Chapter 168 His biological mother is in Jiangcheng

"Rong Zhi, shut up!"

Ning Wanzhen interrupted him before he could finish, her eyes red and her voice hoarse.

The incense sticks burning wafted upwards and swirled. The air pressure inside the ancestral hall suddenly dropped.

Rong Zhi turned slightly and looked at Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet. "Mother, anyone with a little medical knowledge knows that two people with type O blood cannot have a child with type A blood."

Ning Wanzhen's heart clenched painfully. She gasped for breath, her face filled with anger. "What makes you so sure that Xingzhi is blood type A?"

Rong Zhi said calmly, "Because my elder brother and I have the same blood type."

Ning Wanzhen froze, her face turning deathly pale, which made her eyes appear even more glaringly red.

Rong Zhi paused, then said, "Do you think Father adopted me simply because of my face?"

Ning Wanzhen's eyes widened, as if she understood something. Her lips trembled, "You..."

Rong Zhi continued, "Since I'm here to protect my elder brother from disaster, I must be prepared to save him at all times. If necessary, I'll even drain my blood to save him."

The air suddenly became heavy.

The solemn and dignified ancestral hall gradually became gloomy.

Ning Wanzhen stared at Bo Yuanshan's memorial tablet, biting her pale lips, her eyes brimming with tears. "Yuanshan, tell me, this isn't true..."

Rong Zhi's expression was cold. "Mother, you've already suspected it in your heart, but you just don't want to admit it."

"No, I don't know..." Ning Wanzhen felt a chill in her heart, a coldness rising from the soles of her feet, making her body stiff.

A chilling glint flashed in Rong Zhi's eyes. "Mother, don't you want to know whose child my eldest brother really is?"

Ning Wanzhen swayed violently twice, reaching out to steady herself on the offering table. After gasping for breath for a few minutes, she finally said in a hoarse voice, "He is my son. He is my son."

Rong Zhi pursed his thin lips slightly, his face growing increasingly cold and stern. "Your son was already aborted by Bo Yuanshan long ago."

The truth, like a poisoned arrow, pierced Ning Wanzhen's heart. Pain spread, tearing at her very core. She braced her right hand on the offering table and slowly turned to the side.

She gently raised her eyes to look at Rong Zhi, the redness in her eyes somewhat alarming. "Rong Zhi, what is your purpose in fabricating these things?"

"Fabricated?" Rong Zhi chuckled softly, his gaze suddenly turning cold and sharp. "The evidence is conclusive. Do you want to see it?"

Ning Wanzhen felt as if she had fallen into an icy pool, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She took several deep breaths, raised one hand, and pointed at Rong Zhi, "You fabricated everything, so naturally you prepared all the evidence."

Rong Zhi sneered, "I don't have time for that."

Ning Wanzhen was trembling all over, her forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. "Rong Zhi, you're a real scoundrel. Xingzhi is dead, and you still dare to slander him."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and his voice was low, "Slander? Ha. Mother, he's dead. Why would I need to slander him?"

Ning Wanzhen was panting, her face turning from white to blue, and then back to white.

Before she could speak, Rong Zhi continued, "His biological mother is in Jiangcheng."

Ning Wanzhen's breath caught in her throat, and wisps of smoke obscured her vision. It felt as if a stone was pressing on her heart, or as if a giant hand were tearing it to pieces.

"Keep making this up..."

Rong Zhi slowly spoke, "I can arrange for you to meet."

"You..." Ning Wanzhen's blood froze instantly, her vision went black, and she fell forward.

Rong Zhi reacted quickly and grabbed her arm.

Ning Wanzhen tried hard to open her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering incessantly.

Rong Zhi immediately called the man in black in, "Take the old lady to the hospital."

"I..." Ning Wanzhen's breath caught in her throat, and she completely fainted.

The man in black carried Ning Wanzhen out.

Rong Zhi looked at Bo Yuanshan's memorial tablet, his eyes growing colder with each passing moment. "Father, everyone says you are a great philanthropist. But who knows how despicable your methods are?"

A wisp of smoke rose up, seemingly in silent response.

Rong Zhi's cold lips twitched. He turned around and spoke to Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet, "Brother, Father really went to great lengths to ensure that you could inherit everything from the Bo family."

A sudden gust of wind swept through the ancestral hall, and the incense in front of the memorial tablets of Bo Xingzhi and Bo Yuanshan went out abruptly.

Rong Zhi turned around and walked out.

Mingming hurried over and said, "Second Master, Madam wants to see you."

Rong Zhi was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself, "At the company, she always deliberately keeps her distance from me, so why is she not being so considerate now?"

"What brings you here, Madam?"

Minglang walked too fast, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. "You'll know when you get there."

Rong Zhi took a deep breath and strode towards the main house.

Sang Yuwan was resting with her eyes closed in the small living room of the suite on the second floor when the steward stood at the door, his voice panicked, "Madam, the Second Master and the Old Madam had a fight, and the Old Madam fainted from anger."

"What did you say?" Sang Yuwan hurriedly stood up.

She arrived at the door, her pretty face slightly tense. "Notify Dr. Xu immediately."

The steward lowered his head, looking anxious and uneasy. "Second Master has already sent someone to take the old lady to the hospital."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ning Xin'er ran over crying, "Sister-in-law, what happened to my aunt?"

Upon seeing this, Sang Yuwan frowned. "You weren't with the old lady?"

Ning Xin'er choked up, "My second brother kicked me out."

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she vaguely guessed what was going on. She immediately closed the door and went downstairs.

Ning Xin'er followed closely behind her, "Sister-in-law, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have left..."

Sang Yuwan felt extremely irritated just listening to her speak. Her gaze darkened as she suppressed her emotions.

Ning Xin'er ignored her and continued, "Second brother has never liked aunt, he wouldn't..."

"Shut up." Sang Yuwan could no longer bear it, paused in her steps, and coldly rebuked him.

Ning Xin'er didn't have time to pull her foot back, and she crashed straight into her.

Time stood still at that moment.

Sang Yuwan, who had reached the middle of the stairs, suddenly lost her balance and swayed twice.

"Madam!!!" The old house steward, who was walking at the very back, hurriedly reached out his hand.

Even if he reacted quickly, it was too late after being separated by several flights of stairs.

"Sister-in-law..." Ning Xin'er seemed terrified and covered her mouth with both hands.

Sang Yuwan's heart sank heavily. She subconsciously reached out to try and grab something, but only grasped at nothingness.

“Madam…” A bright voice rang out almost simultaneously with them.

Before Sang Yuwan could think any further, she heard hurried footsteps and then fell into a broad embrace.

The familiar scent of pine wood was infused with the aroma of incense.

Her chest heaved as she gently lifted her eyelids. Her clear eyes reflected a sharply defined face.

"Minglang, teach this despicable wretch a lesson!"

The male voice was deep and cold, like a sharp blade.

"Yes, Second Master," Minglang replied.

"Ah!" Ning Xin'er's scream rang in my ears.

Minglang slapped her hard twice across the face.

Rong Zhi carried Sang Yuwan downstairs.

The steward stood there, unsure of what to do.

Minglang raised his hand and slapped Ning Xin'er again.

She could no longer hold on and collapsed on the stairs, the sharp pain of her crashing heavily against the cold, hard steps.

At that moment, pain shot through her entire body, almost suffocating her. Everything went black, and the whole world seemed to fall into darkness and chaos.