Sang Yuwan pursed her lips tightly, her expression solemn, a huge mystery lurking in her heart.
She sat on the sofa for a while before getting up to rest.
Rong Zhi instructed the man in black to drive the car to a secluded spot and turn off the engine.
Their line of sight was directly above the third floor of Sang Yuwan's villa.
The man in black was puzzled and mustered his courage to ask, "Second Master, if you're so worried about Madam, why don't you go inside?"
Rong Zhi's stern face, shrouded in darkness, was deep and cold. "Too talkative."
Seeing that he was not angry, the man in black asked again, "Second Master, should we also give Ning Wanzhen a copy of Bo Xingzhi's medical report?"
Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes and curled his lips slightly. "If you give it to her now, she will only become more suspicious that the child in Sang Yuwan's belly is of unknown origin."
The man in black paused, turned his head, and looked at him. "Then just tell her about Bo Xingzhi's background as well."
Rong Zhi frowned, his voice cold and deep, "It's not the right time yet." He paused, then added, "Even if you lay the facts in front of her, she won't believe it."
The man in black blurted out, "Faced with the facts, she has no choice but to believe them."
Rong Zhi sneered, "She just can't believe it."
The man in black suddenly understood. "I see. To Ning Wanzhen, Bo Xingzhi is her child. He is her and Bo Yuanshan's only son. Only in this way can she continue to live in the Bo family."
Buzz—
The phone vibrated urgently inside the car.
Rong Zhi took it out and glanced at it. The phone's light illuminated his cold, desolate eyes, which quickly returned to darkness.
Upon seeing this, the man in black turned around and sat down.
Rong Zhi pressed the answer button.
"Ah Zhi, how have you been lately?"
The person who called Rong Zhi was a middle-aged woman.
Rong Zhi looked at the window of Sang Yuwan's bedroom, where the warm light suddenly went out. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Not bad."
"Have you found her?" the woman asked again.
Rong Zhi smiled and hummed in agreement.
"Has she accepted you?" the woman pressed.
Rong Zhi's brow furrowed slightly, and his tone became a little lower than before, "No."
"Ah Zhi, when pursuing a girl, you need to put in more effort; you can't force her." The woman was slightly disappointed.
Rong Zhi kicked the front seat, signaling the man in black to start the car.
The car slowly drove out of Qinghe Garden.
Rong Zhi continued talking on the phone with the woman.
"If I had used force, we might have been together long ago."
The woman paused, then asked, "What do you mean? Does she already have a boyfriend?" She continued, her voice tinged with shock, "Or is she already married?"
"Mmm." Rong Zhi straightened his lips and responded softly.
The woman was stunned. "She really got married. Ah Zhi, if that's the case, then it means you two weren't meant to be. You should just forget about her."
Rong Zhi responded, "Her husband is dead."
"What did you say?" the woman exclaimed in shock, raising her voice.
Clusters of streetlight light fell on Rong Zhi's face, briefly coating it with a fine, hazy glow.
He looked calm and continued, "I just got back, and her husband died..."
"Ah Zhi, could it be you..." the woman interrupted urgently, her voice rising again.
Rong Zhi's cold lips twitched. "I am not that despicable."
The woman took a deep breath. "Ah Zhi, that's not what I meant. You just got back, and her husband died. It's too much of a coincidence..."
"Yes, what a coincidence." A faint, sarcastic smile appeared on Rong Zhi's lips, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.
The woman seemed too shocked and remained silent for several seconds before speaking again, "Ah Zhi, does she have a child?"
"She just got pregnant." When Rong Zhi said this, his cold and stern eyes softened considerably.
"A posthumous child?" The woman was shocked again. "Ah Zhi, you're not planning to become a father unexpectedly, are you?"
Rong Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and his lips curved upwards. "My child."
“Your child…what…A-Zhi…you…” The woman stammered in shock.
Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow. "You'd better digest this. Bye."
"Wait...wait..." the woman said hurriedly, "I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Rong Zhi replied to her, "Is there anything else?"
The woman's heavy breathing reached his ears. "Ah Zhi, I just heard that Rong Sheng is dead?"
Rong Zhi's expression turned cold again. "You're only just hearing about it now that he's already buried."
The woman paused for a moment, then said with a self-deprecating laugh, "You know, I've never cared about things in China."
Rong Zhi remained silent.
The woman continued, "Now that he's dead, you're the Rong family's sole heir. What do you plan to do next?"
A cold glint appeared in Rong Zhi's eyes. "What heir? I don't care."
“Ah Zhi, don’t make a mistake at this time. If you don’t want it, plenty of others will take it. Like that Rong Moyuan. He’s probably been hoping for Rong Sheng’s death for a long time.” The woman’s tone became serious.
"He managed to steal it, that's quite an achievement," Rong Zhi mocked.
"Ah Zhi, what are you saying?" The woman's tone became more forceful, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice. "That position originally belonged to your mother..."
The cold light in Rong Zhi's eyes vanished, his dark pupils instantly turned cold and lifeless, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Heh."
“Ah Zhi, listen to me. Never give up what belongs to you, no matter what.” The woman paused, then added, “And don’t take what doesn’t belong to you by force.”
Rong Zhi's eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice, "Hang up."
This time, he didn't give the other person a chance to speak again, and silently removed the phone from his ear.
He doesn't care about what belongs to him.
He was deeply obsessed with things that didn't belong to him.
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Time slips away like sand, silently.
Before you know it, it's the weekend again.
After having breakfast at Qinghe Garden, Sang Yuwan went to the old Bo family residence.
She first went to the ancestral hall and lit incense for Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet.
Ning Xin'er accompanied Ning Wanzhen.
"Cousin-in-law".
Sang Yuwan glanced at her coldly and nodded slightly.
Seeing her arrogant attitude, Ning Xin'er felt inwardly furious. She gritted her teeth and suppressed her emotions.
When Ning Wanzhen saw Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet, her eyes immediately reddened, her body swayed, and she choked back tears, "Xingzhi, it's been two months since you left..."
Ning Xin'er pinched her inner thigh hard, the pain bringing tears to her eyes and making them well up with tears. "Cousin... Waaah..."
Seeing her cry, Ning Wanzhen felt even more grief-stricken. "Xingzhi, are you alright over there? Have you seen your father...?"
Sang Yuwan found it a bit noisy, so she said calmly, "Mom, Xingzhi definitely wouldn't want to see you like this. He'll only be at ease if you're doing well."
Before Ning Wanzhen could speak, Ning Xin'er said in a tearful voice, "Sister-in-law, not everyone is like you, with such good emotional control. Aunt misses Cousin, that's why..."
Hearing this, Ning Wanzhen became even more heartbroken, "Xin'er is right, I only have one son..."
She managed to utter one sentence before a lump formed in her throat, and she could no longer speak.
Ning Xin'er bit her lip, secretly glanced at Sang Yuwan, and started sobbing again.
Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, and she strode out.
She had just reached the entrance of the ancestral hall when Rong Zhi, dressed in black, walked towards her.
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