Sang Yuwan frowned deeply. "Let me think about it some more. You can go back now."
"Mm." Lan Xiya nodded and then stood up.
Sang Yuwan didn't stand up to see her off, but simply said, "Auntie, don't quarrel with Uncle Ming anymore."
Lan Xiya gave an awkward laugh and replied, "I understand."
Sang Yuwan pulled a thin blanket over herself and closed her eyes slightly.
Seeing this, Lan Xiya dared not say anything more and quietly went downstairs.
Sang Yuwan felt a surge of emotions, her breathing heavy and stinging.
Mingmei first distributed wedding candies on set, spreading rumors that she would soon officially announce her relationship. Then she informed the Ming family that she was getting married soon.
Although her actions were absurd, this was no joke to her.
If she didn't actually have someone to marry, she wouldn't have been so arrogant as to call Mingyu.
Could it be that she and Rong Zhi are really about to get married?
"Heh. Rong Zhi..." Sang Yuwan sneered, gritting her teeth, "Men's words are all lies."
The words Rong Zhi had once said to her were like cold arrows, piercing her heart with a sharp swiftness.
The pain quickly spread to her limbs and bones, her brows furrowed more and more, and her lips gradually turned pale.
This feeling is different from the grief of losing parents. Nor is it like the anger and indignation when Bo Xingzhi died.
It is a complex, indescribable pain, interwoven with various emotions.
Sang Yuwan gripped the pillow tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white inch by inch.
Her brows furrowed, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was no longer as bright as before, but was veiled with a faint melancholy.
She stared at the television in front of her, seemingly searching for some answer, or perhaps simply escaping the reality before her.
When Minglang came up and saw this, he was startled. "Madam, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital right away!"
He was extremely panicked.
Sang Yuwan slowly opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine." After a pause, she added, "My aunt is gone."
Minglang looked worried. "Madam has gone back. Madam, why don't you go to the hospital? Or should I call Dr. Jiang and ask her to come over again?"
Sang Yuwan frowned slightly and gave him a cold glance. "I already said it's nothing."
Minglang immediately lowered his head. "Madam, you must tell me what's on your mind."
Sang Yuwan straightened her back and her expression turned serious. "Where did Second Master go after he left here?"
Minglang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "I was just about to tell you. Second Master went to Tanxi Township in the south of the city."
Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened instantly, her tone becoming even lower, "He went to see Bo Qingmei?"
Minglang nodded. "Yes. It's confirmed that Bo Qingmei lives in Mingyue Village, Tanxi Township. Living with her is a former servant of the Bo family named Xiao Sheng."
Sang Yuwan frowned, a mocking smile appearing in her eyes. "She's lived under Bo Yuanshan's nose for so many years, and he was completely unaware. She's really something."
Minglang said, "That servant named Xiao Sheng was sent by Bo Yuanshan to monitor her. Unexpectedly, after living together for a long time, Xiao Sheng sided with her."
Sang Yuwan sneered, "Bo Yuanshan and Bo Qingmei are not adversaries; they are on the same side."
Minglang was puzzled. "What does Madam mean..."
Sang Yuwan slowly began to speak, “They have a son, and they meticulously planned and schemed for this illegitimate child.”
Minglang took a deep breath, a hint of indignation in his eyes. "I never expected that Patriarch Bo would be this kind of person."
Sang Yuwan narrowed her eyes, her gaze darkening, and asked again, "How long did Second Master stay there?"
Minglang replied, "It only took the time it takes to eat a meal." Finally, he added, "After leaving there, Second Master flew directly to the capital."
"Rong Zhi went to the capital?" Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched heavily.
Minglang confirmed, "Yes, our people saw him board the plane with their own eyes."
Sang Yuwan raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile appearing on her lips. "Mingmei just said she was getting married, and he went to the capital right after. Interesting."
Minglang felt a sharp pain in his temple, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he exclaimed, "Fourth Miss is getting married?"
Sang Yuwan sneered, "Send someone to keep an eye on her, and report any suspicious activity immediately."
"Yes." Minglang lowered his head.
Sang Yuwan said, "Go down."
Minglang frowned and turned to leave.
Just as Sang Yuwan was about to get up, her phone beeped.
I picked it up and saw that someone had sent me a WeChat message.
"I'm going to the capital. I'll be back tomorrow. You can rest assured."
It was sent by Rong Zhi.
A cold smile appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips, and a flash of cold light crossed her eyes, disappearing in an instant.
What does he mean by that?
Do I need to report my travel plans?
Even though she was his direct supervisor, he didn't need to report his itinerary on his days off.
Sang Yu pretended not to see it and exited the WeChat interface directly.
Buzz—
A tingling sensation in my palm.
She assumed it was Rong Zhi calling, "Two..."
"Wan'er, come to the hospital quickly, your brother is dying..."
The caller wasn't Rong Zhi, but Ming Zhan.
Sang Yuwan had never seen him so flustered.
Even six years ago, when something like that happened, he had never been this panicked.
Sang Yuwan felt as if a large hand had gripped her heart tightly, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her face turned deathly pale.
"Second brother, you're not joking with me..."
“Wan’er, I’m really not joking with you. My brother’s condition has suddenly worsened. He’s been taken into the operating room for emergency treatment. The doctor said he might not make it out…” Mingzhan’s voice trembled, and he even started to cry.
Sang Yuwan was terrified. Her eyes suddenly reddened, and a sour feeling welled up in her throat, leaving her speechless.
She hung up the phone immediately, then took her phone and walked to the elevator.
In the elevator, she notified Minglang.
Less than five minutes.
The black Bentley sped out of the garage and headed towards Lingtian Hospital.
Arrived at the hospital.
She saw Mingzhan pacing back and forth outside the operating room, looking helpless.
"Second Brother."
Ming Zhan paused, took a couple of breaths, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wan'er, you've come..."
Sang Yuwan suppressed her emotions, clenched her fingers, and walked heavily to his side. "Don't panic, your brother will be alright."
Mingzhan's eyes were red, and his eyelashes were a little wet. "This situation is really serious."
Sang Yuwan bit her lip and whispered, "Big brother was doing well a while ago, how could his condition suddenly worsen?"
Mingzhan shook his head and said painfully, "I don't know." Then, he blamed himself, "It's all my fault. I've been busy studying these days and haven't gone to see him."
Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she asked, "Could it be related to Mingmei?"
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