The man in black paused for a moment, then slowly stood up.
Shen Yilin's emotions are unpredictable and his thoughts are hard to fathom.
They rarely listen to other people's advice.
He acted impulsively just now.
"Young Master, I'll take care of it right away."
The man in black hurriedly left the villa.
Shen Yilin propped his legs up on the coffee table, striking a wicked and unruly pose. His deep-set face was half-hidden in shadow, revealing only his eyes that gleamed with a cold light.
A few minutes later, the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. "Ha."
Everyone advised him to stop. But he wouldn't.
From the moment he learned that his father, Shen Chongzhou, had abandoned him for Lan Xin, hatred began to grow in his heart.
He vowed to make them pay the price.
Unexpectedly, before he could grow up, Shen Chongzhou and Lan Xin passed away unexpectedly.
The hatred in my heart had nowhere to be diminished; instead, it grew deeper and deeper.
When he learned that they had another child, he became inexplicably excited.
The paranoid, twisted soul spiraled out of control.
He poured all his hatred into Sang Yuwan.
He was determined to ruin her in this lifetime.
Unexpectedly, when he began to take action, a powerful protector appeared by Sang Yuwan's side.
Whether it's Bo Yuanshan or Bo Xingzhi, their scheming and methods far surpass his.
Whether they discovered it by accident or had someone investigate, they knew he was going to make a move against Sang Yuwan.
Bo Yuanshan had warned him that if he dared to lay a hand on Sang Yuwan, he would immediately disappear from this world.
At that time, he had just turned 18.
Bo Yuanshan was in his prime, his strength at its peak, and he was no match for him.
Later, he found Bo Yuheng and Bo Hanshan, who were eager to seize power.
The three conspired to switch Bo Yuanshan's anti-stress medication.
After Bo Yuanshan died, they began poisoning Bo Xingzhi.
After eliminating the two obstacles, Shen Yilin began to devise a plan of how to deal with Sang Yuwan.
Unexpectedly, a surprise attack came out of nowhere.
Rong Zhi, who had disappeared for six years, suddenly reappeared.
This person is even more difficult to deal with than Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi.
More importantly, his defense of Sang Yuwan was without scheming or conspiracy.
Shen Yilin narrowed his eyes. His eyes became deep and dark, like two bottomless wells, devouring all the light and hope around him.
"In my twilight years, Rong Zhi, I hope you will appreciate this generous gift."
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Ming family.
White wreaths were hung on the eaves of the four corners of the corridor.
Inside the mourning hall, the light was soft and dim, with several eternal lamps burning day and night, their faint yet resolute light shining brightly.
A faint scent of incense filled the air.
Dressed in black, Sang Yuwan looked at Ming Xiao's black and white portrait, her eyes reddening and tears welling up.
Mingzhan walked to her side and draped a black wool shawl over her shoulders. "Wan'er, go sit over there."
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips. "Second brother, do you think God is really fair?"
Ming Zhan's fingers curled slightly, his eyes showing a hint of loneliness. "There has never been absolute fairness in this world."
Sang Yuwan smiled faintly, "Yes, this world is inherently unfair. Bad people live for a thousand years, while someone as good as my brother..."
Mingzhan was exhausted and sorrowful, his eyes red-rimmed. "Wan'er, the deceased is gone. Don't think about such things."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a servant hurried over.
"Second Young Master, a stranger has come to offer condolences. What do you think?"
Ming Zhan was taken aback. "A stranger?"
The servant replied, "It was a middle-aged woman who looked sickly."
Mingzhan frowned upon hearing this. "Since you don't know him, find an excuse to get rid of him."
Sang Yuwan interjected, "Did she say what her name was?"
The servant said uneasily, "She didn't say."
Ming Zhan's brow furrowed deeply. "Sent them away."
"Yes," the servant replied, then immediately turned and left.
Ming Zhan composed himself and said gently, "Wan'er, let me help you sit over there."
Sang Yu nodded late.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a little panicked, as if something bad was about to happen.
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