Chapter 46 Suspicion Arises Again

Ning Wanzhen looked at what she was holding and was shocked.

These are clearly men's shirt cufflinks.

The presence of men's belongings in a widow's bedroom speaks volumes; even a fool could guess what that means.

Ning Wanzhen's expression changed drastically, her eyes filled with dark clouds, as if a storm was about to break.

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved, her heart filled with unease.

Ning Wanzhen had just finished fighting with Rong Zhi before she came in.

The clothes scattered on the floor were quickly gathered into the bathroom.

There wasn't enough time to thoroughly inspect the ground.

Ning Wanzhen remained silent for a few seconds, then gripped the shirt cufflink tightly. Her expression changed, and she said sternly, "Wanwan, move back to the old house tonight."

Instead of directly confronting her, she used a different approach to warn her.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, her mind racing, her eyes slightly shimmering. She replied casually, "Mom, this place is close to the company..."

“According to the Bo family rules, you should be observing mourning at the old house until the forty-seventh day after your death,” Ning Wanzhen interrupted angrily.

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's face instantly turned cold, and she lowered her voice, "Mom, I would like to stay until the forty-ninth day memorial, but can I rest for that long?"

Ning Wanzhen was taken aback.

With Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi gone, Sang Yuwan was doing the work of two men, carrying several times the burden on her shoulders. Not only could she not rest, but her working hours were even longer than before.

If it weren't for the Bo family and the "Bo Corporation," she wouldn't have to go through so much hardship.

What's more, she's currently pregnant.

Ning Wanzhen felt a sudden pang of sorrow, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened considerably.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened slightly, and she said again, "Mom, you said that I am not only your daughter-in-law, but also your daughter. What can't a mother and daughter say to each other?"

Ning Wanzhen's eyes reddened. She opened her palm, stared at the men's cufflink, and said angrily, "Wanwan, the seventh day after Xingzhi's death has not yet passed, and you bring another man here. How can I not be angry?"

This time, she did not mention Rong Zhi's name.

"Other men?" Sang Yuwan suppressed the turmoil in her heart, frowned, and feigned a puzzled expression.

"Look for yourself, what is this?" Ning Wanzhen's blood rushed to her head, and her neck turned bright red.

Sang Yuwan looked at her palm and slowly stood up. She reached out, took the cufflinks, and examined them carefully.

The black and gold cufflinks are inlaid with the pure gold letter "Z".

Sang Yuwan's eyebrows twitched slightly, her tone becoming much calmer, "Mom, it's just a shirt cufflink..."

"Just a cufflink? Even if my eyesight is failing, I know it's a man's thing." Ning Wanzhen's anger flared up once again.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, her gaze inadvertently lowering as her eyes reddened. "This is something related to Xingzhi. Look at this symbol..."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ning Wanzhen's eyes, and she froze for a moment.

“Z”.

Isn't it the first letter of the pinyin for "止"?

Sang Yuwan felt a lump in her throat, her voice tinged with sorrow, "We spent one night here a week before Xingzhi passed away..."

The rest is self-explanatory.

Ning Wanzhen had her doubts, but ultimately lacked direct evidence, so she had to give up. She took a deep breath, tears welling in her eyes, "Good child, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you again."

Sang Yuwan's long eyelashes drooped, casting a dark shadow over her eyes. Her heart pounded erratically, a feeling of indescribable unease washing over her. She remained silent, only gripping the cufflink tightly in her hand.

My palms hurt terribly.

Ning Wanzhen paused for a moment, then hugged her. "Wanwan, you need to keep Xingzhi's things safe. Even if they're not valuable, they can serve as a keepsake. Looking at them occasionally will help you remember him."

Every word, seemingly comforting, is actually heart-wrenching.

Sang Yuwan forced out a few tears, her voice low and hoarse, "Mom, Xingzhi, the child, and I will never forget him in this lifetime."

She said this with hatred in her heart.

Ning Wanzhen raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye, pursed her lips, and forced a smile. "Wanwan, I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Sang Yuwan felt a sharp pain in her palm; it felt as if the cufflink had pierced her hand. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. "Mom, I'll take you."

After this ordeal, Ning Wanzhen felt it was best not to stay any longer. "Don't go down there, just rest."

Sang Yuwan called Xuan Si over, then stood at the top of the stairs and watched Ning Wanzhen leave.

I waited until she went down to the first floor before turning around.

"Mother is gone?"

The deep male voice was like shards of sand being ground together, pricking Sang Yuwan's head and causing a sharp pain.

Suddenly, Rong Zhi reappeared.

He was wearing black trousers, shirtless, his well-defined muscles bulging.

Sang Yuwan recalled the encounter that had ended half an hour earlier, and the back of her ears suddenly turned red. She paused, then asked in confusion, "Where did you go just now?"

Rong Zhi's brow furrowed slightly. "Guess?"

Sang Yuwan glared at him and said irritably, "He crawled into the toilet."

As they spoke, they walked inside.

Rong Zhi followed her into the bedroom.

Thud—

The bedroom door was locked from the inside.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around again.

Rong Zhi seemed not to have expected her to turn around, and did not stop walking.

The next second, Sang Yuwan's forehead collided with his hard pectoral muscles, and she immediately saw stars. "Hiss..."

Rong Zhi's eyes flickered, and he pulled her directly into his arms, his warmth enveloping her completely.

Sang Yuwan clenched her fists and pressed them against his chest, angrily saying, "Let go."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids and raised an eyebrow, "Use and discard?"

Sang Yuwan gritted her teeth, "Let me go."

Rong Zhi smiled inexplicably, and instead of letting go, he hugged her even tighter.

Seeing that a storm was brewing, Sang Yuwan gritted her teeth and slashed his chest with her cufflinks.

Rong Zhi realized what was happening, and new marks were added to the red marks.

Accompanying the slight pain was an uncontrollable desire.

The blood is boiling.

He can come again, but she might not be able to handle it.

Rong Zhi's lips twitched slightly, and he slowly loosened his grip.

Sang Yuwan then took a few steps back, stood still, and threw the cufflink that belonged to him over hard.

It landed precisely at his feet.

Rong Zhi bent down and picked it up, looking at her, "Don't you want to keep it as a memento?"

Sang Yuwan felt a stab in her heart.

He had overheard the entire conversation with Ning Wanzhen.

Rong Zhi walked straight toward her, intending to sit down next to her.

Sang Yuwan's expression tightened. "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Rong Zhi frowned slightly, as if he were not paying attention. "I'm tired. Let's sit for a while before we go."

As the sun sets in the twilight years, words fail him, and his heart feels heavy with unease.

Rong Zhi leaned back, making the red marks on his chest even more noticeable.

Looking at her masterpiece, Sang Yuwan's heart raced even faster. She ripped off the hair drying cap, looked away, and turned her back to him.

Rong Zhi turned his head and caught a glimpse of her wet hair. His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

The air in the bedroom suddenly became quiet.

Heavy. Depressing.

Sang Yuwan felt uneasy and was about to speak when the other person suddenly stood up and picked her up in his arms.