Sang Yuwan wanted to take a deep breath to calm herself down, but found that the air seemed to have become thin, and each breath felt like squeezing out the last bit of courage from her lungs.
My heart skipped a beat, my nose suddenly stung, and my long, delicate eyelashes were covered with glistening beads.
In the still air, it seemed as if an invisible net was tightly binding her.
She tried to struggle, but found it difficult to even breathe.
His back stiffened for a few seconds, and he wiped his eyes with his cold fingers. Then, he slowly lowered his head and took out the file, placing it on the table.
There is a photo on the document.
The person in the photo is none other than her mother, Lan Xin.
File title.
Four bold black characters.
Death report.
Sang Yuwan's heart pounded wildly in her chest, as if trying to break free of its restraints. Each beat was accompanied by a violent tremor, like the booming of war drums in her ears, the rhythm chaotic and rapid.
This was the first time she had seen her mother's death report.
The cause of death was poisoning.
Sang Yuwan unconsciously clenched her fists, her fingertips digging deep into her palms, causing a slight pain, yet it seemed to be the only tangible thing she could grasp in this chaotic thought.
She was six years old when her parents passed away, and she already had memories of them.
She remembered the police saying that her parents died in a car accident.
At that time, her aunt Lan Xiya stayed with her the whole time.
Police officers are not supposed to lie.
What was Bo Qingmei's purpose in fabricating this certificate?
If she wanted her to take revenge on Bo Yuanshan, it's a pity that Bo Yuanshan is already dead.
Bo Xingzhi also left.
The Bo family and the Bo Corporation are now in her hands.
Bo Qingmei's actions were pointless.
Sang Yuwan frowned deeply, and a thin layer of mist appeared in her eyes.
The surrounding air was thick with fog, and the air pressure was very low.
Sang Yuwan put down the documents and leaned back. A big question mark lingered above her head.
Many years have passed, and my parents have already been cremated. Even if we wanted to investigate, we wouldn't know where to begin.
Sang Yuwan's brows furrowed more and more, and her lip line stretched into a straight line.
Knock knock—
"lady."
The sound of stringed thoughts came from outside the door.
Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted, and she turned around and sat up straight, putting the documents on the table into the safe. Then she pressed the red button on her desk.
The study door slowly opened.
Xiansi rushed in with a document in her hand. "Madam, take a look at this. I just received it."
Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes slightly and opened the folder with a cold expression.
It was also a death report.
Information about the deceased.
Bo Xingzhi, male, 34 years old.
Cause of death.
Poisoning.
Sang Yuwan suddenly felt a chill rush from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and her blood instantly froze.
Xian Si looked terrified and uneasy.
Sang Yuwan was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a cold voice, "Who delivered it?"
Xian Si clasped her hands together and lowered her head. "It was delivered by the courier." After a pause, she added, "I just received it."
Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, and various thoughts tangled into a complex web in her mind.
Bo Xingzhi clearly died from overdosing on aphrodisiacs and indulging in excessive pleasure with Gu Jingheng.
Why does this death report say he died of poisoning?
Hehuan San (合欢散) can at most be considered an aphrodisiac, not a poison.
Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and said coldly, "Playing tricks."
Xian Si was startled, her fingertips digging into her palm. She looked up, astonished, and said, "Madam, you mean... Shen Yilin..."
Sang Yuwan clenched her fingers, crumpling the death report into a ball.
She sat ramrod straight in the chair. Her entire being resembled a volcano about to erupt, seemingly calm on the surface but concealing molten lava within. Her tightly pursed lips were more resolute than usual.
“You know best the real cause of Bo Xingzhi’s death.” She paused, then her tone suddenly became more serious. “Xiansi, you’ve been getting increasingly impatient lately.”
Xian Si's heart tightened, and sweat began to seep from her forehead, sliding down her cheeks, mingling with her rapidly pounding heart to create an indescribable tension and unease. "Madam, I..."
Sang Yuwan placed the clenched ball of paper on the desk, her gaze gradually sharpening. "Xiansi, do you also suspect that there was something fishy about Bo Xingzhi's death?"
The thought process froze.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and all the sounds around her quietly faded away.
Sang Yuwan slowly stood up, gave her a meaningful look, and then walked to the study window and opened the curtains.
As the sunlight streamed in, her silhouette appeared even more solitary.
Sang Yuwan didn't turn around. "Xiansi, was Rong Zhi the one who determined the cause of Bo Xingzhi's death that day?"
The heart inside Xiansi's chest was pounding wildly, like a war drum being violently struck by an invisible hand, the thumping sound echoing in her ears, deafening.
Each heartbeat was accompanied by a surge of hot blood, flowing from the depths of the heart to every part of the body, making the whole person feel as if they were tightly enveloped by an invisible force, and the face instantly turned bright red.
Sang Yuwan waited a few minutes, and seeing that Xiansi remained silent, a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Xiansi, if that's really the case, then why did you give me this document in the first place?"
Xian Si panicked, swallowed hard, and managed to speak, "Madam, I'm worried someone might use this to blackmail you..."
Sang Yuwan sneered, "Trying to blackmail me? Ha. Bo Xingzhi is dead."
Xian Si lowered her head and slowly began, "Madam, Mr. Bo is dead, and you are the biggest beneficiary. If this document is made public, everyone will think..."
"You thought I killed Bo Xingzhi?" A large, mocking smile appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips.
A lump formed in Xian Si's throat, and he lowered his head even further.
Sang Yuwan narrowed her eyes slightly, a disdainful sneer flashing in them.
After a few minutes of silence, she asked Xiansi in a low voice, "Have you managed to contact Second Master?"
Xian Si's heart skipped a beat, and she said nervously, "Not yet."
Sang Yuwan's lips curled slightly, her eyes unfathomable. "Find out who sent this report?"
Xian Si nodded. "Yes, Madam."
Thud—
The study door closed gently.
Sang Yuwan stood by the window, her shadow stretched long by the soft sunlight. Her black hair fell casually over her shoulders, a few strands dancing lightly in the wind, carrying a sense of desolation and loneliness.
She stood there silently, letting her thoughts drift away with the scenery outside the window.
What a coincidence today.
She saw two death reports at the same time.
One was for my mother, Lanxin.
One of them belonged to her nominal husband, Bo Xingzhi.
The cause of death was poisoning.
If they all really died from poisoning, then who was the one who poisoned them?
It's the same person.
There were still two people.
Sang Yuwan still harbored a question. If Bo Xingzhi truly died from poisoning, why would Rong Zhi cover up the truth about his death?
Could it be that she's worried someone will suspect her?
She's not afraid of others investigating things she hasn't done.
Sang Yuwan fell into deep thought.
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