Xian Si's eyelids twitched wildly. She bit her lip, struggling to steady herself. Still shaken, she shivered involuntarily. "Madam, are you alright?"
The dean was so frightened that he couldn't speak and stood frozen in place.
The little boy who had caused such a big trouble, seeing this, secretly slipped away.
Sang Yuwan's legs felt weak, and she pressed her fingertips hard against her palm. She took two deep breaths and said, "I'm fine."
Rong Zhi supported her shoulders, helping her to stand up slowly. He lowered his eyes, looking at the glass marbles scattered at her feet, his gaze instantly turning cold.
He looked at the director of the orphanage, his eyes filled with a rapidly hardening tension, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura. "Didn't you get any notice before Madam came?"
The dean trembled, his glasses nearly falling off his nose. "Assistant Ji notified us yesterday..."
"Why would such an accident happen?" Rong Zhi's cold and stern face was filled with anger, like a god in the dark night.
The dean swayed, almost kneeling down, "It was my oversight..."
Rong Zhi's eyes grew darker, thick clouds churned, and shards of ice and thin mist took flight. "This is not something that can be resolved with a simple oversight."
The dean bent slightly, head bowed. With a "thud," his glasses fell to the ground, the lenses shattering.
Sang Yuwan watched silently without saying a word.
Xiansi squatted down and picked up the marbles one by one.
Colorful beads are children's toys. They can also be a tool to cause a miscarriage.
If Rong Zhi hadn't appeared in time and caught her, she would have fallen heavily.
The baby in her womb is probably going to die.
Xiansi picked up all the marbles and said to Sang Yuwan, "Madam, I'm going to find the culprit now."
The dean was terrified, his face turned ashen, and large clumps of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Just as Sang Yuwan was about to speak, the man in black beside Rong Zhi twisted the thin, dark-skinned boy around like a chick.
"Second Master, Madam, what should we do?"
"Let me go!" the little boy struggled angrily.
The man in black warned in a cold voice, "Quiet."
The little boy waved his arms frantically, trying desperately to break free, shouting, "Let me go!"
The man in black shouted angrily, "If you make another sound, I'll teach you a lesson."
The little boy was fearless, his eyes practically spitting fire. "I'm not afraid of you at all."
Seeing this, the man in black tightened his wrists and twisted the little boy's arms behind his back.
The little boy's eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped wild animal cub struggling desperately.
The man in black was about to attack again when Sang Yuwan stopped him, "Let go."
"Madam?" The man in black and Xian Si's expressions tightened simultaneously.
Sang Yuwan paused for a moment, then a sharp glint flashed in her eyes. "Let him go."
The little boy became increasingly agitated, like a little lion with its mane bristling, and roared, "Let me go!"
The man in black looked at Rong Zhi, waiting for him to speak.
Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and he parted his thin lips slightly, "I'll listen to Madam."
Upon hearing this, the man in black immediately released his grip.
The little boy shook his aching arms, turned around, and tried to punch and kick the man in black.
The man in black had no choice but to take action again and subdue him.
Sang Yuwan's face darkened, and she glared at them coldly. "Xiansi, take him away."
"Yes, Madam," said Xian Si.
The next second, she gave the man in black a wink.
With a single, seemingly effortless chop to the neck, the man in black knocked the little boy unconscious.
After they left, Sang Yuwan slowly spoke to Rong Zhi, "Since Second Master is here, then come with me to see the children's dormitories."
Rong Zhi lowered his eyelashes slightly and replied, "Okay."
Sang Yuwan's eyes flickered slightly, a complex mix of emotions surging within them.
Every time he said those words, her heart was deeply touched.
Sang Yuwan shifted her gaze to the trembling dean, her eyes devoid of warmth. "Dean, lead the way."
"Yes..." The dean's voice trembled violently.
As they ascended the steps, Rong Zhi naturally helped Sang Yuwan.
Regardless of whether what just happened was an accident or not, we must be careful.
The dormitory of the welfare home is a two-story building with red bricks and blue tiles, which has been around for many years.
The dean pushed open the door to a slightly larger room.
Sang Yuwan stepped inside.
Compared to the simple exterior walls, the interior decoration of the dormitory is quite nice.
The wallpaper looks newly installed, the blankets are fairly clean, and the matching wardrobe and table are also neatly arranged.
Thinking that many children had caught colds this month, Sang Yuwan walked to the bunk beds and reached out to touch the blankets.
"Dean, isn't the blanket a bit too thin?"
The dean's heart was still in his throat. Hearing the question, he hurriedly replied, "It's cold, and the air conditioning is on at night. This kind of quilt is the most suitable."
Sang Yu nodded late.
She walked to the wardrobe and opened it.
The cabinets, with their individual compartments, hold clothes of varying ages and conditions.
Sang Yuwan casually picked up an item, opened it, and looked at it.
These were winter clothes that Bo bought for the children at the welfare home two years ago.
She was so familiar with it because she was the one who handled the purchase of that batch of clothes.
The cuffs of the clothes were already faded from washing, the collar was worn out, and there were still a few ink stains on the chest that hadn't been washed off.
Sang Yuwan frowned. "Dean, the children get new clothes every year. Don't let them wear clothes like this anymore."
The dean nodded hurriedly, "Yes."
Rong Zhi interjected, "Madam, starting today, you'll probably have to thoroughly investigate the orphanage's accounts."
The dean felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was being choked, and he couldn't say a word.
Sang Yuwan carefully looked through the wardrobe and found quite a few old clothes inside.
Although it is said that one should be thrifty and frugal, in addition to the annual donation of ten million, the Bo family also made other donations on a regular basis.
Rong Zhi's words reminded her.
The Jiangcheng Welfare Home currently has fewer than one hundred orphans on its roster. Their annual expenses for food, drink, toileting, medical treatment, and hospitalization would not exceed ten million yuan.
Bo Yuanshan did not consider these things when he was alive.
Bo Xingzhi didn't care.
When it came to Sang Yuwan, she could do the same as the previous two, simply giving without caring about anything else.
But every penny of Bo's money didn't come from thin air.
Sang Yuwan immediately decided to investigate carefully.
She gently closed the wardrobe, slowly turned to look at the dean, her voice tinged with anger, "I think President Rong's suggestion is good. I'll leave this task to you."
Rong Zhi's eyes were deep and dark, and he glanced at the dean out of the corner of his eye. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "Yes, Madam. I will arrange for the audit department to come over tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, the dean felt a chill run through his body. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't utter a sound.
Sang Yuwan frowned, her tone now tinged with concern, "Dean, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing..." the dean said with difficulty, his voice filled with panic.
Rong Zhi sneered, "Could it be that the Dean doesn't want me to come and audit the accounts?"
The dean's lips trembled, "How...how could this be..."
Rong Zhi continued, "Director, I spent four years in the orphanage; this was once my home."
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