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

into the night.

The mourning hall was quiet.

The curtain swayed gently in the wind, making a subtle and low sound.

Desolate and sad.

Bo Xingzhi's portrait shows a peaceful face. His eyes, which seem to be able to see into people's hearts, seem to be telling the story of his life in silence.

Minglang finished refueling the eternal lamp beneath the crystal coffin. He stood up and was startled to see a tall, dark figure appear at the entrance of the hall. His expression tensed, and he called out, "Second Master?"

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, she clenched her fingers and looked over.

In the dim light and shadow, Rong Zhi, dressed in mourning clothes, stood tall and graceful.

He strode forward, cold, arrogant, lonely and domineering.

He glanced around calmly, his thin lips parted, his gaze falling on her face, "Sister-in-law, you go down and rest. I'll be the vigilant tonight."

Sang Yuwan curled the corners of her lips slightly, "No need."

Rong Zhi paused for a few seconds and said in a low voice, "You are not alone now, you should take care of your body."

These words, like a thin silver needle, pierced deeply into Sang Yuwan's heart.

Inside and outside the words.

Extremely ironic.

Her face turned pale, and her fingertips pressed hard against her palm, "Minglang, you go down first."

Minglang glanced at Rong Zhi and asked anxiously, "Madam?"

"Go away." Sang Yuwan's eyes were filled with anger, and he couldn't help but raise his voice.

Minglang's heart trembled, "Yes."

Seeing him walk away, Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and a layer of frost covered her pretty face. "Tell me, what do you really want?"

The question from seven days ago must be answered today.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids and stared at her face, his deep eyes like a deep pool, "If I say, I want you..."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of anger shot up to her head. "Bo Rongzhi, you're too presumptuous."

"Call me Rongzhi."

The deep voice seemed to carry a special kind of bewitching charm.

Sang Yuwan was immediately filled with shame and indignation, her eyes reddened, and for no reason she displayed the aura of an angry beauty. "I am your sister-in-law."

Rong Zhi said coldly, "My last name is not Bo. My last name is Rong."

Sang Yuwan was stunned.

His last name is Rong?

Rong Zhi added, "Six years ago, I was no longer a member of the Bo family."

Sang Yuwan's eyebrows twitched violently, and she was suddenly filled with doubt and uncertainty. Frowning, she angrily asked, "If you're not a member of the Bo family, what are you doing now?"

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened noticeably. "I'm here to see Big Brother off. After all, we've been brothers for several years."

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but laugh sarcastically, "Don't be so pretentious, could it be that you are also a man with poor behavior..."

My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed the word "friend" back into my stomach.

Rong Zhi pursed his lips and said, "There's nothing wrong with my sexual orientation."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her heart started beating fast and her face turned red.

She knew very well whether he had any problems or not.

Unless, he is popular with both men and women.

Seeing her silence, Rong Zhi added, "I don't like men."

Sang Yuwan was stunned for a moment, her face flushed, and she said coldly, "Whether you like men or not has nothing to do with me."

Rong Zhi's eyebrows flickered and his eyes narrowed slightly.

She tilted her head slightly, two flames of anger dancing in her eyes.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, covered by his thick eyelashes.

Eyes crossed.

Ambiguity was mixed into the air, fermenting uncontrollably and spreading in the hearts of the two people.

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved. "I'll ask you one last time, what do you want?"

Rong Zhi leaned forward slightly and looked him in the eye.

"I want a child."

Finally, he added one more sentence.

"Me and your child."

Every word carried an extremely heavy pressure, causing Sang Yuwan's heart to beat faster.

She glared at him, her eyes filled with endless anger and hatred.

"Rong Zhi, do you know what you are talking about?"

Rong Zhi stared into her eyes closely. There seemed to be a layer of mist in his eyes, and two hot flames were burning in them.

His eyes were warm and full of anticipation.

"I don't want anything except children."

He spoke again.

The low, deep sound swept across like a tsunami.

The coldness penetrated deep into his bones, freezing Sang Yuwan's blood vessels inch by inch.

She froze in place, her finger bones turning faintly white.

Rong Zhi turned around, walked to the worship mat, and knelt down.

After a long while, Sang Yuwan finally regained consciousness. She gritted her teeth, half lowered her head, and her eyes were filled with suppressed hatred.

"Look at your brother and repeat what you just said."

Rong Zhi looked at Bo Xingzhi's portrait, his eyes darkened, and he spoke in a neither light nor heavy voice.

"My eldest brother would rather have the baby in my eldest sister-in-law's belly be mine than someone unrelated to her."

A lingering voice, gentle, and paranoid.

Sang Yuwan's heart was shocked, and his body was shaking uncontrollably, almost unable to stand.

She sat down hurriedly, clutching the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands.

After a pause, she laughed in anger, with a sarcastic arc at the corner of her mouth.

What he wanted was actually a child.

The night breeze is gentle and the air is filled with fairy fragrance.

The air in the mourning hall was already a little chilly. As the wind blew, Sang Yuwan couldn't help but sneeze. "A-choo..."

Rong Zhi frowned and said with concern, "Go back to the room and rest. I'm here."

Sang Yuwan didn't think he was being considerate of her. She took a deep breath and curled the corners of her lips slightly, "Are you and Bo Xingzhi really just brothers?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eternal lamp under the crystal coffin exploded with a sizzling sound, like oil boiling over a raging fire.

The atmosphere in the mourning hall was inexplicably strange.

Sang Yuwan's heart was pounding, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.

Rong Zhi's face was expressionless as he asked, "What do you think our relationship is?"

Sang Yuwan's fingers on her knees tightened around her mourning clothes, and her heart sank rapidly as he spoke these words.

"Bo Xingzhi is dead, and you're just the right person to take the throne. Why are you giving me the chance?"

Rong Zhi raised his eyes slightly, his expression calm, yet full of oppression, "Isn't this what you want?"

Sang Yuwan's expression froze for a moment, and she sneered, "Just because I want it, you have to help me?"

Rong Zhi's expression was calm, "As long as it's what you want, I will help you get it."

Sang Yuwan's temples throbbed heavily, "Why are you helping me?"

"I like you, do you believe it?"

Rong Zhi's voice was low and magnetic, like broken glass, cutting the strings of reason bit by bit.

It was as if thunder had exploded above Sang Yuwan's head. Her fingertips dug deeply into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

"You and Bo Xingzhi are really good brothers."

Rong Zhi knelt on the mat with his back straight.

"He is him, and I am me. He may deceive you, but I may not."

Sang Yuwan's face suddenly changed, anger surging on her cheeks like a tide. She grabbed the armrest of the chair, stood up angrily, and fixed her cold gaze on his face.

"Rongzhi, from now on, remember your identity. If you dare to say such nonsense to me again, I will punish you according to the family rules."

Rong Zhi's thin lips curled slightly, "If you want to secure the position of the head of the family, children are the key."

"you……"