Chapter 113 Hoping that from now on, I can appear here openly and honestly.

Lan Xiya froze and looked up.

Bang--

The study door slammed shut.

Lan Xiya's eyes widened, and she frowned. "What did I just hear?"

Minglang entered right on time and respectfully said to her, "Madam, I'll see you downstairs."

Lan Xiya asked instinctively, "Minglang, has Second Master been here before?"

Minglang's heart leaped into her throat, her head slightly lowered. Her fingertips dug into her palms, and she tried her best to remain calm.

"Besides you and Madam Bo, no one else has been here. Oh, Young Master Mingyi came once. Also, early this morning, three staff members from the Independent Commission Against Corruption..."

"Alright, stop talking." Lan Xiya frowned. "I must have misheard."

Minglang's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart pounded wildly. "Madam, what did you hear?"

Lan Xiya sighed, looking worried. "It's nothing."

In the study.

Rong Zhi placed his hands on Sang Yuwan's waist, his eyelids lowered, and a smile playing in his eyes.

Sang Yuwan tilted her head back, her eyes filled with anger. Her voice, deliberately lowered, was very soft, but her tone was extremely heavy, "Rong Zhi, don't keep testing my patience."

Rong Zhi laughed and said, "Next time, I'll just turn it off."

"You want a next time?" Sang Yuwan's face turned pale.

Rong Zhi's voice was deep and magnetic, "I hope that in the future, I can appear here openly and honestly."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, a surge of emotion welling up inside her, a mixture of anger and resentment. "From now on, you are not allowed to come here again."

Rong Zhi reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear. "That's hard to say."

Sang Yuwan's face flushed red, and her clear eyes were also tinged with anger because of him.

She paused for a few seconds, then coldly uttered a single word, "Get lost."

Rong Zhi did not let go, his tone unhurried, "Mrs. Ming is probably not far away yet, wait for me to go down."

Sang Yuwan frowned deeply, her chest heaving rapidly, as if her anger had reached the tip of her tongue.

Rong Zhi added, "Now that you're pregnant, try to avoid getting angry."

Before Sang Yuwan could speak, he added, "By the way, the guide says that inexperienced new parents like us should take a get out of class at a prenatal class."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's angry face instantly turned into a summer thunderstorm, making the air in the study tense. Her brow furrowed, and she said in a deep voice, "Who is his father?"

Rong Zhi's brows furrowed slightly, a fleeting, melancholy light flashing in his eyes. After a few seconds, he gently parted his lips, "Bo Xingzhi."

Sang Yuwan broke free from his embrace, walked to the window, and turned her back to him.

Rong Zhi turned slightly to the side, looking at her back, his heart filled with complex emotions.

Ring ring—

His phone rang again, and he pressed the answer button.

In an instant, he seemed like a completely different person, his eyes turning cold and his tone becoming indifferent, "Miss Ming, trying to catch two fish with one bait. You really dare to dream."

Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted, and his brows furrowed.

Bright and cheerful?

She didn't mean to eavesdrop on Rong Zhi's phone call, but the other person just stood there without moving.

"You know what kind of person your sister is. If she's determined to suppress you, you can forget about ever working in this industry again."

As Sang Yuwan listened, she couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"You still have videos?" Rong Zhi's voice reached my ears again.

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, her lips pressed together, and she suppressed her anger.

Rong Zhi added, "I'll be right there. Until then, you'd better not make any rash moves."

He hung up the phone and walked over to Sang Yuwan. "Think about Mingmei's matter again."

Sang Yuwan turned her head, glanced at him, and said coldly, "Tell her that I'm not just making sure she can't make it in this industry."

Rong Zhi pursed his lips. "I understand." He paused, then added, "I'm leaving."

Sang Yuwan didn't turn around until she heard a car horn outside the window before returning to the living room.

She watched TV, but her mind kept replaying what Rong Zhi had just said.

She also knew that Qin Zhihua, as a newcomer, was indeed not as good as Mingmei in terms of acting skills. Moreover, filming for "Confessions of Time" had already been underway for three days. The crew members were quite familiar with Mingmei. Changing the role at the last minute would definitely have a significant impact.

Rong Zhi's reminder was reasonable.

Is she really willing to put the entire crew at risk for her own selfish desires?

Sang Yuwan hesitated.

She recalled Rong Zhi's conversation with Mingmei.

Mingmei said she still had the video.

I don't know if it's true or false.

If it were true, Mingmei might impulsively upload the video. The damage to Bo Xingzhi's reputation would be a minor issue; the Bo Group would be plunged into a massive crisis.

Sang Yuwan thought for a moment, then picked up her phone and called Xiansi.

-

Night falls.

The sky gradually darkened, and a few lone stars twinkled.

The bright headlights pierced through the black clothes as the car sped towards the Bo family's old residence.

In the back seat of the car sat a young woman. She was slender and dressed elegantly.

As they approached the Bo family's old residence, the driver in the front seat glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Miss, should we call Old Madam Bo first?"

The woman smiled faintly, "No. I want to give my aunt a surprise."

The driver's tone was somewhat flattering, "With Mr. Bo gone, the old lady is heartbroken. Seeing you will surely cheer her up."

The woman smiled wryly, "I hope so."

The driver added, "I heard that Mr. Bo's wife only kept vigil for him at the old house for seven days, and after Mr. Bo's funeral, she rarely returned to the Bo family home. I imagine the old lady must be very lonely."

The woman glanced out the window and said, "From the first moment I saw that woman, I knew she was no ordinary person."

"She's really something. An outsider, she actually became the head of the Bo family." The driver was a bit too talkative.

The woman scoffed, "That's all thanks to Second Master Bo. Without him, could she have gotten that position?"

The driver nodded. "That's for sure. Miss, this Second Master Bo is quite interesting. He'd rather support a woman than sit in the car himself."

The woman couldn't help but show her anger. "He has no right to do so either."

The driver was puzzled. "Although he is an adopted son of the Bo family, your uncle relied on him quite a lot when he was alive."

A hint of disdain flashed in the woman's eyes. "Do you know why my uncle adopted him?"

Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink.

The woman's face was gloomy.