Neither Rong Zhi nor Sang Yuwan spoke.
Time seemed to stand still, each second stretched out.
A faint smell of disinfectant permeated the air, intertwining with the barely perceptible scent of death, creating a uniquely oppressive atmosphere.
Xiansi swallowed hard, stepped forward, and raised her voice slightly.
"Madam, Second Master, the funeral home staff have arrived, you..."
Rong Zhi suddenly came to his senses and said to Sang Yuwan, "Let's go."
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable sadness spread from the depths of her heart, growing heavier and heavier.
Tears, like pearls from a broken string, slid down from the corners of my eyes. They carried a warm trace, but cooled the moment they touched the air, becoming a testament to the unspeakable sorrow in my heart.
Every time she blinked, her heart would ache sharply.
Seeing this, Rong Zhi suppressed his complicated emotions and walked out with her in his arms.
After they left, Xian Si allowed the funeral home staff to begin the death ceremony.
Rong Zhi embraced Sang Yuwan as they walked out of the ward. Seeing her heavy steps, he frowned. "Don't be too sad. After all, she is Bo Xingzhi's biological mother."
Sang Yuwan paused abruptly, looked up at him. Her lips were slightly parted, but she couldn't utter a sound for a moment, only feeling a dry, rumbling sensation deep in her throat.
Rong Zhi frowned deeply, his eyes profound and heavy, as if bearing the weight of a thousand pounds.
After a few seconds of silence, he added, "If it weren't for her, your mother wouldn't have..."
Rong Zhi felt a sharp pang in his heart and abruptly stopped talking.
Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed, a hint of crimson appearing at the corners of her eyes. "Go on?"
A silent storm was brewing in the corridor.
Rong Zhi's eyelids were slightly lowered, and fine beads of sweat were faintly visible on his forehead, glistening in the corridor light. His hands unconsciously tightened, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.
"Your mother wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to save Ning Wanzhen's child."
Sang Yuwan felt a lump in her throat and tears welled up in her eyes again.
Rong Zhi's pupils contracted, and his gaze instantly softened and deepened, revealing unspoken heartache and distress.
He didn't say anything, but slowly reached out his hands, those hands were large and warm, and gently covered the back of Sang Yuwan's hands.
Sang Yuwan's body trembled slightly, as if she felt the warmth emanating from her palm, reaching deep into her heart. Ripples spread across the lake of her heart. That sorrowful heart seemed to feel a warmth.
Then, Rong Zhi gently raised his other hand, his fingertips lightly brushing across the corner of her eye, carefully wiping away the tears that were about to spill.
The world around them seemed to stand still at that moment, leaving only the delicate and profound emotions between the two of them flowing slowly.
After a while, Rong Zhi grasped Sang Yuwan's hand and said in a low voice, "Knowing the truth may not be a bad thing."
Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched. "Yes. Once I find Ning Wanzhen's son, I can leave."
Rong Zhi replied, "If you really want to leave, you can do so now."
Sang Yuwan shook her head. "Although Bo Yuanshan framed me, the employees of Bo's Group did nothing wrong. I can just walk away, but what about them? What about their families?"
Even at this moment, she was still thinking about the employees of the Bo Group.
Behind every employee is a small family.
She can't be so selfish.
Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi's eyes were filled with admiration. "Sang Yuwan, you are truly remarkable."
Sang Yuwan was taken aback.
Rong Zhi added, "Perhaps the best way to get revenge on someone is like you: to make yourself stronger."
Sang Yuwan gave a slight smile.
The two stepped back into the car.
Rong Zhi instructed the Ming family bodyguards, "Return to the old residence."
"Yes," the bodyguard replied and immediately started the car.
Neither Sang Yuwan nor Rong Zhi spoke a word the entire way.
The air inside the car seemed to have been carefully blended, so quiet that you could only hear your own shallow breathing and the faint electronic hum of the dashboard.
The scenery rushing past the window was shut out, leaving only blurry glimpses of light and shadow that swayed gently on the car window, yet failed to break the tranquility in the slightest.
Upon arriving at the Jun family's old residence, Sang Yuwan suddenly asked Rong Zhi, "Should we include Bo Qingmei in the Bo family genealogy?"
Rong Zhi turned his head to look at her, his eyes deep, "You are the head of the family, you have the final say."
Sang Yuwan frowned upon hearing this. "She probably doesn't want to."
Rong Zhi nodded.
Sang Yuwan asked again, "What about you? You are now the head of the Rong family, and your identity information should no longer be recorded in the Bo family genealogy."
Rong Zhi remained calm and slowly said, "It's time to remove him from the Bo family genealogy."
Sang Yuwan narrowed her eyes, her expression slightly hardening.
Before she could respond, Rong Zhi added, "As long as I am removed from the family genealogy, there will be no further connection between us."
Sang Yuwan's face drained of color in an instant, turning as pale as paper. Her gaze froze, becoming indescribably stiff.
Her hands clenched into fists involuntarily, her fingertips digging deep into her palms, causing a slight pain, but far less than the surging shock in her heart. Her thoughts scattered like fallen leaves swept up by a gale, unable to focus for a moment, her mind filled with an unprecedented chaos and astonishment.
She understood the implication in Rong Zhi's words.
Rong Zhi wanted to be with her, but this was the only obstacle.
Even if this obstacle exists, it's not worth worrying about.
After all, Sang Yuwan was not Bo Xingzhi's real "wife".
There was absolutely no relationship between her and Rong Zhi.
If Rong Zhi could shed his status as an adopted son of the Bo family, then they could be together without any reservations.
The surrounding sounds gradually faded away, becoming blurry and distant, as if the whole world had been muted. Only the rapid beating of my own heart and the soft patter of my breath remained.
"Don't think too much, go upstairs and rest first," Rong Zhi said with concern, taking a deep breath.
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, pushed open the car door, and got out.
Just as Rong Zhi was about to get out of the car, the urgent vibration of his phone stopped him.
He glanced down at it, his expression instantly turning cold. "Speak."
"Second Master, Shen Yilin has escaped."
The caller was Minglang.
He was trembling with fear and unease.
Rong Zhi's face instantly darkened, and a hint of anger flashed in his originally calm eyes.
"He can't even keep an eye on one person; he's really useless."
Minglang's voice lowered slightly, "Second Master, it was my oversight." He paused, then forced himself to continue, "What do we do now?"
Rong Zhi's breathing became heavier, and his chest heaved violently.
The air inside the car froze instantly.
Bang--
Rong Zhi jumped out of the car, opened the driver's side door, and sat down.
The bodyguard gave him the car keys.
boom--
The loud noise of a car engine made Sang Yuwan, who was about to reach the entrance of the hall, stop abruptly.
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