Bo Xinglan's breathing became very rapid and heavy. Each inhale was like drawing courage, while each exhale carried away some of her determination and strength.
Deep down, she didn't trust Shen Yilin.
After all, he had hurt her so deeply.
She also knew that Shen Yilin harbored deep hatred for Sang Yuwan.
Although she didn't know what kind of grudges or past grievances existed between them.
Bo Xinglan dared not look at Sang Yuwan, her gaze drifting unfocusedly to the steaming glass teapot.
Sang Yuwan sat quietly on the sofa, holding a teacup in one hand. The steam in the cup was slowly dissipating.
The sunlight filtering in added a touch of gentleness to her. Her deep eyes, like two bottomless pools of water, remained calm and undisturbed, revealing an indescribable tranquility and serenity.
She took two sips of lukewarm tea and slowly said, "He's right, the child in my belly is indeed not Bo Xingzhi's."
Bo Xinglan's breathing stopped abruptly.
The surging air seemed to freeze instantly. Time itself seemed to stretch out.
Sang Yuwan put down her teacup, turned slightly, looked at the completely stunned Bo Xinglan, and smiled, "What else did he say?"
Bo Xinglan felt a piercing sensation in her eardrums, her chest heaving violently. "Sister-in-law, you and Second Brother..."
Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched, her gaze flickered, but quickly returned to calm.
She looked at Bo Xinglan and spoke calmly, "Don't you already know about my relationship with him?"
Bo Xinglan gasped, a sharp pain shooting through her stomach, her face turning ashen. She quickly picked up her teacup and took a couple of sips.
A faint fruity aroma wafts through the mouth, but turns extremely bitter as it enters the throat. It's difficult to swallow.
"cough……"
I was so nervous that I choked twice.
Bo Xinglan coughed violently.
As his body trembled, a significant amount of tea spilled from the cup.
A wet patch appeared on the thin blanket.
Sang Yuwan watched quietly, without saying a word or taking any action.
Bo Xinglan coughed for a while before gradually stopping. An unhealthy flush rose on both cheekbones.
Sang Yuwan leaned back, withdrew her gaze, and said calmly, "Xinglan, I'll ask you one last time, what else did Shen Yilin say?"
She paused, then added, "Just say it all at once."
Bo Xinglan hurriedly put down her water glass, grabbed a tissue, and clutched it in her hand. Another internal struggle ensued.
"Sister-in-law, he asked me to ask you, between Second Brother and Senior Ming, who do you choose?"
Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted, and her expression changed drastically. Her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, pounding violently, each beat accompanied by a booming sound in her chest.
She knew Shen Yilin's methods well; since he had asked such a question, he must have already begun to take action.
Ming Zhan and Rong Zhi.
Choose one of the two.
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat.
An ominous premonition spread from the depths of my heart. Like a heavy dark cloud, it silently enveloped my mind, making me feel indescribably oppressed and uneasy.
An indescribable chill seemed to permeate the air, and even though the indoor temperature had reached 28 degrees Celsius, it could not dispel the gloom that rose from the bottom of one's heart.
“Shen Yilin!” Sang Yuwan’s gaze narrowed inch by inch.
Bo Xinglan's back stiffened, and she nervously bit her lip until it bled. Blood seeped out, staining her lips crimson.
She opened her mouth, and a mouthful of blood filled her mouth. She swallowed, and a wave of nausea washed over her.
"Sister-in-law..."
Sang Yuwan took two deep breaths, called the butler in, and coldly instructed, "From today onwards, Miss Six will be living here. Send someone to inform the Third Branch of the household."
"Yes." The butler responded and hurriedly walked to Bo Xinglan's side, bowing, "Sixth Miss, please come with me."
Bo Xinglan slowly stood up and left with the help of the housekeeper.
Her steps were heavy, each step feeling like walking on cotton, as if she had no strength to support her body weight. Even simple movements, such as raising her hand or turning around, became extremely difficult, and every inch of her body seemed to be silently groaning.
Sang Yuwan watched her retreating figure, her gaze turning extremely cold and sharp.
She got up, walked to the window, and dialed Rong Zhi's number.
"Beep beep beep..."
The phone was connected, but no one answered.
Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she turned around to dial Mingzhan's number again.
The other party answered almost instantly.
"Wan'er..."
Deep and magnetic, like the warm afternoon sun in spring, gently falling on the heart, carrying a hint of subtle pampering and endless tenderness.
Sang Yuwan's heartstrings trembled, and she tried her best to remain calm, "Second Brother, where are you now?"
Mingzhan replied gently, "I'm at the hospital with my older brother."
"Hospital?" Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched heavily, and she felt a chill run down her spine for no apparent reason.
Mingzhan sensed something was wrong with her, and his voice betrayed a hint of worry, "Wan'er, what's wrong?"
Sang Yuwan forced herself to calm down, her pretty face tense. "Second brother, how's the security?"
Upon hearing this, Mingzhan's heart tightened, and his tone became slightly urgent, "Wan'er, just say what you need to say?"
Sang Yuwan looked out the window, her eyes filled with deep worry, yet also with a hint of barely perceptible determination. "Could Shen Yilin possibly harm you and my elder brother?"
“Shen Yilin?” Ming Zhan was stunned for a moment, his teeth clenching unconsciously, making a slight “crunching” sound. “If he dares to come, I’ll make sure he doesn’t leave alive.”
His voice became low and hoarse, each word deliberate and strained. Every word seemed to be squeezed from the depths of his throat, filled with boundless anger.
Sang Yuwan said, "Second brother, Shen Yilin is a despicable man. You must be careful."
She paused, then continued, "I've sent a few of the Bo family's secret guards over. Second brother, please don't let eldest brother know about this."
"Wan'er, your men should stay behind to protect you," Ming Zhan said anxiously.
A cold glint appeared in Sang Yuwan's eyes. "No matter how bold he is, he wouldn't dare come to the Bo family."
Ming Zhan's breathing was heavy. "He's a man you can't really tell."
Sang Yuwan's phone suddenly vibrated.
She glanced at it.
Rong Zhi called her.
"Second brother, that's all for now, I need to take this call."
Sang Yuwan hung up the phone hastily before Ming Zhan could respond.
"Rong Zhi, where are you?"
“Sang Yuwan, I am not Rong Zhi…”
The eerie male voice, deep and hoarse, seemed to come from the depths of the earth, carrying an indescribable chill that penetrated to the bone.
"You? Shen Yilin!" Sang Yuwan's mind went blank for a moment, and her breath stopped.
"Sang Yuwan, your hearing is still good, isn't it?" The person on the other end of the phone had a voice that was indescribably hoarse and dry, like an old record that kept skipping, and every word seemed to be wearing down the listener's nerves.
The voice contained an inexplicable sense of oppression, like a shadow quietly approaching under the night sky, making one involuntarily feel palpitations and panic.
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