"Rong Zhi, stop talking."
Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched heavily, her heart pounded as if it would burst out of her chest, and she gritted her teeth, interrupting him.
"Okay. I won't say anything more." Rong Zhi's lips curved upwards, a gentle smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
He paused, then said, "Wanwan, I just want you to know my heart..."
His chin rested gently on the top of her head as he spoke softly, each word like a gentle spring rain, nourishing her heart and making her feel deeply understood and cherished.
His embrace, silent yet powerful, was an expression of love that could be deeply understood without words.
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, as if she had been suddenly stirred by an invisible force.
At that moment, her heart clenched, followed by an indescribable surge of emotion. Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, ripples spread rapidly in all directions.
She took a deep breath, looked up, and her eyes lost focus for a moment, becoming hazy and complicated, as if some deep-seated emotion had been suddenly awakened, carrying a mixture of panic and confusion.
"Wanwan..."
Rong Zhi called her softly, his deep eyes filled with tenderness.
Sang Yuwan's face flushed, her long, curled eyelashes fluttered, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Neither of them spoke again.
The room fell silent, as if the world had been paused for her at that moment, leaving only the trembling feeling in her heart that lingered for a long time.
Buzz—
The sudden vibration of a cell phone shattered the silence of the room.
Knock knock—
Almost simultaneously, there was a knock at the door.
Rong Zhi slowly let go of her hand and went to the window to answer the phone.
Sang Yuwan bit her lip, quickly processing her chaotic emotions, and walked to the door, opening it.
"Madam, Bo Qingmei is critically ill. She wants to see you one last time." Xian Si's expression was solemn, and she lowered her voice, speaking very quickly.
When Sang Yuwan heard the news, she felt as if she had been struck by an invisible lightning bolt. Her pupils dilated suddenly, and her eyes flashed with an incredulous cold light.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her brows furrowed. "Let's go."
Seeing that she wasn't wearing a coat, Xiansi quickly reminded her, "Madam, it's chilly outside, I'll go get you a coat."
"Mmm," Sang Yuwan responded softly.
Just as Xian Si was about to step inside, Rong Zhi came out with Sang Yuwan's coat.
He draped it over her shoulders without hesitation.
Xiansi quickly stepped aside and lowered her head.
Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly and said in a low voice, "I'll take you there."
Sang Yuwan replied as she walked, "If you have something to do, go ahead and take care of it."
Rong Zhi's lips curved slightly upward, and his voice, lowered so that only the two of them could hear, said, "Your business is my business."
In the twilight of my life, my thoughts, like fallen leaves swept up by a raging wind, scattered and impossible to gather together.
She wasn't in the mood to talk to him anymore; she frowned and went down the stairs.
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When Sang Yuwan arrived at Lingtian Hospital, Bo Qingmei was already barely breathing, her face as pale as a sheet of paper.
When Bo Qingmei's attending physician saw Sang Yuwan enter, he hurriedly said, "Chairman Sang, the patient is dying. You need to say something quickly."
After saying that, he led the other medical staff out.
The air in the ward carried an indescribable sense of oppression. It flowed slowly, neither completely still nor as freely as the outside world. A faint smell of disinfectant permeated the air, making it impossible to feel at ease.
Bo Qingmei lay there quietly, her face pale yet unusually calm, as if she had transcended physical pain and was immersed in her own world.
Sang Yuwan's eyes trembled slightly, her mood growing increasingly heavy.
She walked to the bedside, bent down, and whispered in Bo Qingmei's ear, "Bo Qingmei, I am Sang Yuwan."
Her use of that title was entirely in line with the position of the head of the Bo family.
Her thin, delicate eyelids twitched slightly, her eyelashes trembling incessantly. After a few more seconds, she finally pulled back her heavy eyelids, her eyes filled with moisture.
She opened her mouth. Instantly, white mist rose from the breathing mask.
Sang Yuwan listened intently, only faintly catching a name, "...Yuanshan..."
"Don't rush. Tell me slowly," Sang Yuwan said gently, suppressing her emotions.
Suddenly, Bo Qingmei's eyes trembled slightly, as if awakened by an invisible force. Those eyes, which once shone with the trivialities of life and the vicissitudes of time, now shone with an unusual light, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the entire room.
She raised her hand to pull off the breathing mask.
Sang Yuwan was startled and quickly stopped him.
Bo Qingmei smiled faintly and actually brushed away Sang Yuwan's hand. The strength was far beyond what one would expect from a patient in critical condition.
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding arose within her. Four words surfaced in her mind.
A final burst of energy before death.
Bo Qingmei pulled off the breathing mask, revealing her full face.
In just a few seconds, her pale face regained its color. A gentle smile slowly curved her lips.
She took Sang Yuwan's hand and slowly began to speak.
"Thank you for seeing me off on my final journey..."
Sang Yuwan's heartstrings were taut, and a sour feeling welled up in her chest, making her unable to speak.
She swallowed hard. "What do you want to tell me?"
Bo Qingmei took a deep breath, her lips curving upwards, and spoke again, "Bo Yuanshan is not a good person, he lied to you..."
Sang Yuwan's eyes were dark and deep as she said in a low voice, "I know."
Bo Qingmei's pupils contracted in surprise. "You knew everything?" she asked in astonishment.
A cold glint flashed in Sang Yuwan's eyes, "The person who saved me in the car accident six years ago wasn't him..."
Bo Qingmei's chest heaved violently. "That car accident was deliberately caused by him."
Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly clenched, and her body involuntarily stiffened.
Bo Qingmei's eyes welled up with tears, her rims red. "Bo Yuanshan is a man who plans a hundred steps ahead. He had someone run you over with a car; his original plan was to leave no survivors..."
Her voice was neither loud nor soft, but her tone grew increasingly heavy.
Sang Yuwan felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His fingers clenched into fists, his nails almost digging into his palms without him realizing it. Shocked, even breathing became difficult; it felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, and each inhale was like a difficult struggle.
Bo Qingmei didn't comfort her. "I never expected Rong Zhi would risk his life to save you. But even so, Bo Yuanshan didn't intend to let you go. Until Xingzhi told him that the person he liked was his male secretary..."
Sang Yuwan felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, followed by an indescribable tremor that quickly spread from her chest throughout her body.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and all the sounds around me gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of my own rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing.
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