Sang Yuwan's mood suddenly became heavy, like a thin mist quietly spreading in the night, silently enveloping her heart, making her involuntarily furrow her brows and her eyes flicker with unease.
She took two deep breaths, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Upon seeing this, Bo Xinglan couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety.
Mingzhan was the only boy she had ever liked in her life.
This unrequited love was a chaotic and turbulent period in my youth.
There is no ending.
Beep beep beep—
The call ended.
Sang Yuwan's brows furrowed even more.
Just as she was about to remove the phone from her ear, her palm went numb.
Mingzhan called her back.
"Second brother..."
"Wan'er, you were looking for me?"
Mingzhan's voice was deep and magnetic, warm yet understated. A gentle warmth concealed a doting affection.
Sang Yuwan felt a sudden relief in her heavy chest, and her brow gradually relaxed.
"Second brother, how is eldest brother?"
“Brother’s condition is very stable now. The doctor said it’s much better than expected,” Ming Zhan replied gently.
Upon hearing these words, Sang Yuwan felt as if a gentle spring breeze had quietly swept through her heart, carrying away the long-accumulated gloom and burden. The invisible boulder on her chest suddenly lost its weight.
She paused, then asked, "Second brother, how are you?"
Upon hearing this, Bo Xinglan held her breath.
Ming Zhan replied in a relaxed tone and at a measured pace, "Of course I'm fine. How about you?"
Sang Yuwan smiled gently. "I'm fine too."
Upon hearing this, Bo Xinglan's lips curved upwards, and her mood immediately lightened considerably.
She was relieved to see that Mingzhan was alright.
“Wan’er, you must take good care of yourself. Right now, your health is the most important thing. As for work, put it off if possible, and delegate the work that can’t be put off to others. I’ve noticed that Mingyi has been quite proactive at work lately. You can give her more work.” Ming Zhan’s voice reached Sang Yuwan’s ears once again.
Bo Xinglan felt embarrassed to listen any longer, so she pursed her lips and turned to go to the kitchen.
Her steps became noticeably lighter.
Sang Yuwan hummed in agreement, her lips curving into a deeper smile. "He's Second Master's man; I can't order him around."
Ming Zhan paused for a few seconds before slowly speaking, "Rong Zhi will leave sooner or later, and then Ming Yi..."
The words "single-handedly shouldering the heavy responsibility" were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back down.
No matter how good his relationship with Sang Yuwan is, he can't say such things.
Public and private are distinct.
Ming Zhan, as the heir of the Ming family, was well aware of this.
Sang Yuwan guessed what he was going to say, her brows furrowed slightly, but a faint smile remained on her lips.
"Second brother, have you ever thought about letting Mingyi come back to the Ming family to help you?"
Ming Zhan was taken aback.
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "Second Brother, I have something to do, so I'll leave now."
Mingzhan was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "Okay. Wan'er, call me if anything happens."
"Okay," Sang Yuwan replied and hung up the phone. Then, she drank the warm water in front of her in one gulp.
Mingzhan hesitated when asked that question.
Clearly, he didn't want Mingyi to return to the Ming family.
Sang Yuwan's mood began to feel somewhat heavy.
Mingzhan and Mingyi usually get along quite well. However, since they are half-siblings, there are always some minor disagreements between them.
Sang Yuwan couldn't help but think of her and Shen Yilin.
They are the same half-siblings.
Shen Yilin always thought it was because his mother, Lan Xin, had interfered in his parents' marriage, but little did he know that his mother was the one who came later.
Now, the siblings are sworn enemies. Shen Yilin is single-mindedly determined to take revenge on her.
The root of all this lies with Old Master Shen.
Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, and her pretty face gradually turned frosty again.
Breakfast was served quickly.
Nutritious breakfasts come in all shapes and sizes, with different flavors.
Sang Yuwan drank a small bowl of oatmeal porridge, ate a fried egg and toast, and then ate a small piece of corn.
Bo Xinglan had a slightly worse appetite than her, only drinking a glass of milk and eating two small steamed buns.
Seeing this, Sang Yuwan frowned. "Xinglan, take a nap after you finish eating."
Bo Xinglan nodded.
The two went upstairs one after the other.
Sang Yuwan went straight to the study.
Rong Zhi and Ming Lang had not yet returned, so after much consideration, she chose to work from home.
With Ji Xiao in charge of the group, she felt very reassured.
If there's work that needs her attention, Xiansi will deliver it to her as soon as possible.
Sang Yuwan knew that she would eventually leave the "Bo Group," and this way of working was just a transition.
After processing the documents sent by Xiansi, she rested for a while.
He glanced at the small file box with a combination lock on the bookshelf, his gaze darkened, and he stood up from his seat.
"What kind of password did Bo Qingmei set?"
Sang Yuwan once tried using Bo Xingzhi's birthday.
Incorrect password.
There are two more chances to unlock it.
Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, her mind racing.
For Bo Qingmei, the most important person besides Bo Xingzhi was Bo Yuanshan.
Sang Yuwan thought for a moment and tried entering Bo Yuanshan's birthday.
The combination lock box emitted a piercing alarm.
The password is still incorrect.
The air in the study suddenly became still, and the air pressure was very low.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and every second felt incredibly long.
Sang Yuwan's breathing became heavy and slow, each breath seeming as an attempt to calm the turmoil in her heart, but the feeling of worry lingered and was hard to shake off.
The oppressive air enveloped her silently, sinking into the endless darkness along with her unresolved sorrows.
Bo Xingzhi and Bo Yuanshan's birthdays are both incorrect.
Could this password be related to Bo Qingmei herself?
Sang Yuwan sat at her desk, the faint light from the window filtering through the half-drawn curtains, dappling her face and adding a touch of gentleness to the tranquil moment.
Her gaze was focused and profound, as if it could pierce through the paper and reach the depths of her thoughts. Her hands were gently clasped together, her index finger unconsciously twirling a stray strand of hair—a subtle gesture that revealed the delicate fluctuations in her heart.
Suddenly, Sang Yuwan's brow twitched, and her eyes lit up.
Her breathing became shallow and rapid.
The documents in this safe are most likely related to the "Bo Group's" slush fund.
She quickly picked up a pen and tried to write down six numbers.
That was the time when Bo Yuanshan secretly set up a slush fund.
She looked at the six black numbers, took two deep breaths, and tried to calm herself down.
A few minutes later.
She tightened her lips, held her breath, and slowly typed in the numbers one by one.
Click—
Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly clenched.
The combination lock light turned green.
Sang Yuwan's heart raced, as if a little deer was leaping joyfully in her chest, each pulse filled with indescribable excitement and anticipation.
She gently turned on the switch.
All the locks on the combination lock box were opened.
She pursed her lips and took the contents out.
When she saw the document at the top, her hands suddenly trembled slightly.
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