Chapter 5 Sister-in-law, is this child mine?

Rong Zhi's eyes immediately darkened. "Is Third Uncle questioning me, or is he questioning the doctor?"

Bo Hanshan's breath hitched.

Bo Yuheng spoke up, "Third brother, if you don't believe me, why don't you wait another ten months?"

Sang Yuwan curled her lips into a cold smile.

Bo Yuheng is truly a cunning fox.

She suppressed her emotions and glanced coldly at Bo Hanshan. "Third Uncle, then please wait another ten months."

"You...you all..."

Surrounded by several people, Bo Hanshan was so angry he almost vomited blood.

Sang Yuwan turned around and sat down in the chair. Her gaze turned cold as she looked at Rong Zhi.

He was dressed in black and stood alone.

At first glance, he looks somewhat like Bo Xingzhi.

But upon closer inspection, it is completely different.

Bo Xingzhi was handsome and refined.

Rong Zhi possessed a cold and aloof demeanor, with stern eyes and brows that gave him a strong sense of asceticism.

Bo Hanshan, still seething with anger, glanced back and forth between the two men, his eyes bloodshot. A deep furrow appeared between his brows. "Did you two know each other all along?"

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved slightly.

Rong Zhi's pupils contracted slightly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. Then, holding the pregnancy test report, he spoke with righteous indignation.

“My sister-in-law already has my brother’s child, so she is rightfully to inherit everything.”

"Younger brother, Rong Zhi, greets the family head.

He spoke each word clearly and distinctly, his voice deep and resonant, like a spring of ice water cascading down a stone wall.

As the evening wore on, a sharp pain pierced his eardrum, and a sense of unease coursed through his blood.

Ultimately, he felt somewhat uneasy sitting in the position of head of the family.

Upon hearing this, Bo Hanshan's anger surged. "I disagree."

A faint smile played on Rong Zhi's lips. "There are family rules in place, so your consent isn't needed."

His tone was forceful and intimidating, yet chilling and biting.

Bo Hanshan wanted to retort again, but Bo Yuheng stepped forward and respectfully said to Sang Yuwan, "Patriarch, good."

"Second brother, you..." Bo Hanshan was so angry that his eyes almost popped out.

Seeing this, the other members of the Bo family also spoke up in unison, "Patriarch, good."

Bo Hanshan was overcome with anger and his eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the ground.

The servants hurriedly carried him away.

Bo Yuheng led the elders of the Bo family away from the mourning hall, and the other family members followed suit.

The huge hall gradually became empty again.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly and put the pregnancy test report back into the file bag.

Sang Yuwan placed her hands on the armrests of the chair, raised her eyes, and slightly raised her eyebrows. "Second Master, shouldn't you return my things?"

Rong Zhi turned around and walked towards her. His cold eyes held an unreadable emotion. "Sister-in-law, you'd better keep this important thing safe."

Sang Yuwan felt a sudden pang of sorrow, and a faint redness appeared at the corners of her eyes. "That's natural."

Rong Zhi slightly curved his lips. He smiled, yet it seemed as if he didn't.

Sang Yuwan reached out to grab the file folder. He suddenly leaned towards her, his dark eyes fixed on her.

"Sister-in-law, is this child mine?"

The tone was drawn out.

It carries a touch of playfulness, ambiguity, and mystery.

These words were undoubtedly a reminder to Sang Yuwan.

What happened seven days ago is still fresh in our minds.

Her heart tightened, her face flushed red, and her clear eyes were tinged with anger.

"you……"

A hoarse, angry voice swept across the hall, "Rong Zhi, how dare you come back?"

The candlelight before the memorial tablet flickered violently.

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes fluttered suddenly, and she immediately stood up.

Rong Zhi was so close that her forehead almost bumped into his chest. A faint pink tinge inexplicably appeared behind her ears.

Sang Yuwan didn't bother to take the report from his hand and walked towards the person who came.

The person who rushed into the mourning hall was Bo Xingzhi's mother, Ning Wanzhen.

Four years ago, she saw her husband pass away.

Four years later, she lost her only son.

This blow brought her to the brink of collapse.

The body has been lying in state for seven days, and I've fainted from crying several times.

The men in black behind Rong Zhi quickly lined up and blocked her way.

"Who are you?" Ning Wanzhen, looking haggard, suddenly stopped in her tracks and staggered a couple of times. The servants who had followed her over helped her up.

"How dare you! You even dare to stop Madam Bo? You have some nerve!" Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened as she coldly rebuked her.

The man in black remained expressionless and motionless.

Sang Yuwan's delicate eyebrows furrowed with anger, her brows furrowing even more tightly. "Minglang, drag these audacious bastards away now."

"Yes, Madam." A young man immediately appeared, making a move to attack.

Rong Zhi turned around, his back to Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet, and said with cool lips, "Move aside."

As soon as he finished speaking, the men in black retreated to both sides in unison.

Ning Wanzhen gritted her teeth, pried the servant's hands off, walked straight to Rong Zhi, raised her hand, and slapped him.

"Why wasn't it you who died?"

Rong Zhi didn't dodge and took the blow squarely. Due to the height difference, the lower half of his cheek turned slightly red.

A hint of surprise flashed across Sang Yuwan's eyes.

Her mother-in-law was known for her quiet and gentle demeanor, always speaking softly and gently. Even when reprimanding servants, she would reason with them and appeal to their emotions. She had never lost her temper like this before.

I have never heard her say such vicious things before.

Ning Wanzhen was still not satisfied and waved her hand again.

Rong Zhi grabbed her wrist and said in a deep voice, "Mother, that slap just now has already repaid the kindness of you and Father in raising me."

Ning Wanzhen retorted angrily, "Who is your mother? You're just someone Yuanshan brought in to shield Xingzhi..."

"Mother, are you sure you want to make a scene in front of my elder brother and sister-in-law?" Rong Zhi's eyes were dark and deep as he interrupted sharply.

Ning Wanzhen was panting heavily, her eyes wide, her face contorted with anger, "You..."

Seeing this, Sang Yuwan's face darkened, and she walked up to them. Her sharp, cold gaze pierced Rong Zhi's face like a knife. "Second Master, let go."

"Yes, Patriarch." Rong Zhi's deep eyes held restrained emotions.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly let go.

Ning Wanzhen stumbled, and Sang Yuwan instinctively reached out to pull her up, resulting in both of them swaying violently and nearly falling over.

Xiansi and her servants supported them from behind.

Ning Wanzhen was panting heavily, her face filled with anger. "Rong Zhi, what did you just call Wanwan?"

“Patriarch,” Rong Zhi said coldly.

Ning Wanzhen was stunned for half a second before she seemed to realize what was happening. She exclaimed in surprise, "Wanwan, you're not pregnant, are you?"

Aside from this reason, Sang Yuwan has no reason to succeed as the head of the family.

Inside the mourning hall, the air was filled with the faint scent of incense and a lingering chill, creating an indescribable sense of heaviness and solemnity.

Sang Yuwan clenched her fingers, a helpless smile playing on her lips. "Mm."

Ning Wanzhen burst into tears, "Wanwan, why didn't you tell me about something so important?"

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips slightly, her smile a little stiff. "It hasn't even been a month yet, I dare not say anything rashly."

Ning Wanzhen's eyes were filled with tears, and she choked up, "Good child, even at a time like this, you're still worried about these things."

Sang Yuwan raised her eyebrows slightly and emphasized, "This is Xingzhi's child, and I dare not make the slightest mistake."

Ning Wanzhen choked up, "Xingzhi is so lucky to have a wife like you..."

Perhaps due to the accumulation of intense emotions, she fainted again before she could finish speaking.

The servants hurriedly took her to a side courtyard.

Rong Zhi's gaze turned to Sang Yuwan, just as she looked up. Her clear, bright eyes seemed like two flames, burning him with desire.

He said calmly, "Sister-in-law, I'm going to change my clothes."

Sang Yuwan's gaze sharpened slightly, and she responded with a soft "Mm".

Rong Zhi strode away.

She watched his straight back, her fingers tightening inch by inch.

His high-profile defense of himself is absolutely a case of flattery leading to his downfall.

He could have easily obtained the position of head of the family, but he discarded it like a worn-out shoe.

What does he really want?

Sang Yuwan glanced at the crystal coffin, her drooping eyelashes casting a deep shadow under her eyes.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

child……