The man in black's expression also tightened. "That's right, it's her."
Rong Zhi's lips curled into a cold smile. "She really came back at the right time."
The man in black said, "Second Master, she didn't even come to mourn when Master Bo passed away. What could her purpose be in coming to Jiangcheng now?"
Rong Zhi withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyelids slightly, picked up a document and flipped through it. "What do you think?"
The man in black pondered for a few seconds, his tone somewhat uncertain, "She's probably just like the second and third wives, coveting the Bo family's wealth."
A glint flashed in Rong Zhi's eyes, gone in an instant. "She doesn't deserve it."
The man in black frowned. "Second Master, although she is an outsider, Ning Wanzhen treats her like her own daughter."
"No matter how close you are, you can't be as close as your own grandson." Rong Zhi's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he smiled, but it seemed like he wasn't smiling at all.
The man in black agreed with him, saying, "Second Master is right."
Rong Zhi quickly skimmed through the document, picked up a pen, and swished his name on it.
The two characters "Rong Zhi" are powerful and vigorous.
The man in black took the signed document away.
Rong Zhi took a sip of water and was about to send a message to Sang Yuwan. Unexpectedly, she received a phone call from her.
He raised an eyebrow, his expression warm. "Madam, haven't you rested yet?"
Sang Yuwan's tone was somewhat cold and sharp, "You let Mingmei go back to work?"
Rong Zhi stood up, leaned against the edge of the desk, and pinched the bridge of his nose, which was throbbing. "You didn't call me, so I assumed you tacitly approved of my suggestion."
Sang Yuwan's tone grew even colder, "Has the matter been cleaned up?"
Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes, a faint smile appearing in them. "Leave no trace."
Sang Yuwan questioned, "Are you sure?"
Rong Zhi replied, "Madam might as well call Mingmei and confirm it herself."
Sang Yuwan said coldly, "Since this matter has been handed over to Second Master, I will hold you responsible for any problems that arise in the future."
Rong Zhi pursed his cold lips slightly and responded softly, "Okay."
Sang Yuwan felt a jolt in her eardrums, as if an electric current had passed through her heart, causing a strange palpitation.
Seeing her silence, Rong Zhi slowly spoke again, "Ning Xin'er has come to Jiangcheng, did you know?"
Sang Yuwan's tone was somewhat heavy. "I know." After a slight pause, she added, "She came here and immediately tried to sow discord between me and the old lady. This cousin of Bo Xingzhi is really something."
"It seems that Madam has planted spies in the old mansion. Not bad," Rong Zhi said, raising an eyebrow.
Sang Yuwan's voice remained cold, "Given my current status, is it necessary to do this?"
Rong Zhi smiled and said, "That's true. Now that Madam is the head of the Bo family, anyone who makes any move in the Bo family will naturally report to you."
"Heh." Sang Yuwan let out a cold laugh.
Rong Zhi glanced at the time. "It's getting late. You should get some rest."
Sang Yuwan replied to him, "Hang up."
Rong Zhi smiled and said, "Good night."
"Beep beep beep..."
Sang Yuwan hung up the phone.
Rong Zhi slowly removed the phone from his ear, his smile deepening.
"It seems that she knows to be wary of Ning Xin'er without me having to remind her."
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The next day.
As soon as Sang Yuwan arrived at the Bo Group, she saw Ning Xin'er, who had been waiting for her for a long time.
"Sister-in-law." Ning Xin'er was wearing a white cashmere coat, and her long, straight black hair was smooth and shiny.
"Xin'er? When did you come to Jiangcheng?" Sang Yuwan asked politely, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Ning Xin'er seemed a little reserved, and also a little nervous, "The flight was delayed, and I didn't arrive until very late yesterday. I originally wanted to see you as soon as possible, but my aunt said it was too late and you were probably resting. So..."
Sang Yuwan didn't let her into the office, but instead pulled out a chair in the reception room and sat down.
Ning Xin'er sat down, inwardly resentful, but outwardly wearing a respectful smile. She handed over the gift bag she had brought.
"Sister-in-law, I don't know what you like or what to give you. Since you have to sign documents every day, I ordered a gold-plated pen from Pen & Ink Workshop for you. I hope you like it."
Although Sang Yuwan was disgusted, she remained polite on the surface, saying, "Thank you for your trouble.
Ning Xin'er sat with her legs together, looking stiff and awkward. "Sister-in-law, I moved into the Bo family home without your permission. You won't be angry, will you?"
Seeing her teasing tone, Sang Yuwan's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. "You're Xingzhi's cousin, I'd be more than happy to welcome you, why would I be angry? Do you really think I'm such a petty person?"
Ning Xin'er's heart tightened, and the muscles on her face twitched slightly. "Sister-in-law, that's not what I meant. Everyone knows what kind of person you are. What I meant was..."
Xian Si entered and said, "Chairman, it's time for the morning meeting."
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan said to Ning Xin'er, "Excuse me, I must leave."
Seeing the indifference in her eyes, Ning Xin'er's resentment deepened. "Sister-in-law, you're busy. I'm going back to keep my aunt company."
Sang Yuwan nodded slightly. "Okay."
Ning Xin'er couldn't sit still any longer, so she got up and left with a smile.
Sang Yuwan slowly stood up, glanced at the gift bag on the table, and said to Xian Si, "Check it carefully."
Xian Si asked doubtfully, "Is Madam worried about..."
Sang Yuwan's gaze was cold. "It's better to be cautious."
Xiansi responded, "Yes."
Ning Xin'er walked towards the elevator and was greeted by a tall and imposing figure.
Her pupils contracted, and her heart pounded wildly, feeling like it was about to leap out of her chest.
Rong Zhi had noticed her long ago, but he pretended not to see her.
Ning Xin'er suppressed her panic, stood still, and greeted, "Second Brother."
"Are you Ning Xin'er?" Rong Zhi's face was cold and his aura imposing.
Ning Xin'er felt a little frantic.
One or two people facing her were both putting on an act.
Sang Yuwan pretended not to know that she had arrived at the Bo family's residence the previous night. Rong Zhi pretended even more, acting as if he didn't recognize her.
Ning Xin'er took a deep breath, her fingers clenching tightly around her bag. "As expected, important people have bad memories. Second Brother doesn't even recognize me."
Rong Zhi lowered his eyes and stared at her for a moment. "They say a girl changes a lot as she grows up. We haven't seen each other for six years, so I really don't recognize you."
Ning Xin'er smiled and said, "Second brother is still so handsome, and he looks more and more like cousin."
Rong Zhi felt as if a thorn had been plunged into his heart, and a thin layer of frost covered his handsome face. "You really know how to talk."
Ning Xin'er blinked. "It seems that Second Master agrees with what I said."
Rong Zhi lowered his eyebrows slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips, "You must not say this to the old lady."
Ning Xin'er smiled slightly, "Second brother, don't worry. Although I'm immature, I still know my limits sometimes."
Rong Zhi gave a cold laugh. Then, he strode towards Sang Yuwan's office.
Ning Xin'er stood there, watching his retreating figure. Red and ruthlessness intertwined, surging in her eyes.
"Don't be so smug, hmph."
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