"Mother……"
Bo Xinglan threw away the cushion in her hand and knelt down in front of Fang Yi. Tears streamed down her face like broken pearls, one after another.
Instead of taking Fang Yi to the hospital, Sang Yuwan called the family doctor.
After a thorough examination, it was determined that Fang Yi was simply suffering from a sudden surge of anger and had no serious health problems.
Sang Yuwan made another important decision: the gates of the three-room courtyard would be sealed off for two months. Fang Yi and Bo Xinglan were not allowed to leave without her permission.
For a time, the Bo family all felt that she was too ruthless, and even Ning Wanzhen felt that her punishment of the third branch of the family was too severe. Madam Bo even shamelessly pleaded for leniency.
Sang Yuwan remained unmoved.
There were all sorts of rumors and gossip.
She ignored him.
Bo Hanshan and his gang, along with Shen Yilin, deliberately harmed Mingzhan, crossing her bottom line. If it weren't for Bo Xinglan's eventual realization, they would have faced the same punishment in prison as Bo Yuheng.
Time is like sand slipping through your fingers, passing by silently.
Sang Yuwan is like a spinning top, constantly busy every day.
Fortunately, despite Ning Wanzhen's objections, she insisted on letting Rong Zhi return to the Bo family.
In just one week, the two eliminated many people with ulterior motives.
Sang Yuwan also knew that Rong Zhi was a powerful tool, but also a double-edged sword.
If she is not careful, she will be hurt beyond repair.
However, she has no better choice now.
To keep her promise to Bo Yuanshan, she had no choice but to forge ahead.
Xian Si came in with a document. "Madam, this is a report from the Ministry of Justice."
Sang Yuwan was reviewing the quarterly financial report. Without looking up, she said, "Put it down for now."
Xian Si gently put down the document, pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Madam, filming for 'Confessions of Time' will officially begin tomorrow. When should we start?"
Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed, and she said in a cold voice, "Withdraw the investment three days after filming begins."
Xiansi nodded. "Yes."
She then remembered something else. "Madam, I have an appointment with President Li of Jinmao Bank for dinner tonight. Should we invite President Lin as well?"
Lin Huatao, CFO of the Bo Group.
He was the direct person in charge of the business dealings between Jinmaohang and the Bo family.
Without much hesitation, Sang Yuwan said, "Let's call them."
"Yes." Just as Xian Si was about to turn around, Sang Yuwan added, "Ask Ling Zhou if Second Master has any plans for tonight. If not, invite him as well."
She was less than a month pregnant and had to be careful in everything she did.
"I'll go ask right away," Xian Si replied, and then quickly walked out.
Five minutes later, she pushed the door open and came in, looking somewhat uneasy.
"Madam, the Second Master left after the morning meeting."
Sang Yuwan's brow furrowed, and she asked, "Where did you go?"
Xian Si lowered her head slightly. "Ling Zhou said he didn't know."
Sang Yuwan frowned. "Alright, I understand. You may leave."
Xiansi took the signed document from her.
Sang Yuwan took two sips of warm water, her brow furrowing more and more tightly.
Rong Zhi has been elusive these past two days; I wonder what he's up to.
I rarely bother her.
Sang Yuwan felt a strange, heavy, and somewhat uneasy feeling welling up inside her.
She took out her phone, found his number, and was about to dial when she hesitated at the last second.
"Forget it, where he goes and what he does is none of my business."
Less than half an hour.
The phone beeped.
Entertainment news push.
Mysterious man visits popular celebrity on set
The man in the picture is wearing a black overcoat and has a tall, upright figure. The woman next to him is wearing a thin, long black down jacket, a hat, and sunglasses.
Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted, her heart felt as if it were being torn in two by the oppressive heat of the photograph, and a strange, complex emotion welled up inside her, weighing heavily on her.
Rong Zhi had gone to visit Mingmei on set.
He really put his heart into it.
"Heh." Sang Yuwan's lips curled into a cold smile.
Buzz—
My phone suddenly vibrated.
Sang Yuwan hung up immediately.
Less than a minute later, the other party called again.
Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened. She pressed the answer button and asked in a cold voice, "What is it?"
"Ling Zhou called me and said you invited me to dinner."
Rong Zhi's voice was clear and pure, like fine wine, drifting softly into my ears.
Sang Yuwan's face was tense, and her voice was as cold as ice, "It's just a dinner party, Second Master, don't flatter yourself."
Rong Zhi spoke again, "It's rare for Madam to speak, but I can't make it back in time..."
Sang Yuwan hung up the phone before he could finish speaking.
She didn't know why she was so angry; even hearing Rong Zhi's voice annoyed her.
After a while, I felt a little disappointed again.
This inexplicable feeling lingered until I left work.
It was only after arriving at Yunyan Pavilion that things got a little better.
Perhaps having learned from past mistakes, the newly appointed president of Jinmao Bank, Mr. Li, not only brought his secretary but also a female subordinate.
There were also three people on Sang Yuwan's side.
She. Strings. And Lin Huatao.
The entire city of Jiangcheng knew that Sang Yuwan's status rose because of her son; she was able to assume a high position because she was pregnant with Bo Xingzhi's posthumous child.
At the dinner party, no one dared to let her drink alcohol.
As the only male on Bo's side, Lin Huatao took the initiative to offer toasts.
After a while, they both got quite drunk.
When he finally left, President Li was slightly drunk and staggered as he walked.
My foot slipped as I went down the steps.
Sang Yuwan instinctively reached out and grabbed him, "Li Xing, be careful."
President Li stopped, slightly tipsy, and said, "Thank you, Chairman Sang."
Sang Yuwan smiled politely at him, "Li Xing, take care."
President Li waved to her, "Chairwoman Sang, see you later."
Sang Yuwan nodded slightly.
She watched President Li leave before heading towards her car.
On the way back to Qinghe Garden, Xiansi suddenly saw a gossip news article.
"A wealthy heiress engages in power-for-sex transactions."
News photos.
It was Sang Yuwan who reached out to help President Li.
Xiansi paused for half a second, then immediately turned her head and handed her phone to the back seat.
"Madam, look!"
Sang Yuwan took the phone, glanced at it, and her delicate eyebrows gradually furrowed. She didn't speak, but her expression gradually darkened.
"Madam," Xian Si said anxiously, "I'll handle it immediately."
Sang Yuwan handed the phone back to her, her eyes filled with anger. "Don't rush to suppress the news. Find out who's behind this before you take any action."
"Yes." Strings immediately took action.
Today's dining place is a famous private restaurant in Jiangcheng, which only opens three tables a day.
Moreover, the restaurant places great importance on customer privacy.
Each of the three tables of guests has their own private space, so they won't disturb each other.
The angle of the photo should be from the side of Sang Yuwan and President Li.
Apart from the waiter in the private room, there was no one else.
Strings quickly found out.
"Madam, the photo was taken by a waitress named Lin Yao."
Sang Yuwan frowned, "Lin Yao?"
Xian Si added, "She is Lin Ran's distant cousin."
Sang Yuwan let out a cold laugh in her heart.
Without needing to dig any deeper, she already knew what had happened.
She said to Xian Si, "Lin Ran and Lin Yue are both locked up. It's impossible that they orchestrated this. It seems there's someone else behind them."
Minglang, who was driving, tensed up as he listened, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands.
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