister?"

"I..." Bo Xinglan opened his lips slightly, but quickly closed them. It seemed as if he had thousands of words stuck in his throat, but he didn't know where to start.

Mingmei continued to mock her, "Bo Xinglan, I didn't expect you to be so shameless that you even dared to come to my second brother."

"Mingmei." Ming Zhan shouted.

Mingmei sneered, "Why? Are you feeling bad? Don't you dislike her?"

Bo Xinglan blushed, swallowed hard, and said to Ming Zhan, "Senior, I'm leaving first."

"Stop right there, I haven't finished talking yet." Mingmei's eyes darkened and her tone was unfriendly.

Bo Xinglan moved her feet unconsciously, taking a step forward and then suddenly retreating, as if she was engaged in a silent struggle, trying to escape from this space that made her feel suffocated, but there was nowhere to go.