Chapter 6 I Want You...

Night falls.

The mourning hall was quiet.

The curtains swayed gently in the wind, making a soft, low sound.

Desolate and sorrowful.

Bo Xingzhi's portrait shows a peaceful expression. His eyes, which seem to see into people's hearts, seem to be telling the story of his life in silence.

Minglang finished adding oil to the eternal lamp beneath the crystal coffin. He stood up and was startled to see a tall, dark figure appear at the entrance to the hall. His expression tightened, and he called out, "Second Master?"

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat. She clenched her fingers and looked over.

In the dim light, Rong Zhi, dressed in mourning clothes, stood tall and elegant.

He strode in, exuding a cold, aloof, and domineering aura.

He glanced around casually, his thin lips parted slightly, and his gaze fell on her face. "Sister-in-law, you go and rest. I'll keep vigil tonight."

Sang Yuwan smiled slightly, "No need."

Rong Zhi paused for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "You are not alone now; you should take care of your health."

These words, like a slender silver needle, pierced deeply into Sang Yuwan's heart.

The implication is clear.

Extremely ironic.

Her face paled, and she pressed her fingertips hard against her palm. "Minglang, you go down first."

Minglang glanced at Rong Zhi and asked uneasily, "Madam?"

"Get down." Sang Yuwan's eyes were filled with anger, and she couldn't help but raise her voice.

Minglang's heart skipped a beat. "Yes."

As Sang Yuwan watched him walk away, her gaze darkened, and her pretty face turned frosty. "Tell me, what do you really want?"

The question from seven days ago must be answered today.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, gazing at her face, his deep eyes like a dark pool, "If I said, I want you..."

Sang Yuwan's heart stopped for a second, and a surge of anger rushed to the top of her head. "Bo Rongzhi, you've gone too far!"

"Call me Rong Zhi."

His deep voice seemed to carry a unique kind of allure.

Sang Yuwan was immediately filled with shame and indignation, her eyes reddening, and she inexplicably exuded a beautiful and angry charm. "I am your sister-in-law."

Rong Zhi spoke coolly, "My surname isn't Bo. My surname is Rong."

Sang Yuwan was taken aback.

His surname is Rong?

Rong Zhi added, "Six years ago, I was no longer a member of the Bo family."

Sang Yuwan's brow twitched heavily, her heart filled with suspicion and uncertainty. She frowned deeply and said angrily, "If you're not a member of the Bo family, what are you doing now?"

Rong Zhi's gaze darkened noticeably. "I've come to see my elder brother off. After all, we've had a brotherhood for several years."

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but sneer, "Don't make it sound so high-sounding. Are you perhaps Bo Xingzhi's man too...?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I swallowed the word "friend" back down my throat.

Rong Zhi pursed his thin lips slightly, "There is no problem with my sexual orientation."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's heart pounded and her face flushed red.

She knew very well whether he had a problem or not.

Unless, of course, he's bisexual.

Seeing her silence, Rong Zhi added, "I don't like men."

Sang Yuwan was stunned for a moment, her face flushed red, and she said coldly, "Whether you like men or not has nothing to do with me."

Rong Zhi's brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes narrowed a little.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes blazing with anger.

Rong Zhi's eyes were lowered, his thick eyelashes covering them.

Their eyes met.

Ambiguity seeped into the air, fermenting uncontrollably and spreading subtly through their hearts.

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved. "I'll ask you one last time, what do you really want?"

Rong Zhi leaned slightly forward, meeting Rong Zhi's gaze at him.

"I want a child."

Finally, he added a sentence.

"Me and your child."

Every word carried immense pressure, causing Sang Yuwan's heart to race.

She glared at him, her eyes filled with endless anger and hatred.

"Rong Zhi, do you know what you're saying?"

Rong Zhi stared intently into her eyes, his gaze seemingly shrouded in a thin mist, within which two blazing flames burned.

Their eyes were fervent, filled with anticipation.

"I want nothing but my child."

He spoke again.

The deep, resonant sound was like a tsunami.

The bone-chilling cold froze Sang Yuwan's blood vessels inch by inch.

She stood frozen in place, her finger bones turning faintly white.

Rong Zhi turned around and walked to the prayer cushion, where he knelt down.

After a long while, Sang Yuwan finally came to her senses. She gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and her eyes were filled with suppressed hatred.

"If you've got the guts, look at your older brother and say what you just said again."

Rong Zhi looked at Bo Xingzhi's portrait, his gaze darkening, and spoke in a measured tone.

"Compared to strangers, my brother would much rather the child in my sister-in-law's belly be mine."

A tender voice, gentle yet with an obsessive streak.

Sang Yuwan was greatly shocked, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she almost lost her balance.

She hurriedly sat down, gripping the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands.

After a moment, she laughed in exasperation, a sarcastic smile curving her lips.

What he wanted was a child.

A gentle night breeze carried the fragrance of incense.

The air inside the mourning hall was already a bit chilly. A gust of wind blew, and Sang Yuwan couldn't help but sneeze. "Achoo..."

Rong Zhi frowned and said with concern, "Go back to your room and rest. I'll take care of things here."

Sang Yuwan didn't think he was being considerate of her. She took a deep breath and slightly curved her lips, "Bo Xingzhi and you, are you really just brothers?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eternal lamp under the crystal coffin sizzled and exploded like oil being boiled over a raging fire.

The atmosphere inside the mourning hall was strangely eerie.

Sang Yuwan's heart pounded, and an ominous premonition suddenly welled up within her.

Rong Zhi's face remained expressionless as he retorted, "What do you think our relationship is?"

Sang Yuwan gripped the mourning clothes tightly with her fingers resting on her knees, her heart sinking rapidly with his words.

"Bo Xingzhi is dead, you can seize the throne now, why 'give' me the opportunity?"

Rong Zhi slightly raised his eyes, his expression calm yet exuding a powerful aura. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Sang Yuwan's expression froze slightly, then she sneered, "Just because I want it, you're going to help me?"

Rong Zhi's expression remained calm and composed. "Whatever you want, I will help you get it."

Sang Yuwan's temples throbbed heavily. "Why did you help me?"

"I like you, do you believe me?"

Rong Zhi's voice was low and magnetic, like shattered glass, slowly tearing the strings of reason.

Sang Yuwan felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her head, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms, yet she felt no pain whatsoever.

"You and Bo Xingzhi are really good brothers."

Rong Zhi knelt on the prayer mat, his back straight.

He is him, and I am me. He may deceive you, but I may not.

Sang Yuwan's expression changed drastically, anger surging across her face like a tidal wave. She gripped the armrest of the chair, stood up angrily, and fixed her cold gaze on his face.

"Rong Zhi, from now on, remember your place. If you dare to say such nonsense to me again, I will definitely punish you according to family rules."

Rong Zhi's thin lips curled slightly. "If you want to secure your position as the head of the family, the child is the key."

"you……"