Chapter 8 What, you dare not accept it?

After days of welcoming and seeing off guests, Sang Yuwan was utterly exhausted.

If I stay up all night again, I'm afraid I'll look so haggard at the funeral tomorrow that I won't be able to show my face to anyone.

At this point, I have to thank Rong Zhi.

If it weren't for him, she would still have to go to the funeral hall to spend Bo Xingzhi's last night in this world.

Sang Yu lay down, the hot water flowing over her chest, her eyes slightly closed, her mind blank.

Warm water with added essential oil.

Sang Yuwan's eyelids gradually grew heavy. Before long, she fell asleep and had a nightmare she had long forgotten.

An abandoned classroom.

A six-year-old girl was found with her hands and feet bound, her mouth taped shut with black tape. Blood was seeping from her forehead.

A biting wind blew in through the dilapidated window, and the temperature dropped to freezing.

The little girl shivered from the cold, her face as pale as paper. Tears welled up in her eyes and slowly dripped down.

As time ticked by, her eyes filled with deep despair.

Outside the window, snow suddenly began to fall. The air that rushed in froze into ice.

The little girl's long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears froze at the corners of her eyes.

Breathing, growing weaker and weaker.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, she saw a blurry figure.

"Wanwan, I'm here..."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

The heat spread, and it was hard to tell whether the moisture in the corners of my eyes and brows was tears or mist.

After a while, she grabbed the edge of the bathtub, slowly stood up, and then put on a bathrobe.

After drying her hair and getting ready to rest, her assistant, Xuansi, knocked on the door and came in.

"Madam, something has happened."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and she said coldly, "Speak properly."

Xian Si's forehead was sweating with nervousness. "Gu Jingheng's parents are here. They want to get an explanation from you."

Sang Yuwan was startled and stood up, throwing off the covers.

Perhaps I got up too suddenly, and I feel dizzy.

Xiansi caught her.

After Gu Jingheng and Bo Xingzhi got into trouble, she handled the situation properly immediately. The fact that Gu Jingheng's parents dared to come knocking on her door now means something must have gone wrong somewhere.

“Madam, how about we hand it over to the Second Master to handle?” Xian Si suggested.

Sang Yuwan took two deep breaths, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes. "No need."

Xian Si was still uneasy. "Madam, they came in a very aggressive manner. They must know about the relationship between Master Bo and Secretary Gu. This matter is, after all, somewhat dishonorable. Would it be better to let Second Master handle it?"

Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted slightly, and a cold smile appeared on her lips. "They are looking for me, not Second Master."

Xian Si was taken aback.

Sang Yuwan added, "Have Minglang take them to the tea room on the east side of the mourning hall."

"Yes." Xian Si's palms were sweating.

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Fifteen minutes later.

Sang Yuwan appeared before Gu Jingheng's parents.

She was dressed in a simple black outfit, with a black veil on her arm and her long hair tied up with a silver hairpin.

She possesses a cool and elegant demeanor, exuding unparalleled nobility.

Minglang quickly walked to her side. "Madam, I'm sorry, but they insist on seeing you. They threatened to expose Mr. Bo's secret if you don't see them."

"Oh?" Sang Yuwan glanced at Gu Jingheng's parents, sat down, and smiled slightly. "I wonder what secret my Mr. Bo has that made you two come over in the middle of the night."

Sang Yuwan spoke calmly, but her gaze was as sharp as a knife, exuding a chilling aura.

Gu Jingheng's parents exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with panic.

"you say……"

“You are the head of the household, you say…”

Sang Yuwan slightly lifted her eyelids, adopting a condescending posture, "Gentlemen, the Bo family is not a place you can just walk into. If you can't explain yourselves, I'm afraid you two cannot bear the crime of causing trouble."

His cold voice was like ice hitting jade.

Upon hearing this, Gu Jingheng's father gritted his teeth and pulled something out of his pocket. His wrinkled hands trembled violently.

"Madam Bo, this is Mr. Bo and my Jingheng's marriage certificate. They are the real couple..."

Minglang was shocked and gasped.

He knew that Bo Xingzhi and Gu Jingheng were gay, but he never expected that they would actually get a marriage certificate.

This was tantamount to stabbing Sang Yuwan in the wound again.

Minglang, protecting his master, rebuked, "Nonsense..."

“Ah Lang.” Xian Si winked at him.

Minglang lowered his head, his chest heaving, silently processing what he had just done.

Sang Yuwan remained calm, casually lowering her gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Xiansi, bring it here, let me take a good look."

“Yes, Madam.” Xian Si stepped forward and snatched the marriage certificate from Gu’s father’s hand.

“Oh, you…” Mr. Gu’s expression froze, and the muscles on his face contracted.

Mother Gu clutched the hem of her clothes, opened her mouth, but made no sound.

Xian Si handed the marriage certificate to Sang Yuwan, "Madam, here you go."

Sang Yuwan accepted it, her heart surging with a tumultuous wave of emotions, which quickly subsided into calm.

Seeing this, Gu's mother nudged Gu's father lightly with her elbow.

Understanding the implication, Mr. Gu boldly added, "Mrs. Bo, we didn't come here today to make things difficult for you. After all, you are also a victim."

Sang Yuwan suddenly raised her eyes, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her clear, dark eyes. "Tell me, how much do you want?"

At the negotiating table, she always advocated for a quick and decisive outcome.

Moreover, the other party was Gu Jingheng's parents; even saying a single word to them felt disgusting.

When Gu's father saw the look she was giving him, he felt an inexplicable urge to kneel down.

He had heard about this woman from his son before; she was ruthless and decisive. Employees of the "Bo Group" privately referred to her as a "female demon."

This time, if they hadn't been encouraged by others, they would never have dared to go to her door.

Sang Yuwan stared at Gu's father, her thin lips curving slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips, "Xiansi."

Xiansi immediately understood, walked over to Minglang, and whispered something in his ear.

Minglang nodded.

Gu Jingheng's parents felt a chill run down their spines, a sense of foreboding creeping over them.

Two minutes passed.

Mr. Gu gritted his teeth, his body tensed, and the veins on his neck bulged. "Mrs. Bo, we won't ask for more, this is the amount."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right arm and spread his five fingers.

Sang Yuwan sat quietly, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Just tell me how much you want."

Gu Jingheng's parents were surprised that she was so easy to talk to, and their eyes showed a hint of delight.

Gu's father steeled himself and said, "Fifty million."

Mrs. Gu was stunned, "You..."

Their original plan was to ask for five million.

"Don't speak." Mr. Gu glared at her fiercely.

Mother Gu immediately pursed her lips and curled her toes.

Sang Yuwan glanced at the two of them, her lips curving into a deeper smile, "Add another zero."

Gu Jingheng's parents were so shocked that they opened their mouths wide and couldn't speak.

Five hundred million.

They could never spend all that money in several lifetimes.

Minglang walked over and handed Sang Yuwan a lighter that looked like a ballpoint pen.

Gu Jingheng's parents were overjoyed, thinking they would be able to sign the papers and receive the money immediately.

Sang Yuwan's dark eyes were like a clear pool, incredibly pure and serene. "What, you don't dare to take it?"