In front of the servants, Rong Zhi spoke respectfully, "Master."
Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened slightly. "You're back from your business trip?"
Rong Zhi pursed his lips. "Just arrived."
Sang Yuwan said nothing more and continued walking.
The two brushed past each other.
My hand touched it almost imperceptibly.
Sang Yuwan's heart rippled slightly in the evening, but her face remained calm and undisturbed.
Rong Zhi's gaze was deep and dark, his ink-black pupils like a deep, dark pool.
Sang Yuwan went to the main house, followed by Minglang and the old house steward.
"Has Ning Xin'er caused any trouble lately?" Sang Yuwan asked the steward.
The steward bowed slightly and replied, "She's been quite quiet lately. She spends her days taking walks with the old lady and arranging flowers. Oh, and she even accompanied the old lady to the mall twice."
Sang Yuwan frowned. "Is there anything unusual?"
The steward said nervously, "I didn't notice."
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's lips tightened.
Minglang interjected, "Madam, instead of being wary, it would be better to just let her go."
Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed, and she coldly rebuked, "You are not allowed to say such things again. No matter what, she is still a guest of the Bo family."
Minglang took a deep breath. "Yes."
The steward lowered his head even further.
The three arrived at the main house. Sangyu went upstairs to her room that evening.
The main gate was fitted with a combination lock, and no servants could enter without her permission.
The place was locked for as long as she stayed at Qinghe Garden.
As soon as the door opened, a rush of air rushed out, carrying a faint, lingering smell of something that had been sealed off for a long time.
Minglang frowned. "Madam, let me go in and clean up first, then you can go in."
Sang Yuwan did not heed her advice and went straight inside.
Minglang didn't close the door, but quickly went inside and opened the window.
The suite actually has a fresh air system, so the air quality is quite good; it just lacks human warmth.
Sang Yuwan sat down on the sofa, took out her phone, and checked her emails.
There were far fewer emails over the weekend.
The top one was sent by the finance director.
Financial Audit Report Regarding Jiangcheng Welfare Home
Sang Yuwan saw the dense data and then opened her notebook.
Log in simultaneously.
It's much more comfortable to view now.
Sang Yuwan examined each item one by one, her starry eyes unblinking.
As she suspected, the welfare home's expenses were seriously problematic.
In addition to the annual donation of ten million yuan from the Bo family, there are also monthly donations from other charitable enterprises.
The welfare home's monthly expenses, at most, do not exceed 500,000 yuan.
In this way, there should still be a considerable amount left in the account.
Sang Yuwan frowned as she looked at the final balance data.
Minglang poured her a glass of water and brought her some fruit and nuts.
"Madam, what's wrong?"
Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted, a glint flashing in her eyes. "Have Second Master come up here."
Minglang paused for a moment, then whispered a reminder, "Madam, there are too many people around, and besides, the Old Madam..."
Sang Yuwan's eyes turned cold. "If I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"
Minglang took a deep breath and looked at her with a worried expression. "I just don't want Madam to be misunderstood."
Sang Yuwan said, word by word, "Being afraid of this and that, you can't do anything."
Minglang said with worry, "I'll call Second Master over right now."
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips.
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Inside the ancestral hall.
Rong Zhi walked in, and Ning Wanzhen and Ning Xin'er turned their heads at the same time.
"Second Brother." Ning Xin'er sniffed and greeted him obediently.
Rong Zhi glanced at her disdainfully but said nothing.
His attitude was exactly the same as Sang Yuwan's.
Ning Xin'er clenched her fingers in anger, leaving a row of fine teeth marks on her bright red lips.
Ning Wanzhen's pupils contracted, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Looking at Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet, her internal organs clenched again. A heart-wrenching pain quickly spread throughout her body.
Rong Zhi lit the incense and bowed three times respectfully to Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet.
Ning Wanzhen watched his retreating figure, feeling both heartache and a hint of hatred.
She couldn't understand why Bo Yuanshan adopted Rong Zhi to protect Bo Xingzhi from disaster, yet Bo Xingzhi was the one who ended up dying.
The more Ning Wanzhen thought about it, the more her heart ached, and her hatred deepened.
She opened her mouth, about to curse again, when Rong Zhi suddenly turned around.
He saw the hatred in her eyes and spoke calmly, "Mother, do you have something to say to me?"
Ning Wanzhen's eyes were red and swollen, filled with pain and resentment. "You..."
Almost simultaneously, Rong Zhi spoke again, "I have something to tell you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his gaze and gave Ning Xin'er a cold look. "You can leave now."
Ning Xin'er was taken aback.
Ning Wanzhen didn't know what he was going to do. Her heart suddenly tightened, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Xin'er is not an outsider, there's no need to avoid us."
Rong Zhi's gaze darkened slightly, and he said, slowly and deliberately, "It concerns my elder brother."
Ning Wanzhen's swollen eyelids twitched violently, her heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose within her.
A glint flashed in Ning Xin'er's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. She really wanted to stay and hear what was going on. But she said, "Auntie, I think it's better if I go out."
She then said to Rong Zhi, "Second Brother, Aunt is not feeling well, please speak to her properly."
Rong Zhi said coldly, "Get out."
Ning Xin'er felt a chill run down her spine and turned away in a panic.
Ning Wanzhen was about to stop him when Rong Zhi said in a low voice, "Mother, what I'm about to tell you is very important."
Ning Wanzhen's breath caught in her throat, as if a huge rock was pressing on her heart, and she couldn't speak.
Ning Xin'er bit her lip and walked out. She stopped at the door, intending to eavesdrop.
The man in black came over and immediately closed the ancestral hall door.
"Miss Ning, don't blame me for not warning you, you'd better get out of here quickly."
Ning Xin'er glared at him fiercely, gritting her teeth, "Who do you think you are?"
The man in black sneered and ignored her.
Ning Xin'er glanced at the tightly closed door and left angrily.
The man in black stood guard at the door.
Seeing the door close, Ning Wanzhen's taut fingers turned white. "What exactly do you want to say?"
Rong Zhi paced back and forth to Bo Yuanshan's memorial tablet, his expression calm. "Mother, there's something Father has kept from you for many years, do you know that?"
Ning Wanzhen shuddered involuntarily, her hands trembling uncontrollably. "Rong Zhi, you really are a scoundrel. Yuanshan has been dead for so many years, and you still come to sow discord between me and him."
Rong Zhi's pupils contracted, his expression turning cold and grim. "Do I need to sow discord?"
Ning Wanzhen said angrily, "Speak quickly if you have something to say."
A chilly gust of wind suddenly appeared from nowhere.
The scarlet incense burned even brighter.
Rong Zhi stared at Bo Yuanshan's memorial tablet and slowly spoke, "My elder brother is not your son. He is..."
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