Buzz—
The sound of the phone vibrating amplified infinitely in the quiet space, making the surrounding air tremble slightly.
Rong Zhi took out his phone, glanced at it, and hung up immediately.
He didn't answer the call three times in a row, but he also didn't block the other party.
Sang Yuwan watched indifferently, a cold smile playing on her lips.
"Second Master, should I leave?"
Rong Zhi frowned slightly and replied in a low voice, "No need."
His voice, tinged with the scent of incense, was slightly hoarse.
Sang Yuwan leaned back, her eyelids gradually grew heavy, and she fell asleep in no time.
I woke up at 5:30 a.m.
The soft morning light filtered into the mourning hall, making the lamplight much gentler.
Rong Zhi remained kneeling on the prayer mat, his eyes slightly closed, his profile sharp and distinct.
Further down, a long, slender neck, a prominent Adam's apple...
For some reason, images from that night flooded Sang Yuwan's mind. Her heart pounded faster and faster, her ears burned, and her fair face flushed crimson.
Perhaps it was because I was in Bo Xingzhi's mourning hall that I felt like I had been caught in the act of adultery.
She pursed her lips, moved around a little, and got up.
The black plain clothes slipped off her body.
Upon closer inspection, it was Rong Zhi's outermost coat.
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and her body stiffened for a moment.
Then, his heart raced and his gaze deepened.
She bent down and picked up the coat. Walking up to Rong Zhi, she handed it to him, pursing her lips slightly, "Here you go."
Rong Zhi looked up and reached out to take it.
Their fingers touched almost imperceptibly.
Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she felt inexplicably panicked, so she quickly withdrew her hand.
Rong Zhi remained calm, seemingly unaware of anything.
He took the clothes and put them back on.
A faint, cool fragrance wafted from the clothes.
The flavor that belongs only to her.
Rong Zhi curled the corners of his lips slightly.
Sang Yuwan straightened her clothes and then checked the ever-burning lamp under the crystal coffin.
When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out.
The high priest said that once the eternal lamp goes out, Bo Xingzhi will not be able to reincarnate and will only be a wandering ghost.
In the past few days, Sang Yuwan had also thought about turning off the lights and letting his soul wander.
On second thought, I decided to let him reincarnate so he could be with Gu Jingheng in his next life.
After all, although they were not husband and wife, he had been a great help to her in her career.
She owes part of her success to him.
"Madam." Xian Si hurried in, a fine layer of sweat beading on her forehead.
Sang Yuwan took the phone.
He lowered his eyes.
Gossip news flashed before my eyes.
"The former head of the Bo family passed away unexpectedly, and his rumored girlfriend made a low-key appearance at the funeral."
Image included:
A slender woman, wearing a black coat and sunglasses, walked into the Bo family's gate.
Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted slightly, her eyes radiating coldness. "Bright. Ha."
Just as the monk entered, Rong Zhi immediately stood up.
The mourning hall, which had been quiet all night, became noisy once again.
Xian Si lowered her voice, "Madam, I've investigated. The paparazzi who took the photos were hired by Miss Ming herself. She also released the information herself."
Sang Yuwan glanced at Rong Zhi and walked out of the mourning hall. "She really doesn't care about our Second Master's feelings at all, all for the sake of publicity."
Xian Si also found it unbelievable. "Logically speaking, Miss Ming Si wouldn't need to do this. If she really wanted to gain attention, wouldn't it have been better to just expose her relationship with Second Master directly?"
Sang Yuwan sneered, "She did this on purpose just to disgust me."
Xian Si was startled, then suddenly realized.
Sang Yuwan continued forward, "Take down 'New Language' as soon as possible."
"Yes." Xian Si followed her. "Should I try to suppress the trending topic about Miss Ming Si?"
Sang Yuwan said calmly, "If Second Master isn't in a hurry, why should I be?"
Xian Si said, "I'm afraid that if this drags on, it will damage your reputation."
Sang Yuwan's lips curled into a faint smile. "My reputation has long been ruined by Bo Xingzhi."
Xian Si's heart tightened, and she dared not utter another sound.
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Sang Yu returned to her room that evening and ate something.
Afterwards, I quickly washed up and put on some light makeup.
Her long hair was tied up with a peach wood hairpin, giving her a cold and noble air.
He was still dressed in plain black clothes, exuding an indifference that kept people at a distance.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze growing colder and colder.
After Bo Xingzhi passed away, he took on several new roles.
The head of the Bo family.
The person in charge of the Bo Group.
And then there are newly widowed women who have lost their husbands.
The last one filled her with shame and resentment.
If Bo Xingzhi is sexually normal and truly loves her, she could accept this relationship even if they only lived together for three days.
She will never forgive his deception and exploitation.
For the sake of the Bo family and the "Bo Group," allowing him a dignified burial was already the limit of Sang Yuwan's patience.
She took two deep breaths, composed herself, and went downstairs to the mourning hall.
There was still half an hour before the official funeral of Bo Xingzhi.
The mourning hall was already full of people.
Ning Wanzhen's heart-wrenching cries brought tears to the eyes of many.
Sang Yuwan offered a few words of comfort, her eyes gradually reddening.
It wasn't because of sadness, but because of hatred that had been bottled up for too long.
Madam Bo came over, leaning on her cane. She wailed twice, then fell silent. After all, he wasn't her own grandson, and she had no real affection for him; she simply couldn't bring herself to cry.
People from the second and third wives' families came over.
Even Bo Yuheng's grandson, who had just turned one year old, was dressed in mourning clothes.
Whether they come or not, Sang Yuwan doesn't care at all.
In any case, the position of head of the Bo family has not fallen into the hands of others; it remains in the hands of the eldest branch.
She has fulfilled half of her promise to Bo Yuanshan.
Unbeknownst to outsiders, Bo Xingzhi did not register their marriage.
This secret will be laid to rest along with the dead.
She has been, is, and will be the undisputed wife of the Bo family.
Xian Si bypassed the crowd, walked to Sang Yuwan's side, and whispered in her ear, "Madam, Miss Ming just posted a Weibo post."
"What did you say?" Sang Yuwan asked calmly, her features serene and refined.
"Look," Xian Si replied.
Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes and glanced at her phone screen.
"What I missed wasn't the opportunity, but rather an inexplicable hesitation. How could I not regret it?"
Image included:
A black and white photograph, showing a man and a woman's hands, their fingers intertwined.
What she meant was self-evident.
The comments quickly reached 999+.
The post with the most comments and likes.
"They must have been deeply in love before."
A faint, sarcastic smile appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips.
This is probably the most "intimate" photo of Mingmei and Bo Xingzhi.
Perhaps, five years ago, Bo Xingzhi had considered her.
After all, it's just a wife of a gay man; it has nothing to do with love or not.
Later, he changed his mind and chose to do it himself. This was probably because he listened to Bo Yuanshan's advice.
Sang Yuwan glanced at Rong Zhi on her left and subtly curled her lips.
Almost simultaneously, Rong Zhi glanced at her from the side.
The coldness and loneliness that emanated from Sang Yuwan's bones seeped through the air and subtly seeped into his heart.
He took a step closer to her and spoke softly, "Madam, is there something you need?"
Her clear, husky voice, slightly moistened by moisture, was somewhat alluring.
Sang Yuwan's brows furrowed, and her expression changed. "What did you call me?"
Rong Zhi clasped his hands together, letting them fall naturally to his sides. He pursed his lips and asked, "Can't I call you Madam?"
He called her "Madam," which wasn't a problem.
Xiansi, Minglang, that's what the servants all called her.
However, the way he said those two words carried a strange undertone.
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips slightly, her eyes deep and dark, as if brewing a storm.
"Second Master, you look really energetic today."
There was one more sentence, but it wasn't said.
Its head is all green.
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