Just as Rong Zhi was about to speak, a dozen or so men in black entered the mourning hall, lined up in two rows, and separated the crowd.
A passageway was cleared in the middle of the hall.
The sound of sharp footsteps followed, and several middle-aged men in black suits walked in.
The one in the lead was imposing and dignified.
Sang Yuwan recognized him and was shocked.
He was none other than Wu Yanqing, a prominent figure in Jiangcheng's political circles.
The day after Bo Xingzhi's death, he sent a wreath through his secretary as a gesture of condolence.
Logically speaking, this already shows the Bo family enough respect.
Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she turned to ask Xian Si, "Why is Mayor Wu here?"
Xian Si looked puzzled. "That's strange, his name isn't on the guest list for the funeral?"
Sang Yuwan was taken aback when Wu Yanqing walked up to her. With a solemn expression, he reached out his hand to her, "Madam Bo, please accept my condolences."
"Thank you for your concern." Sang Yuwan shook hands with him politely.
Wu Yanqing turned around and said to Rong Zhi, "Young Master Rong, please accept my condolences."
Sang Yuwan was slightly taken aback.
Wu Yanqing's attitude towards Rong Zhi was genuinely respectful.
What's even more puzzling is that he addresses Rong Zhi as "Young Master Rong" instead of "Second Master".
His surname is Rong.
The one in the capital also has the surname Rong.
Sang Yuwan seemed to have thought of something, and her fingers curled up.
Rong Zhi looked at Wu Yanqing, his eyes clear and bright, "It is an honor for him and for the Bo family that you can help carry my brother's coffin."
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat.
Although the Bo family is the most prominent family in Jiangcheng, their social status is far inferior to that of Wu Yanqing. What virtue or ability did Bo Xingzhi possess to have political figures carry his coffin?
Rong Zhi's "respect" for Bo Xingzhi was truly extraordinary.
Their relationship is far more complex than simply being "brothers".
As Sang Yuwan's thoughts were in turmoil, the people behind Wu Yanqing came over one by one to shake her hand and express their condolences.
"Madam Bo, please accept my condolences."
They were all highly respected figures in Jiangcheng, and it goes without saying that Rong Zhi had invited them to help carry Bo Xingzhi's coffin.
As a result, the number of pallbearers increased from the previously arranged six to twelve.
The subsequent etiquette and protocol were also raised to a higher level.
7:48.
The formal funeral is held.
After all the ceremonies, Bo Xingzhi's body was moved from the crystal coffin to the sandalwood coffin.
Ning Wanzhen fainted from crying again.
Just as the sacrificial personnel were about to hand Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet to Sang Yuwan, Madam Bo suddenly spoke.
"According to the rules, this memorial tablet should be held by a younger generation. Xingzhi doesn't have any children yet, so it would be better to let Junxian do it."
Junxian, whom Madam Bo mentioned, is Bo Yuheng's grandson, who has just turned one year old.
Sang Yuwan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
This Bo Yuheng really has a clever plan.
By presenting the memorial tablet, Bo Junxian essentially became an adopted son of Bo Xingzhi.
In this way, he would have the right to inherit everything from Bo Xingzhi.
Yesterday, he didn't compete or fight; it turns out he had this plan all along.
However, what Madam Bo said was not without reason. There had never been a precedent in the Bo family for a "widow" to carry the coffin for the head of the family.
The priests supporting the memorial tablet looked at Sang Yuwan, unsure of what to do.
Before Sang Yuwan could speak, Rong Zhi interrupted sharply, "Who said my elder brother doesn't have children?"
Madam Bo's expression froze for a moment, and after a half-second of silence, she mustered her courage to speak, "Hasn't it been born yet?"
Rong Zhi glanced sideways, looking down at Bo Yuheng with disdain. His sharp, knife-like gaze instantly pierced through the other's deepest secrets.
"Since he's not born yet, his mother should take over. What do you think, Second Uncle?"
"This?" Bo Yuheng hesitated, looking very troubled.
“That’s ridiculous. The memorial tablet for Xingzhi should be held by the younger generation.” Bo Hanshan suddenly spoke up, his voice as agitated as a volcano about to erupt.
Rong Zhi's breathing became heavy. He forced a smile and said coldly, "Third Uncle, she is not only the mother of the child, but also the head of the Bo family. Isn't that enough?"
Bo Hanshan choked and shivered.
Rong Zhi lowered his brows, exuding a dangerous aura. "Third Uncle, if you continue to cause trouble and disrupt the funeral, my eldest brother will definitely not forgive you."
Bo Hanshan glanced at the sandalwood coffin, and his calves trembled.
He had always been terrified of Bo Xingzhi, and was also somewhat superstitious, so Rong Zhi's words made him uneasy. He hesitated for half a second, then stepped aside, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.
Rong Zhi looked at everyone and said slowly and deliberately, "The funeral will be held."
The sacrificial personnel handed Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet to Sang Yuwan.
Rong Zhi picked up Bo Xingzhi's portrait.
Xiansi came over and supported Sang Yuwan's arm.
The mournful music played softly, like the wind lingering in the night sky.
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One by one, the luxury cars lined up in the cemetery parking lot drove away, bringing this grand funeral to a perfect close.
Just as Sang Yuwan was about to get into the car, Minglang suddenly jumped out of the driver's seat.
"Madam, there's a problem with the car."
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan frowned slightly. "Is it serious?"
Minglang was filled with anxiety, "It won't start."
Sang Yuwan's heart sank.
This car was an engagement gift from Bo Xingzhi to her.
It has been open for four years without any problems.
Besides, it was perfectly fine when I came over.
If it suddenly breaks down, someone must have tampered with it.
Who would dare to attack her car in broad daylight?
Xiansi interjected, "Madam, I'll arrange for a car to come right away."
As Sang Yuwan hesitated, a car horn honked behind her.
Minglang turned around, startled, "Second Master?"
Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, looking somewhat tired.
The black Rolls-Royce quickly pulled up in front of her, and the driver slammed on the brakes.
The rear door opened from the inside, revealing shiny black leather shoes.
"What's wrong?"
As a cold, magnetic voice reached her ears, Rong Zhi, dressed in black, stood before Sang Yuwan.
"The car has been tampered with."
Sang Yuwan looked up at Rong Zhi, a contemptuous sneer appearing in her eyes.
Rong Zhi turned his head and glanced at her black Bentley, a cold, sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
Sang Yuwan remained calm. "It's alright, it's about time to change it anyway."
The sky suddenly turned unusually gloomy, and the thick clouds seemed to bear an immense weight, slowly pressing down on the earth.
A heavy rain is coming.
Rong Zhi looked at her and said calmly, "If you don't mind, take my car back."
Sang Yuwan's lips curved into a smile. "The train has already been moved."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind arose. Large raindrops began to fall without warning.
Sang Yuwan, dressed in thin clothes, couldn't withstand the biting cold and coughed twice.
Rong Zhi's eyes darkened slightly. "Get in the car."
Two simple words, yet they sound like a command. Powerful and unyielding.
Sang Yuwan straightened her back and smiled, "Second Master, take care."
A polite refusal.
Seeing this, Rong Zhi took half a step forward, getting closer to her. His voice was so low that only she could hear it, "I don't mind carrying you into the car."
This statement is even more irrefutable than the previous one.
Although the guests had left, some members of the Bo family and their servants remained.
Although Sang Yuwan had only known Rong Zhi for a short time, she had a general understanding of his personality.
Cunning, domineering, and deeply calculating.
Several tribesmen secretly glanced in their direction.
The widowed sister-in-law and the single brother-in-law standing together have become a topic of conversation over tea and after meals.
Moreover, it was the Bo family, who had lived in the most prominent place in Jiangcheng for generations.
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