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

Xian Si saw that he couldn't stop her, so he could only bite the bullet and continue, "Madam, how about letting Young Master Mingyi go over?"

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her face seemed to be covered by an invisible layer of frost and snow, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"If you say anything more, you'll go home."

There was a low pressure around her, and the air seemed to become heavy because of her severity.

Xian Si couldn't help but lower her head and curl her fingers.

Sang Yuwan walked out of the mourning hall holding the sandalwood box given to her by Ming Yu.

At four in the morning, the night, like a profound painter, slowly unfolds across the sky in an endless, deep blue hue. In the utter silence, the world seems gently shrouded by a thin veil, immersing everything in a gentle, mysterious stillness.

The lights in the four corners emitted a dim and warm light, outlining circles of soft outlines on the trees and buildings.

The light and shadow intertwine, the night intertwines, and the air becomes increasingly sad.

Sang Yuwan suppressed her sadness and took a deep breath. Her lips were straight and her eyes revealed an unquestionable determination.

Just as she was about to get into the car, Lan Xiya came over tremblingly, supported by the servants.

"Late night..."

Her voice was hoarse and as soon as she opened her mouth, tears flowed like a fountain.

Seeing her like this, Sang Yuwan obviously knew the news of Ming Yu's death.

Although Lan Xiya is Ming Yu's second wife, it is her first marriage.

After the two got married, although their relationship was not so passionate, they respected each other.

Ming Yu is also very tolerant of Lan Xiya. As long as it does not involve issues of principle, he never interferes.

What's more, the two have a son.

Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes slightly and handed the sandalwood box to Xiansi. Then she held Lan Xiya's cold hands and said, "Aunt, don't be sad. You still have me and Mingyi."

Tears streamed down Lan Xiya's cheeks and dripped onto her clothes, silently telling of her inner sorrow.

"Wanwan, why did he just leave me like this... We clearly agreed that even if we had to leave, we had to finish what we had to say before leaving... We still have a lot to say..."

Her voice had become unusually low and hoarse, each word coming from the depths of her heart, weighed down with an indescribable heaviness. Even the simple act of breathing seemed heavy and difficult.

There was a sense of oppression in the air.

Sang Yuwan felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, and his breathing was very stifled.

She pursed her lips and tried her best to control her emotions. "Aunt, I'm going to pick up Uncle Ming. You can talk to him later if you have anything to say."

Tears welled up in her eyes, but refused to fall. She knew that what she needed at this moment was strength, even if it was only on the surface.

"Wanwan... wuwu..." Lan Xiya called her with a hoarse voice and could not say anything else.

Sang Yuwan said again, "Okay, Auntie, I'm going to pick up Uncle Ming now."

Lan Xiya nodded with tears streaming down her face.

She also wanted to go to the hospital, but when Sang Yuwan's parents died that year, she went to the hospital morgue to pick them up. That scene became her lingering nightmare.

It left a huge psychological shadow in her heart, so much so that she now dares not set foot there.

Sang Yuwan let go of his hands and got into the car with a serious expression.

Lan Xiya watched her leave, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.

"Madame... madam..."

-

Six o'clock in the morning.

Ming Yu's coffin returned to the Ming family.

Two funerals in one family.

For a while, people on the street were talking about the Ming family.

It means that the feng shui of the old house is bad and it is unlucky for the owner.

It means that the family fortune is not good and there is conflict.

Some people also said that the Ming family's misfortune might have nothing to do with the Ming family. All the bad luck was brought to them by Sang Yuwan.

The gossip becomes more and more mysterious as it spreads.

They say that Sang Yuwan is born with misfortune in his life.

When he was young, he killed his parents.

After living in the Ming family, Ming Xiao became seriously ill.

After entering the Bo family, he killed Bo Yuanshan, who had always been in good health.

What's even more bizarre is that less than a month after she married Bo Xingzhi, Bo Xingzhi died mysteriously.

She has been in charge of the Bo family for three months. Bo Yuheng from the second branch of the Bo family has died, and Bo Hanshan from the third branch is still in a coma.

Now, it’s the Ming family’s turn.

Talking about it one by one in detail, Sang Yuwan has become the unpredictable person who will take the life of anyone who gets close to her.

Faced with these discussions, Sang Yuwan ignored them.

At this moment, facing these rumors, she calmly ignored them.

The height is not cold.

The higher you stand, the more people will envy and hate you.

She looked at the unconscious Lan Xiya and gently frowned her long, thin eyebrows, as if a faint sadness was sandwiched between the two crescent moons. The skin on her forehead bulged slightly from this movement, and the delicate lines were faintly visible under the soft light.

"Xian Si, what did the doctor say?"

Xian Si replied, "The doctor said that Madam is fine, she just fainted due to excessive grief."

Sang Yuwan looked at the face that bore a striking resemblance to her mother, and a bright red crept into the corners of her eyes. An indescribable bitterness, like the morning dew of early autumn, silently seeped through the cracks in her heart.

Xiansi had dark circles under her eyes. She hadn't gotten much rest in the past few days.

Sang Yuwan turned around and ordered the servants, "Keep a good watch. If the Madam wakes up, notify me immediately."

The servant trembled and said, "Yes."

Sang Yuwan went to the bathroom, washed her face, and put on some light makeup. After she had tidied herself up, she went to the funeral hall.

Originally, Ming Xiao was going to hold the funeral in the morning, but Ming Yu passed away unexpectedly, and Ming Xiao could not hold the funeral before him.

There was another photo and a coffin in the mourning hall.

The air grew sadder.

The smoke curls up, complementing the flickering candlelight, adding a touch of mystery and solemnity to the quiet space. Occasionally, a breeze blows, causing the ashes of paper money to dance gently, like the souls of the deceased circling in the air, reluctant to leave.

All the relatives and friends who had come to the Ming family to pay their respects came again.

White wreaths were placed outside the mourning hall.

They saw that Mingyi had been greeting people at the mourning hall for the past two days, and they couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Someone quietly asked Mingyi, "Why don't you see your second brother?"

Ming Yi's expression was calm, "Second brother has something to do."

"No matter how big the matter is, it's not as important as the old man."

Ming Yi said calmly, "Second brother's affairs are more important than anything else."

"What could be more important than mourning and seeing someone off to the grave?"

Ming Yi said coldly, "I can't say."

"Isn't he also..."

"What are you talking about?" A cold voice interrupted the man.

Mingyi's clenched fingers suddenly loosened.

The man's expression froze and he looked sideways.

Sang Yuwan, dressed in a plain black suit, walked over with a cold and arrogant look.

The man's eyes trembled. "I didn't say anything. I just wanted to express my condolences to Master Mingyi."

Sang Yuwan walked over to Mingyi and glared at him coldly, "The dead are the greatest, so I won't punish you today. But if you dare to talk nonsense again after we leave the mourning hall, I will tear your mouth apart."

The cold words, like the winter wind, blew past the man's ears.

He shuddered involuntarily.

At this time, Xian Si hurried over and said, "Madam, the second young master Ming is back."