Rong Moyuan stood there with a gloomy expression, his sinister eyes fixed on him.
Rong Zhi's eyes were devoid of warmth, and his tone was equally flat. "If he trusted you, he would have handed the Rong family over to you long ago."
Rong Moyuan's lips tightened, his icy gaze piercing him. He remained silent for a few seconds, a flash of furious coldness appearing in his eyes, "That's what I don't want."
A mocking smile appeared on Rong Zhi's lips, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "You wouldn't want it?"
Rong Moyuan's expression was gloomy, and he was speechless for a moment.
It was only then that he truly realized that the "opponent" he had once looked down upon was now a powerful opponent that he could not contend with.
It turns out that his previous disdain was all an act.
A pang of regret rose in Rong Moyuan's heart; he regretted underestimating Rong Zhi.
It was all too late.
The evidence Rong Zhi presented was all true.
If he insists on pursuing the matter, he, Rong Huian, and several others will likely face severe punishment.
Rong Moyuan looked at Rong Zhi, his eyes filled with intense malice. "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Your mother's death was my doing. Kill me or torture me, come at me."
Rong Huian was stunned, "Brother..."
A hint of tenderness appeared in Rong Moyuan's eyes, which were full of anger. "Remember what I said."
Rong Huian paused for a moment, then blinked her eyelashes and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Rong Moyuan then looked at the group of people with complicated expressions, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to them, "Everyone, I'm sorry to have disappointed you."
“Mo Yuan, you…” The elders who had always supported him were disappointed and dejected.
Rong Moyuan turned to look at Rong Zhi, his eyes darkening, his expression shifting like swirling clouds and howling rain. "You've won."
Rong Zhi's deep gaze was like two sharp knives, coldly shooting at him, "A human life, and in your mouth it becomes a matter of winning or losing."
A complex emotion surged in Rong Moyuan's sinister eyes, "Once we're in the underworld, I'll make your mother apologize."
Rong Zhi's heart clenched, a faint crimson glint appeared at the corner of his eye, and his face instantly turned terrifyingly gloomy. "Guards, take him away."
As soon as he finished speaking, four or five men in black walked in through the door.
Rong Moyuan stood still, offering no resistance, letting them carry him by the arms towards the hall's exit.
“Mo Yuan…” Several of his supporters had red eyes and were breathing rapidly.
Rong Moyuan smiled at them and then looked away.
Rong Zhi spoke coldly, "Everyone, let's look at one last thing."
Soon, Rong Sheng's figure appeared on the screen.
"Old man..."
"This is……"
As everyone was wondering, Rong Sheng's voice reached their ears.
"Everyone, by the time you see this video, I will already be gone..."
"Everything I have will be inherited by my only grandson, Rong Zhi. I hope you will support him in the future."
"Ah Zhi, do a good job. Grandpa believes in you, and you will definitely surpass your predecessors."
His attitude was already clear in just a few words.
The crowd was somewhat puzzled.
Since he had already chosen Rong Zhi as the heir of the Rong family, why did he keep letting his only grandson wander outside?
Rong Sheng's subsequent words cleared up everyone's doubts.
“Ah Zhi, I know you’ve always blamed me for not bringing you back to the Rong family. That’s because I’ve never forgiven your biological father. If it weren’t for his influence, Lanlan wouldn’t have left me so early.”
"cough……"
"Also, I've always suspected that someone killed Lanlan. For your safety, I even cruelly refused to acknowledge you."
"Now that things have come to this, I no longer ask for your forgiveness. I only hope that you can be down-to-earth and work hard to move forward."
The video has ended.
The curtain slowly fell away.
Rong Sheng's life came to an end.
Next came Rong Zhi's era.
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Jiangcheng.
After having dinner, Sang Yu went downstairs and took a walk in the small garden behind the villa.
Minglang stayed with her.
The faint sound of a nail gun could be heard coming from the villa next door.
Sang Yuwan frowned. "Is the neighbor's house under renovation?"
Minglang turned his head and glanced over. "I saw workers and renovation materials coming in today; they're definitely renovating." He added at the end, "It's strange, I wonder who they sold it to?"
Sang Yuwan continued her walk, wondering, "Could it be Mingmei?"
Minglang was taken aback. "Fourth Miss? No way."
Sang Yuwan's face remained expressionless. "Go and investigate again thoroughly."
Minglang nodded. "Understood."
Just then, Aunt Qiu hurried over, carrying a thick shawl in her hand.
She began to speak in a soft, incoherent voice, as the sun set.
Even without a clear translation, Sang Yuwan understood it.
She took the shawl, carefully draped it over her shoulders, and then signed "thank you."
Aunt Qiu smiled.
Seeing this, Minglang couldn't help but feel a little guilty. "Luckily, Aunt Qiu was here. How could I not have thought of that?"
Sang Yuwan glanced at him and joked, "A man's heart is ultimately not as delicate as a woman's."
Minglang blurted out, "Second Master is quite meticulous."
Sang Yuwan paused slightly, her heart skipping a beat.
Seeing this, Minglang quickly changed the subject, "Madam, the winter plum blossoms are in bloom, let's go take a look."
"Okay." Sang Yuwan's lips curled slightly, but her heart was heavy.
My mood, which had finally calmed down, was thrown into turmoil by that one sentence from Minglang.
Did she really develop feelings for Rong Zhi that she shouldn't have?
Sang Yuwan felt a sudden pang of sorrow, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
No.
impossible.
I would never have those kinds of feelings for him, no matter what.
She was only using him.
It can only be used.
Buzz—
Minglang's phone suddenly vibrated.
"Second Young Master..."
"Ah Lang, is Wan'er with you?" Ming Zhan interrupted Ming Lang before he could finish speaking.
Minglang's heart tightened, "Here..."
"Quickly give the phone to Wan'er." Mingzhan's tone became increasingly urgent.
"Yes." Minglang immediately handed the phone to Sang Yuwan, "Madam, the second young master is looking for you."
Sang Yuwan had just walked to the plum tree when she paused, took the phone, and said, "Second Brother."
Mingzhan said, "Wan'er, the Rong family has just made headlines, did you know?"
Sang Yuwan's brow twitched sharply. "I didn't look at my phone."
Ming Zhan took a deep breath and softened his tone, "Rong Moyuan has turned himself in."
A hint of surprise flashed in Sang Yuwan's eyes, and her delicate brows furrowed. "Turn yourself in?"
Mingzhan explained, "He admitted that he was responsible for the death of Rong Lan, the eldest daughter of the Rong family."
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