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

Ning Wanzhen saw what was in her hand and was shocked.

These are clearly men's shirt cufflinks.

If a widow sees men's things in her bedroom, you can tell what it means just by moving your toes.

Ning Wanzhen's face suddenly changed, dark clouds rolled in her eyes, and a violent storm was about to come.

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved, and he felt a sense of crisis.

Before Ning Wanzhen came in, she and Rong Zhi had just finished fighting.

The clothes scattered on the floor were hurriedly taken into the bathroom.

There was no time to carefully inspect the ground.

Ning Wanzhen was silent for a few seconds, then tightly grasped the shirt cufflink. Her expression changed and she said sternly, "Wanwan, move back to the old house tonight."

She did not expose it directly, but warned him in a different way.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, her mind turning over and over, her eyes slightly shimmering. She replied, neither softly nor repeatedly, "Mom, this place is close to the group..."

"According to the Bo family rules, you should observe mourning at the old house until the 57th day." Ning Wanzhen interrupted with anger on her face.

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her face instantly turned cold and she lowered her voice, "Mom, I would like to stay until May 7th, but can I rest for that long?"

Ning Wanzhen was stunned.

With Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi gone, Sang Yuwan had to do both, and the burden on her shoulders had multiplied several times. Not only could she not rest, but her working hours were even longer than before.

If it weren't for the Bo family and the "Bo family", she wouldn't have to work so hard.

What's more, she is pregnant now.

Ning Wanzhen's heart ached suddenly, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened.

Sang Yuwan's eyes dimmed slightly, and she continued, "Mom, you said that I'm not only your daughter-in-law, but also your daughter. Between mother and daughter, is there anything that can't be said directly?"

Ning Wanzhen's eyes were red. She spread out her palms, staring at the men's cufflinks, and said angrily, "Wanwan, the seventh day of the ritual hasn't even passed yet, and you brought another man here. How can I not be angry?"

This time, she did not mention Rong Zhi's name.

"Another man?" Sang Yuwan suppressed the turmoil in her heart, frowned, and pretended to be confused.

"Look for yourself, what is this?" Ning Wanzhen's blood rushed to her head and her neck turned red.

Sang Yuwan looked at her palm and slowly stood up. She reached out, took the cufflinks, and examined them carefully.

The black and gold cufflinks are inlaid with the letter "Z" in pure gold.

Sang Yuwan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and her tone became much calmer, "Mom, it's just a shirt cufflink..."

"Just a cufflink? Even though my eyes are blurry, I know it's a man's thing." Ning Wanzhen's anger rose again.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, lowered her eyes unconsciously, and her eyes reddened. "This is something for traveling. Look at this sign..."

Ning Wanzhen's eyes flashed with surprise, and she was stunned for a moment.

"Z".

Isn’t it the first pinyin letter of “止”?

Sang Yuwan's throat seemed to be pressed down by something, and her voice sounded somewhat sad. "A week before Xingzhi passed away, we stayed here for one night..."

The following words are very clear even without me saying them.

Ning Wanzhen had her doubts, but without direct evidence, she could only give up. She took a deep breath, tears welling up in her eyes. "My dear, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you again."

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes drooped, a dark shadow fell under her eyes, her heartbeat was fast and slow, and she felt indescribable pain. She didn't say anything, but just clenched the cufflink tightly in her palm.

My palm hurts so much.

Ning Wanzhen was silent for a moment, then hugged her. "Wanwan, you have to keep Xingzhi's things. Even if they're not worth much, they can serve as a reminder. If you look at them occasionally, you won't forget him so quickly."

Every word and sentence seems comforting, but actually hurts the heart.

Sang Yuwan squeezed out a few tears, her voice low and hoarse, "Mom, Xingzhi, I and our child will never forget him in this life."

She said this with hatred in her heart.

Ning Wanzhen raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, pursed her lips, and smiled with all her might, "Wanwan, I feel relieved when you say this."

Sang Yuwan felt a sharp pain in her palm, as if the cufflinks had pierced it. She frowned slightly and said, "Mom, I'll take you there."

After this incident, Ning Wanzhen felt it was not appropriate to stay any longer. "Don't go down. Rest in peace."

Sang Yuwan called Xiansi, then stood at the stairs and watched Ning Wanzhen leave.

He waited until she reached the first floor before turning around.

"Mother is gone?"

The deep male voice was like fragments of gravel, piercing Sang Yuwan's head and causing pain.

I don't know when, Rong Zhi suddenly appeared again.

He was wearing black trousers and his upper body was bare, with his well-defined muscles bulging.

Sang Yuwan recalled the love affair that ended half an hour ago, and her ears suddenly turned red. She was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "Where did you go just now?"

Rong Zhi's eyebrows flickered, "Guess?"

Sang Yuwan glared at him and said unhappily, "He crawled into the toilet."

As he spoke, he walked inside.

Rong Zhi followed her into the bedroom.

blah-

The bedroom door was locked.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat and she turned around again.

Rong Zhi seemed not to have expected her to turn around, and did not stop.

The next second, Sang Yuwan's forehead hit his hard chest muscles, and she suddenly saw stars and exclaimed, "Hiss..."

Rong Zhi's eyes flashed, and he directly pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly with his warm body.

Sang Yuwan clenched her fists, pressed them against his chest, and said angrily, "Let go."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Throw it away after use?"

Sang Yuwan gritted her teeth and said, "Let me go."

Rong Zhi smiled inexplicably, and instead of letting go, he hugged her even tighter.

Seeing that the storm was about to come, Sang Yuwan gritted her teeth and slashed his chest with her cufflinks.

Rong Zhi reacted and a new mark appeared on top of the red mark.

Along with the slight pain comes an uncontrollable desire.

The blood is boiling.

He could come again, but she might not be able to bear it.

Rong Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth and slowly loosened his hand.

Sang Yuwan then took a few steps back, stood still, and threw the cufflink that belonged to him over.

It landed right at his feet.

Rong Zhi bent down to pick it up and looked at her, "Don't you want to keep it as a memory?"

Sang Yuwan felt a stab in the heart.

He heard everything that happened with Ning Wanzhen just now.

Rong Zhi walked straight towards her and prepared to sit down next to her.

Sang Yuwan's expression tightened, "Are you not leaving yet?"

Rong Zhi frowned vaguely, "I'm tired. Let's sit for a while before we go."

Sang Yuwan was speechless and felt very upset.

Rong Zhi leaned back, and the red marks on his chest became more obvious.

Sang Yuwan looked at her masterpiece, her heart beating faster. She pulled off the hair drying cap, looked away, and turned her back to him.

Rong Zhi tilted his head and caught a glimpse of her wet hair. His eyes were dark and deep.

The air in the bedroom suddenly became quiet.

Heavy. Depressing.

Sang Yuwan felt as if a thorn in her back was stabbed, and was about to speak when the other person suddenly stood up and hugged her by the waist.