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

Everyone in the second room held their breath and looked towards the hall entrance at the same time.

Ning Wanzhen also looked over and clenched her fingers unconsciously.

For some reason, there was always an uneasy string in her heart.

Originally, she and the two brothers Bo Yuheng went to Qinghe Garden to "catch an adulterer", but unexpectedly, things took a turn and now it has become a trial meeting.

The people on trial became the second and third wives.

Ning Wanzhen's heart was not relieved at all, but she became a little worried.

Over the years, Bo Yuanshan had turned a blind eye to the second and third wives, and Bo Xingzhi was even more tolerant of them.

It has only been a week since Sang Yuwan took the high position, and he has already attacked them directly with such fanfare. I'm afraid there will be a bloody storm soon.

Bo Yuheng, this old fox, is definitely not a good person.

If things go wrong, the position of head of the family will have to be replaced again.

Even if Sang Yuwan wins by chance, Rong Zhi, as a meritorious official, will have an extremely important position in the Bo family in the future.

This is what Ning Wanzhen can't accept the most.

At the entrance of the hall, two figures suddenly appeared.

Minglang, dressed in black, walked in with a man in a gray coat.

"Yangyang..." He Qiaoling's heart skipped a beat and her breathing became irregular.

Bo Yuheng sat upright with his hands resting on the armrests of his chair. A bloodthirsty glint shone in the depths of his eyes.

Yu Yang walked in, glanced at him, and suddenly looked away.

He Qiaoling's heart was pounding. She took a deep breath, wanting to remind him not to talk nonsense. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Yu Yang stopped and looked at the woman in the main seat, "Mrs. Bo, ok."

Sang Yuwan glared at him coldly, and said with a slight pout, "Yu Yang, when the Second Master asks you questions, you are not allowed to hide anything. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

Yu Yang's forehead was covered in sweat and he clenched his fists. "Don't worry, Madam. I will tell you the truth."

Sang Yuwan nodded slightly, "Okay."

Seeing this, He Qiaoling's heart beat faster and she coughed lightly.

Bo Yuheng's expression changed slightly, and there was a murderous look in his cold eyes.

Sang Yuwan took out a candy from her pocket, peeled it open and put it in her mouth.

Rong Zhi saw this and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant. He raised his hand and called the butler.

"It's getting late. Go prepare some midnight snacks. You should know Madam's preferences."

Sang Yuwan's eyebrows flickered.

Rong Zhi uncrossed his legs, stood up, and walked in front of Yu Yang.

There was a step between the two of them.

Yu Yang lowered his head, cold sweat breaking out on his back. He tried to calm down, but his heart was filled with danger.

Rong Zhi looked at him disdainfully and suddenly smiled, "Yu Yang, don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous." Yu Yang's voice trembled slightly.

Rong Zhi curled his lips, paced, walked behind him, and his eyes fell on Bo Yuheng.

"Yu Yang, are you very familiar with Wei Xiaobao?"

"He is my childhood friend." Yu Yang replied.

"Do you see each other often?"

"Not often, just a small gathering once in a while."

"Did you meet three days ago?"

"Have."

"Where?"

"Fuhong Restaurant."

"Who else was there?"

"Just the two of us."

"Meet at a restaurant, just for dinner?"

Rong Zhi asked one question after another. Yu Yang's breathing became heavier and heavier, and there was an uncontrollable feeling of suffocation in his chest, and his face gradually turned red.

"We talked about some things."

Rong Zhi raised his lip and continued to ask, "What did you talk about?"

Seeing that Yu Yang was about to tell the "truth", He Qiaoling's heart was pounding, her hands clenched into fists involuntarily, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her palms.

"cough……"

Rong Zhi remained calm and whispered to the servant, "Close the door and bring Second Aunt a blanket."

He Qiaoling's body suddenly stiffened. She wanted to say something but no sound came out.

Yu Yang took the opportunity to take two deep breaths.

Rong Zhi stared at Bo Yuheng without blinking, and suddenly raised his voice, "Tell me, what did you talk about?"

Yu Yang's palms were cold, his eyes were filled with fear, and his voice was trembling. "I'll give him a photo and ask him to send it to Mrs. Bo."

Rong Zhi's brows darkened and he asked sternly, "What photos?"

"Yes... yes..." Yu Yang was flustered and stuttered, "It's Sister Xinglan and..."

Bo Yuheng finally spoke, "Rongzhi, let him sit down and drink some water, and then talk slowly."

Rong Zhi sneered, "Second Uncle, how about we have a midnight snack first?"

Bo Yuheng's gaze suddenly shifted, and he looked at him fiercely, "Young man, don't be so arrogant."

Rong Zhi replied, "Second Uncle, I'm thirty-two, not young anymore."

Bo Yuheng was so angry that his face turned pale blue. He whispered, "You're lucky to have survived."

Rong Zhi's breath slowed, his eyes, as dark as obsidian, gleaming with a hint of a smile. His deep voice held a dangerous aura, "Those who survive great chaos will surely experience good fortune in the future."

creak-

The tightly closed door was pushed open from the outside, and the housekeeper led the servants to bring midnight snacks to everyone.

In front of Sang Yuwan was a bowl of sour and sweet fruit porridge.

Others are different from her.

The sweet ones are small balls with fermented glutinous rice wine, while the savory ones are small wontons with fresh meat.

Sang Yuwan was really hungry at this moment, and began to eat gracefully.

It tasted pretty good and was just to her liking.

However, she had never told the butler about her preferences, so how did he know?

Seeing this, Ning Wanzhen's frown relaxed a little.

If the mother can eat well, the baby in her belly will be healthy.

Rong Zhi sat down again, crossed his legs, picked up the small white porcelain bowl, and gently stirred the small, bright white dumplings with a porcelain spoon. After a few seconds, he raised his eyelids and suddenly spoke.

"Yu Yang, continue."

Yu Yang raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His throat was dry, as if an invisible hand was strangling it, and breathing became increasingly difficult. "Yes..."

bang-

Bo Yuheng picked up the spoon and tapped the inner wall of the porcelain bowl.

Yu Yang froze, bit his back teeth, and finally uttered, "It's a photo of Sister Xinglan and Second Young Master Ming in bed."

The people from the second house all looked at him with such ferocious eyes that they wanted to kill him on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yi stood up abruptly, pointing her finger at Bo Yuheng and He Qiaoling and cursing, "So it was you who wanted to harm my Xinglan. You are truly wicked. To get to the top, you're actually plotting against your own niece."

He Qiaoling glared at her fiercely, "How could we have a photo of your daughter in bed?"

Fang Yi blurted out, "My second brother got it from Hanshan a few days ago."

He Qiaoling sneered, "Why did Third Brother give my master a photo of his own daughter's bed?"

"Not yet..." Fang Yi suddenly stopped talking.

Sang Yuwan watched them fighting each other with a sneer on her face. "Second Aunt, Third Aunt, if you keep quarreling like this, we won't be able to sleep tonight."

He Qiaoling looked at her and said, "She was the one who started the trouble."

Fang Yi gritted her teeth, "It's you..."

"Shut up, everyone." Sang Yuwan interrupted harshly.

A cold voice drifted to my ears, "Sister-in-law, don't be angry, be careful not to hurt the fetus."

Sang Yuwan's eyebrows jumped and she looked in the direction of the voice.

Rong Zhixu didn't look at her to avoid suspicion.

Sang Yuwan curled the corners of her lips slightly.

Rong Zhi put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and took another sip of water.

"Yu Yang, one last question. Who gave you the photo?"