Bo Xinglan's panicked eyes held a painful struggle.
Sang Yuwan looked at her and said, "Sixth Sister, you are no longer a child. You should have your own sense of right and wrong, and you should have your own opinions."
Bo Xinglan pursed her lips, her gaze gradually clearing. "Sister-in-law, I understand."
Sang Yuwan smiled at her, "It's getting late, go back and rest."
Bo Xinglan nodded.
Sang Yuwan watched her departing figure, her gaze darkening.
Bo Hanshan and Fang Yi were both ambitious, yet they raised such a weak-willed daughter.
If only Bo Xinglan had the same cunning as Ning Xin'er.
Sang Yuwan's expression tightened, and she called Minglang in.
"Have you investigated the matter regarding the photos?"
“Madam, this was indeed done by Bo Yuheng,” Minglang affirmed.
Sang Yuwan seemed somewhat incredulous, "Was Ning Xin'er involved?"
Minglang denied it, saying, "No."
Sang Yuwan frowned, feeling that this matter was inextricably linked to Ning Xiner.
Minglang asked doubtfully, "Does Madam suspect her?"
A chill crept into Sang Yuwan's eyes. "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."
Minglang was taken aback. "Madam, how about I take some men and kick her out of the Bo family right now?"
Sang Yuwan sneered, "I'd like to see what kind of trouble she can stir up right under my nose."
Minglang lowered his head. "Madam, I will definitely have someone keep a close eye on her."
Sang Yuwan was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Has the Second Young Master arrived home yet?"
Minglang glanced at his watch. "We should be here soon."
Sang Yuwan breathed slowly, her expression helpless. "I originally wanted to go back to the Ming family to celebrate Uncle Ming's birthday, but Aunt Jiang said I have to stay in the hospital for the next few days and can't go anywhere."
Minglang comforted her, "The master will understand. Besides, birthdays come every year."
Sang Yuwan's expression was solemn. "This is my sixtieth birthday celebration, and it's the only one I'll ever do."
Minglang said, "There's nothing we can do about it."
Sang Yuwan felt a slight pang in her heart, but after a moment, she said, "When the time comes, you and Xiansi will take the invitations and go back together."
Minglang paused for a moment, then replied, "Okay."
Sang Yuwan's words, "Go back," are enough to show that she has already regarded the Ming family as her maternal home.
Aunt Qiu came out of the small kitchen, carrying a small tray with several snacks and a glass of juice.
Minglang communicated with her in sign language for a few moments, then left.
At this moment, Sang Yuwan's mood was somewhat complicated, with many things weighing on her mind.
She looked at the macaron-colored pastries on the plate, her eyes lit up, and she felt a sudden sense of relief.
Food really can heal everything.
Aunt Qiu's cooking skills are truly exceptional; there's not a single dish that Sang Yuwan doesn't love.
Before she knew it, she had eaten three small snacks.
I was halfway through my juice when Xuansi pushed the door open and came in.
"Madam, the list of names for Rong Sheng's funeral arrangements has been released."
Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed, and she quickly put down her glass and took the documents handed to her.
The Rong family is a prominent and powerful family in the capital, with two generations of their ancestors holding great power.
Rong Sheng stood at the pinnacle of power.
It's unclear whether he genuinely has no children or has deliberately concealed information about his offspring.
The only descendant who has appeared in the public eye is his nephew, Rong Moyuan.
Sang Yuwan immediately spotted Rong Moyuan's name on the list of those to be buried.
There were a few other people who were familiar to me.
They are all high-ranking figures in the powerful and influential circles of Beijing.
Sang Yuwan's gaze finally settled on the last name.
Rong Zhi.
Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted, and her heart skipped a beat.
"He really is a member of the Rong family."
Xian Si looked nervous. "No wonder we couldn't find any information about Second Master before."
Sang Yuwan's fingers tightened inch by inch, and the list was clenched into a ball.
Xiansi continued, "Madam, what's next..."
Sang Yuwan got up and stood by the window. The warm sunlight shone through the window and fell on her, as if she were being gilded with a layer of fine golden light.
Xiansi wrung her hands, held her breath, and stood quietly behind her.
Sang Yuwan pondered for a few seconds and made a decision, "Find out where Grandpa Rong's funeral is being held, and then send a wreath."
“Yes, Madam.” Xiansi then asked, “Should we send someone to offer condolences in person?”
"No need." Sang Yuwan's eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a dark shadow on her eyelids.
Strings immediately took action.
Sang Yuwan stood alone by the window for a full ten minutes before the raging storm in her heart slowly subsided.
"My surname is Rong and my given name is Zhi. Call me Rong Zhi."
That day in front of Bo Xingzhi's mourning hall, Rong Zhi corrected her way of addressing him for the first time.
Unexpectedly, he really was a member of the Rong family.
However, given the Rong family's noble status, why would they allow Bo Yuanshan to be adopted as their son?
Even if Rong Zhi gets lost by accident, with the Rong family's capabilities, they can find him very quickly.
Rong Zhi entered the Bo family at the age of four and lived there until he was twenty-six.
He lived in the Bo family for a full twenty-two years.
It's impossible for the Rong family not to have found him after such a long time.
Or perhaps the Rong family has already found him, but he is unwilling to go back.
Why didn't Rong Zhi want to go back? He knew perfectly well that Bo Yuanshan adopted him so that he could become Bo Xingzhi's substitute.
For a time, these problems were like a tangled ball of yarn, impossible to untangle.
Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes and slowly unfolded the funeral list that had been clutched in a ball.
As she looked at the last name in the list, her heart sank.
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At noon, Jiang Wu came over to have lunch with Sang Yuwan, and the two talked about the birth certificate that was suspected to belong to Bo Xingzhi.
"Wanwan, do you know Mr. Bo's blood type?"
Sang Yuwan paused for a moment, then thought for a moment, "I think it's type A? I can't quite remember."
"Type A blood?" Dr. Jiang frowned slightly. "Think about it again."
Sang Yuwan bit her lip and narrowed her eyes. "Over the years, I've rarely accompanied him to the hospital. So, I'm not entirely sure."
Dr. Jiang reminded her, "The Bo Group conducts annual physical examinations, so they should be able to find relevant information."
Sang Yuwan's brow twitched heavily. "Aunt Jiang, I'll have someone investigate right away."
Dr. Jiang frowned and lowered her voice, "This matter must not be made public. After all, we don't have direct evidence right now. If our suspicions are wrong, Ning Wanzhen will misunderstand you even more."
"Aunt Jiang, don't worry. I know what I'm doing." Sang Yuwan's lips curved slightly upward.
Jiang Wu added, "Wanwan, I'm starting to wonder if Bo Yuanshan is using you because he's so good to you."
Sang Yuwan felt as if a long needle had pricked her heart, causing a slight spasm. She took a deep breath, a bitter smile playing on her lips.
What do I have that's useful to me?
Jiang Wu said, "I also find it unbelievable."
Sang Yuwan took a couple of sips of water to moisten her throat. "Aunt Jiang, it's not just you; I find it a bit unbelievable myself. Why does Bo Yuanshan trust me so much?"
Jiang Wu said, "He has seen countless people, so naturally he saw your strengths."
Sang Yuwan frowned slightly. "There are plenty of people more outstanding than me. Could it be because he saved me?"
Jiang Wu paused for a few seconds, her expression grave. "Perhaps that's the reason. He saved your life. He has a debt of gratitude to you. Therefore, he believes that no matter what happens, you will not betray him, betray the Bo family, or betray the Bo clan."
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