Chapter 13 I actually think his driving skills are pretty good.

Sang Yuwan's dark pupils flashed with anger as she gritted her teeth. "Minglang, you stay here and find out the truth before you go back. Xiansi, get in the car."

Before Rong Zhi could say anything more, she walked confidently to his car, opened the door, and got in.

Bang--

Just as Rong Zhi was about to lift his foot, she slammed the car door shut beside him.

The loud noise startled the tribespeople who were peeking from a distance.

Rong Zhi's cold lips twitched almost imperceptibly as he quickly bypassed the rain and got into the car from the other side.

Strings got into the passenger seat.

As Minglang watched them leave, he felt uneasy.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Xiansi, telling her to be extra vigilant and protect the lady.

A flashback. "Don't worry."

To everyone's surprise, as soon as the message was sent, the man in black driving the car raised the partition inside the vehicle.

Strings' heart suddenly caught in their throat.

Upon seeing this, Sang Yuwan's expression immediately turned sour.

I raised my hand and pressed the button on the baffle.

I don't know if it's because the car model is different or if other designs have been added.

The buttons are almost worn out, and the cover is unresponsive.

Sang Yuwan's expression darkened further. She turned her head to look at Rong Zhi and said, "Promote him."

"Madam, please be quiet. Let me sleep for a while."

The words, spoken with deliberate emphasis, carried an unspoken, alluring ambiguity.

Rong Zhi glanced to the side, his eyes bloodshot, and his deep, hoarse voice sounded tired.

After kneeling all night, both my body and mind need to relax.

Seeing this, Sang Yuwan felt a pang of pity. She took two deep breaths and leaned back slightly.

Rong Zhi's car is more spacious than hers.

There is enough space between the two people for one person to move.

The raindrops pattered on the car roof and windows, creating a chaotic sound from all directions.

Sang Yuwan's mind became increasingly chaotic.

Just like her relationship with Rong Zhi.

He is her nominal uncle, and may also be her nominal brother-in-law.

Despite their sensitive identities, the two had a sexual relationship on that day.

Her relationship with him was ultimately not innocent.

Because of their relationship, Sang Yuwan couldn't calm down. She leaned back in her chair, slightly turned her head, and looked over.

Rong Zhi seems to have fallen asleep.

Perhaps he was feeling unwell, for his brows furrowed slightly, and his lips were pressed tightly together. His Adam's apple was unusually sharp and prominent.

The images of that night of debauchery resurfaced in my mind.

"Could you get me the blanket?" Rong Zhi suddenly spoke up.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and her ears turned red. She then sat up straight and looked at him.

Rong Zhi kept his eyes slightly closed, without opening them.

Sang Yuwan breathed a sigh of relief, having almost been caught red-handed. She took a thin blanket, didn't even unfold it, and threw it directly into his arms.

Rong Zhi chuckled softly and lowered his voice, "Such a temper."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and her breath trembled slightly.

Rong Zhi closed his eyes and unfolded the blanket, just about to cover himself, when the man in black driving suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Unexpectedly, Sang Yuwan swayed violently twice and fell uncontrollably to the side.

Without veering off course, she fell right into Rong Zhi's arms.

The posture was ambiguous and intimate.

The crisp, invigorating scent of pine, mixed with a hint of sandalwood, suddenly rushed into Sang Yuwan's nostrils and penetrated her lungs.

Her heart was pounding, and her face was flushed.

Rong Zhi seemed to be stunned by this sudden scene, remaining motionless with a tightness in his throat.

Sang Yuwan bit her lower lip, struggling to get up. Her hands were just about to find a point of leverage when the car sped over a long series of speed bumps.

The slight jolt made her even more flustered, and somehow her right hand reached for his private parts.

A strong electric current spread from my fingertips to my limbs and bones, causing a pang of heart palpitation.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, his body tense. Certain thoughts grew stronger, and his "unrestrained" demeanor became more and more obvious.

He gently swallowed his Adam's apple. "Do you need my help?"

"No need." Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, braced herself with her left hand on the chair, and slowly sat down.

She straightened her clothes and hair, her chest still rising and falling slightly. "Second Master, it's time to change drivers."

Rong Zhi smiled slightly. "I think his driving skills are pretty good."

Sang Yuwan felt a surge of anger rising within her, and her temples twitched twice. "Second Master's standards for hiring people are truly different from mine."

Rong Zhi turned his head to look at her, a mysterious smile flashing in his eyes. "My standard is loyalty."

Sang Yuwan turned to the side, her back to him, and said nothing more.

Rong Zhi slowly loosened his clenched fingers, adjusted his posture, and gradually released the raging desire within him.

The raindrops grew denser and more frequent.

Both of their heartbeats were in disarray.

-

The Bo family cemetery is some distance from the old house, and with the heavy rain, it took longer than usual to get there.

As soon as the car came to a stop, servants from the Bo family approached, holding black umbrellas. Upon seeing Sang Yuwan, they immediately greeted her respectfully.

"Master, the old lady requests your presence."

Sang Yuwan stood under the umbrella, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and asked, "What is it?"

The servant shook his head.

Sang Yuwan turned around and said to Rong Zhi, who was getting out of the car, "Second Master, thank you."

Rong Zhi pursed his lips.

-

"Wanwan..."

Upon seeing Sang Yuwan, Ning Wanzhen immediately struggled to sit up. She hugged her tightly and burst into tears again.

Sang Yuwan patiently comforted her, "It's alright, Mom. Don't be sad. Xingzhi is gone, but you still have me..."

“Wanwan, you’re all I have left…” Ning Wanzhen choked up, “No, I still have my grandson…”

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and her arm trembled slightly.

The whereabouts of that fabricated "child" are still unknown.

Ning Wanzhen held her hands, her gaze fixed on her stomach, her eyes red and swollen.

"Wanwan, this is Xingzhi's only child. You must protect him and ensure that nothing happens to him..."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Sang Yuwan was somewhat annoyed, but she couldn't get angry.

Regardless of what kind of person Bo Xingzhi was, to Ning Wanzhen, he was her only son.

The loss of a black person by an elderly person is something most people cannot bear.

Moreover, he is an only child.

Ning Wanzhen cried so hard she almost passed out, and Sang Yuwan's eyes and brows were also covered in tears.

After a heart-wrenching cry, Ning Wanzhen's mood improved slightly. She took a couple of sips of water, wiping away her tears as she spoke.

"Wanwan, don't blame your mother for being nosy. In the future, you need to be mindful of your role in certain situations."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she was momentarily lost in thought.

Before she could respond, Ning Wanzhen added, "Rong Zhi is not a good person. Try to stay away from him in the future."

Sang Yuwan felt as if a thorn was stuck in her throat, making her breathing heavy and labored.

After a few seconds, she managed a weak smile and nodded sheepishly, "Mom, don't worry. I'll be more careful from now on."

“You today…” Ning Wanzhen hesitated for a moment, then choked back her words.

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched inexplicably, and she vaguely guessed what was going on.

Even a widowed sister-in-law who glances at her brother-in-law will start gossiping.

What's more, she was even riding in the same car as Rong Zhi.

It seems that some busybodies relayed this information to Ning Wanzhen.

Sang Yuwan felt a deep chill in her heart.

“Sigh…” Ning Wanzhen sighed, “Back then, I disagreed with Yuanshan adopting him…”

Sang Yuwan's chest tightened, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. "Mom, he and the Rong family of Beijing..."