As Sang Yuwan stepped into the mourning hall again, her face was covered with a layer of frost.
Rong Zhi, who was kneeling on the prayer mat, heard the sound, turned his head and looked over.
Upon seeing her, his eyes narrowed instantly, and his voice deepened.
"Didn't you rest?"
Sang Yuwan walked to his side, her eyelashes slightly lowered, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Second Master, your girlfriend left?"
Several hours later, Rong Zhi's back remained taut, but his eyes were bloodshot.
Upon hearing this, he lowered his brow slightly, "Girlfriend?"
Sang Yuwan smiled and said, "He's both my uncle and my brother-in-law, it's really a double blessing."
Rong Zhi frowned slightly. His dark pupils, like unyielding ink, held a hint of melancholy.
Seeing that he remained silent, Sang Yuwan assumed he tacitly approved of his relationship with Mingmei. Her heart felt as if steel balls were rolling through it, heavy and aching.
He was with a bright and proper boyfriend and girlfriend.
His relationship with her was nothing more than a fleeting affair.
She is not my girlfriend.
Rong Zhi's sharply defined face was inches away, his eyes incredibly deep. His black pupils held an endless river of darkness.
"Heh." Sang Yuwan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "Not a girlfriend, then a bed partner?"
Rong Zhi's eyes were deep and dark, seemingly longer than the night itself.
No, not exactly.
When Sang Yuwan saw his denial, a large sneer appeared on her lips, "No matter how arrogant Mingmei is, she wouldn't dare to call herself your girlfriend. Second Master, don't worry, I won't tell her about what happened seven days ago."
She turned her gaze to the center of the mourning hall.
In the portrait, Bo Xingzhi's lips were slightly upturned, carrying a faint smile. His clear, watery eyes seemed to hold a deep affection.
That handsome face, elegant yet dashing, gentle yet spirited.
To outsiders, he is outstanding, gentle and refined, and devoted in relationships.
She was almost flawless. Except for her…
Sang Yuwan felt a wave of nausea and vomiting whenever she thought about it.
She gritted her teeth and spat, "Pah!"
Rong Zhi frowned. "What's wrong?"
Sang Yuwan straightened her lips and said coldly, "Disgusting."
Rong Zhi looked up at her, his brows furrowing slightly. "Have the doctor come and take a look."
His tone was slightly urgent.
Sang Yuwan took it as a casual remark.
She smiled slightly as she looked at Bo Xingzhi's portrait. "He disgusts me."
Rong Zhi's brow relaxed slightly, and a deep, cold voice came from his thin lips, "A lover is not limited to men or women."
Sang Yuwan's pupils dilated, and the anger she had been suppressing burned fiercely within her. Her starry eyes were tinged with displeasure. "I never imagined that Second Master's thinking was so open-minded."
The rising intonation at the end of the note carried a strong sense of sarcasm.
A solemn, cold light flashed in Rong Zhi's eyes.
Sang Yuwan's eyes suddenly darkened, and she said softly, "Rong Zhi, between me and Gu Jingheng, who is the real wife of Master Bo?"
The mourning hall fell silent instantly.
A chilling, eerie wind seemed to be blowing from the bottom of the crystal coffin.
It was chilly and somewhat eerie.
The flame of the eternal lamp flickered, creating an eerie atmosphere.
Rong Zhi pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Is a formal title important?"
Sang Yuwan felt a stab to her heart, her eyes reddening with anger. She opened her mouth, but it felt like a hand was gripping her throat. Breathing became difficult. "Isn't it important?"
Rong Zhi knelt on the prayer mat, raised his eyes, and looked at her with solemn gaze, saying, "I understand."
Sang Yuwan was stunned for a moment.
His answer was somewhat baffling.
She couldn't understand.
Rong Zhi's dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, his thick eyelashes never blinking.
The atmosphere between the two gradually became subtle.
A few seconds later, Sang Yuwan's eyes flickered, and she blurted out, "Mingmei has been with countless men, don't you find it disgusting, Second Master?"
"I told you she's not my girlfriend." Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, as if a layer of dust had been sprinkled on them. His deep, black pupils were devoid of warmth.
Sang Yuwan just gave a self-deprecating laugh after hearing this, as expected...
Rong Zhi's eyelids twitched slightly upon seeing this; she probably didn't believe him.
"I've only ever had one woman."
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and a huge sense of crisis rose in her heart.
There is only one meaning...
She hurriedly looked away, preparing to walk over and sit down.
Rong Zhi's voice grew even colder, "Go and rest."
Sang Yuwan suppressed her panic, "If Second Master feels tired, he can get up."
The doors to the mourning hall were wide open, and a cold night wind blew through the air.
Achoo...
Sang Yuwan was dressed only in plain black clothes. A chill ran down her back, and she couldn't help but sneeze.
Seeing this, Rong Zhi subconsciously took off his black coat. He stopped after unbuttoning one button, saying, "I'll have someone bring you a coat."
“There’s no need to trouble you, Second Master,” Sang Yuwan coldly refused.
Rong Zhi's voice was low and deep, "As the head of the Bo family and the person in charge of the group, you cannot afford to make the slightest mistake."
Sang Yuwan stopped, her long eyelashes drooping, and said sarcastically, "Without this status, would Second Master still care about me?"
Rong Zhi's expression remained unchanged as he lowered his voice and said, "You have other identities."
Sang Yuwan was taken aback. "What?"
Rong Zhi said in a low voice, "Seven days ago, you and I, man and woman."
These words, like a sharp sword, pierced straight into Sang Yuwan's heart. Instantly, her blood rushed, and anger surged from her feet to the top of her head.
Exhaustion from the past few days, coupled with a surge of anger, caused her vision to go completely black, and her body fell straight backward.
"careful."
As a deep, cool voice softly sounded, she fell into a broad embrace.
The cool, indifferent air, tinged with the scent of incense, brushed past his nostrils and seeped into Sang Yuwan's lungs with each breath.
My heart is pounding wildly, as if some kind of emotion is brewing within me.
She quickly broke free, took two steps back, her chest heaving, her face flushed crimson.
Rong Zhi stood tall and elegant.
Dressed in black, he exudes a restrained and abstinent air, yet he is captivating and alluring.
His lowered gaze was deep, indifferent, and obscure.
Sang Yuwan's eyes flickered. She took a deep breath, raised her hand, and wanted to slap him.
Rong Zhi did not dodge, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly, "Be careful not to disturb the fetus."
Just kidding.
When the news reached Sang Yuwan's ears, it was particularly jarring.
She withdrew her hand, gritting her teeth, "Rong Zhi, don't try to use this to control me."
Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying it.
As the sun sets, his anger grows stronger, and his knuckles turn faintly white. A glimpse of Bo Xingzhi's portrait catches his eye, and the words that were about to come out of his mouth are swallowed back down.
Rong Zhi remained calm as he returned to the prayer mat and knelt down once more.
Sang Yuwan took two deep breaths and sat down a little behind him.
In my line of sight, I saw his straight back and full head. His hairline was clear and neat, extending elegantly along his ears and blending perfectly with the lines of his neck.
Simple yet not simplistic.
This man, though not a member of the Bo family by blood, possessed an innate noble air that far surpassed that of Bo Xingzhi.
What's even more infuriating is that he seems to be her nemesis, easily stirring up her emotions.
An uncontrollable relationship.
Sang Yuwan is absolutely not allowed.
and……
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