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

Rong Zhi's eyes suddenly became dark and cloudy, "Uncle San, are you questioning me or the doctor?"

Bo Hanshan's breathing stagnated.

Bo Yuheng said, "Third brother, if you don't believe it, why not wait another ten months?"

A sneer appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips.

Bo Yuheng is really a cunning fox.

She suppressed her emotions and glanced at Bo Hanshan coldly, "Uncle San, please wait another ten months."

"You... you..."

Several people surrounded him, and Bo Hanshan was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Sang Yuwan turned around and sat on the chair. Her eyes turned cold as she looked at Rong Zhi.

He was dressed in black and stood alone.

At first glance, he looks a bit like Bo Xingzhi.

But if you look closely, it is completely different.

Bo Xingzhi is handsome, gentle and elegant.

Rong Zhi has a cold aura and stern eyes, giving people a strong sense of abstinence.

Bo Hanshan was still angry, his eyes red as he glanced back and forth at the two of them. A furrow formed between his brows. "Have you two known each other for a long time?"

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved.

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank slightly, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. Then, holding the pregnancy test report, he spoke righteously.

"My eldest sister-in-law is already my eldest brother's bloodline, so it's only right that she inherits everything."

"Younger brother, Rong Zhi, asks. The Patriarch. Okay."

He spoke each word clearly, his voice deep and limpid, like a stream of icy spring falling down a rock wall.

Sang Yuwan felt a prick in her eardrum, and a feeling of uneasiness flowed through her blood.

After all, he felt a little uneasy sitting on the position of head of this family.

Bo Hanshan's anger flared up when he heard this, "I don't agree."

Rong Zhi's lips were covered with a faint smile, "There are family rules, and I don't need your consent."

The tone was forceful and yet chilling.

Bo Hanshan was about to retort, but Bo Yuheng stepped forward and said respectfully to Sang Yuwan, "Master. Okay."

"Second brother, you..." Bo Hanshan was so angry that his eyes almost popped out.

Seeing this, the other members of the Bo family also spoke in unison, "Master, good."

Bo Hanshan was so angry that his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.

The servants hurriedly carried him away.

Bo Yuheng led the elders of the Bo family to temporarily leave the mourning hall, and other members of the family followed suit and left one after another.

The huge hall gradually became empty again.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes slightly and put the pregnancy test report back into the file bag.

Sang Yuwan placed her hands on the armrests of the chair, raised her eyes, and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Second Master, isn't it time to return the things to me?"

Rong Zhi turned around and walked towards her. His cold eyes were filled with unclear emotions. "Sister-in-law, you must keep such an important thing."

Sang Yuwan's heart ached suddenly, and a faint red appeared in the corners of her eyes. "That's natural."

Rong Zhi raised the corner of his lips. He smiled, but it seemed like he wasn't smiling.

Sang Yuwan reached out to take the briefcase when he suddenly leaned towards her, his dark eyes staring at her.

"Sister-in-law, is this child mine?"

The tone of voice is elongated.

It's a bit playful, ambiguous and confusing.

These words were undoubtedly a reminder to Sang Yuwan.

What happened seven days ago is not over yet.

Her heartstrings tightened, her face flushed, and her beautiful eyes were tinged with anger.

"you……"

A hoarse, angry voice swept through the hall, "Rong Zhi, you actually dare to come back."

The candlelight in front of the memorial tablet flickered violently.

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled suddenly and she stood up immediately.

Rong Zhi was so close that her forehead almost hit his chest. Behind her ear, a faint pink lingered for no apparent reason.

Sang Yuwan didn't bother to take the report in his hand and walked towards the person who came.

The person who hurried into the mourning hall was Bo Xingzhi's mother Ning Wanzhen.

Four years ago, she lost her husband.

Four years later, he lost his only son.

This blow brought her to the brink of collapse.

During the seven days of the funeral, I fainted from crying several times.

The men in black behind Rong Zhi quickly lined up and stopped her.

"Who are you?" Ning Wanzhen, with a haggard face, suddenly stopped and staggered twice. The servant who followed her supported her.

"How dare you! You dare to stop Madam Bo? You are so bold." Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened and he scolded coldly.

The man in black had no expression on his face and didn't move a muscle.

Sang Yuwan's delicate eyebrows were stained with anger, and her brows were furrowed even tighter. "Minglang, why don't you drag these daring people away?"

"Yes, ma'am." A young man immediately appeared and was about to take action.

Rong Zhi turned around, his back facing Bo Xingzhi's spirit tablet, and said with a cool smile, "Get out of the way."

As soon as the words fell, the men in black retreated to both sides in unison.

Ning Wanzhen gritted her teeth, pried the servant's hands apart, walked straight to Rong Zhi, raised her hand, and slapped him.

"Why wasn't you the one who died?"

Rong Zhi didn't dodge and was hit hard. The height difference made the lower half of his cheek slightly red.

A hint of surprise flashed across Sang Yuwan's eyes.

Her mother-in-law was known for her quiet and gentle demeanor, usually speaking softly. Even when scolding the servants, she would use reason and emotion. She had never lost her composure like this before.

I have never heard her say such vicious words.

Ning Wanzhen was still not satisfied and waved again.

Rong Zhi grabbed her wrist and said in a deep voice, "Mother, that slap just now has repaid you and father for raising me."

Ning Wanzhen angrily said, "Who is your mother? You are just someone Yuanshan found to protect Xingzhi..."

"Mother. Are you sure you want to make a scene in front of my brother and his wife?" Rong Zhi's eyes darkened as he interrupted sternly.

Ning Wanzhen gasped, her eyes widened, her face slightly twisted with anger, "You..."

Seeing this, Sang Yuwan's face darkened and she walked up to them. Her sharp, cold eyes pierced Rong Zhi's face like a knife, "Second Master, let go."

"Yes. Patriarch." Rong Zhi's deep eyes showed restrained emotions.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly let go.

Ning Wanzhen staggered, and Sang Yuwan subconsciously tried to pull her, but both of their bodies shook violently at the same time and they almost fell.

Xiansi and the servants supported them from behind.

Ning Wanzhen was breathing heavily, with anger on her face, "Rongzhi, what did you call Wanwan just now?"

"Master." Rong Zhi said coldly.

Ning Wanzhen was stunned for half a second before she seemed to react and asked in surprise, "Wanwan, you're not pregnant, are you?"

Apart from this reason, there is no reason for Sang Yuwan to take over the position of head of the family.

In the mourning hall, the air was filled with the faint smell of burning incense and lingering coolness, which intertwined together, creating an indescribable heaviness and solemnity.

Sang Yuwan clenched her fingers, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Yeah."

Ning Wanzhen burst into tears, "Wanwan, why didn't you tell me such an important thing?"

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips slightly, her smile a little stiff, "It's not even a month yet, I dare not say anything."

Ning Wanzhen choked with tears in her eyes, "Good child, it's already this time, and you're still worried about these things."

Sang Yuwan raised her eyebrows slightly and emphasized her tone, "This is Xingzhi's child. I dare not make the slightest mistake."

Ning Wanzhen choked up, "Xingzhi is lucky to have a wife like you..."

Perhaps it was because of the strong emotions piling up together, she fainted again before she could finish her words.

The servants hurriedly sent her to the side yard.

Rong Zhi looked at Sang Yuwan, and she just raised her eyes. Her clear and dark eyes were like two flames, burning him.

He said calmly, "Sister-in-law, I'm going to change my clothes."

Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed slightly, and she responded, "Yeah."

Rong Zhi strode away.

She looked at his straight back and her fingers tightened inch by inch.

He defends himself so loudly, which is definitely a case of flattery.

The position of the head of the family was within his reach, but he threw it away like a worn-out shoe.

What does he want?

Sang Yuwan glanced at the crystal coffin, and her drooping eyelashes cast a heavy shadow under her eyes.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

child……