Chapter 182 Wasn't she dead?

Rong Zhi remained calm and composed, his voice low and deep, "Perhaps even Rong Sheng was involved."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired elder trembled with anger, saying, "This is getting more and more outrageous."

She paused, then looked at Rong Moyuan, "Moyuan, it seems we can't hold this meeting today. Let's reschedule."

His tone of inquiry clearly indicated that he was on Rong Moyuan's side.

"Second Uncle, I'm sorry." Rong Moyuan spoke to him with a somewhat respectful tone.

Upon hearing this, the group whispered, "Let's go."

Just as they were about to lift their feet, Rong Zhi's pupils darkened, his deep eyes as dark as the night, "This meeting must be held today."

“Rong Zhi, we’ve tolerated you for so long out of respect for the old patriarch. In any case, we’re not holding this meeting.” The white-haired elder’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Rong Moyuan then said, "Second Uncle, take care."

Seeing this, everyone headed towards the door.

A deep voice came from behind.

"Rong Huian, adding sodium chloride to traditional Chinese medicine, you probably wouldn't have thought of such a ruthless trick."

Everyone stopped instantly, turned around, and looked at Rong Huian, who was stunned.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead, and she trembled like a leaf. She bit her lower lip, her face a mixture of red and white.

Rong Moyuan's expression changed, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force. "Rong Zhi, if you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being impolite."

Rong Zhi's cold face remained calm. He looked at the crowd, his eyes filled with icy coldness, "Didn't you want evidence?"

He winked at the man in black not far away.

The man in black immediately turned on the projector.

Soon, images appeared on the screen.

On the operating table in the emergency center lay a woman, her flesh mangled and bloody.

The blood was scarlet, unusually vibrant.

Several timid members of the Rong family shuddered and closed their eyes in fright.

Rong Moyuan's pupils contracted, his voice filled with extreme anger, "Rong Zhi, what exactly do you want to do?"

Rong Zhi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, his pupils dark and deep. "What's the panic?"

Rong Moyuan's heart raced, and his temples throbbed twice. "Even if you dig up all the photos of the accident from back then, so what?"

The white-haired elder glared at him, "Rong Zhi, are you trying to make sure the young lady has no place to live?"

Rong Zhi curled his lips into a smile and said in a low voice, "It is you who are preventing her from having a safe place to live."

His gaze darkened, and his tone became much harsher, "If you have nothing to hide, then read this carefully."

Rong Moyuan stood rooted to the spot, his brows furrowed deeply, as if two mountain peaks had coalesced on his forehead. His deep eyes burned like flames, intense and filled with rage, his eyeballs seemingly about to leap from their sockets as he stared directly at Rong Zhi, the one who had ignited his fury.

His lips were tightly pressed together, and his lower lip trembled slightly from the effort. "Rong Zhi, if you keep doing this, I really won't be polite anymore."

A chill ran down Rong Huian's spine, so cold that she hugged her arms. She looked at Rong Moyuan and opened her mouth.

Rong Moyuan glared at her fiercely, signaling her not to make any rash moves.

Rong Huian bit her lip hard, and a strong, metallic taste of blood quickly filled her mouth.

The man in black pressed the remote control again.

An autopsy report appeared on the screen.

The font size at the top is gradually increased.

All eyes were focused on the cause of death.

Sodium cyanide poisoning.

Five large, bold characters, like gleaming, sharp knives, pierced straight into everyone's eyes.

"Poisoning?"

"how so?"

"What exactly was the cause of the young lady's death?"

"She clearly died in a car accident, everyone saw it!"

"Rong Zhi dared to release these things, which clearly indicates that they are the real truth."

"But how could someone as wise as the old man not have found these things?"

"If someone is deliberately covering it up, then we can't say for sure."

“How could the eldest master and the second young lady do such a thing? I think it’s because Rong Zhi is unwilling to give up everything of the Rong family, so he’s stirring up trouble.”

“That’s true. If that’s really the case, why didn’t he say it when he was alive, but had to say it now?”

"No wonder the old man has always refused to acknowledge him. His father..."

The crowd whispered among themselves.

Rong Zhi's expression hardened slightly, and he spoke coldly, "Rong Moyuan, if you speak now, I can still spare your life."

Rong Moyuan's face darkened. "What did I say?"

Rong Zhi said coldly, "If you won't talk, then keep reading."

The man in black lightly touched the screen, and a woman in her sixties appeared on the curtain.

When Rong Huian saw her, he was so frightened that he covered his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

"She...she's dead...isn't she...?"

Rong Moyuan gritted his teeth and hissed angrily, "Get out of here."

Upon hearing this, Rong Huian reacted as if she had received a pardon. She bit her lip and hurriedly ran towards the door.

A servant of the Rong family stopped her.

“You…” Rong Huian was startled, and his heart became increasingly flustered.

"Rong Huian, you didn't expect this old woman to still be alive, did you?"

The hoarse voice sounded like it came from hell.

Rong Huian was so frightened that his breath stopped, his back was covered in cold sweat, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes fixed on the person on the screen.

They all knew this person.

Rong Sheng's personal maid can also be considered his bed warmer.

Rong Moyuan's chest heaved violently, each breath like a storm raging within his chest, causing his entire body to tremble slightly. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white from the excessive force, veins bulging like ancient tree roots winding across his skin.

An invisible tension seemed to permeate the air in the hall, his long-suppressed anger finally erupting.

"Rong Zhi, stop playing tricks. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

"Give it to me?" Rong Zhi's lips curled into a large, mocking smile. "I'm just taking back what rightfully belonged to my mother. Most importantly, I want the person who truly killed her to receive the punishment they deserve."

Rong Huian's mind went blank, as if struck by lightning. In an instant, she collapsed onto the cold floor tiles.

This situation aroused suspicion among the public.

Could it be that Rong Lan's death was really related to her?

Rong Moyuan lowered his eyes, glared at her fiercely, and scolded, "Get up now."

His voice was low and hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an undeniable authority and anger. As he spoke, fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, intertwining with the wrinkles that were more pronounced with anger.

The air around him seemed to grow heavy with his anger.

Everyone's breathing was heavy and painful.

Rong Huian suddenly looked up, her eyes widening as she stared at the person on the screen, her lips turning cold, "She..."

"Young Master Azhi, I am guilty."

The person on the curtain spoke again.

The veins on Rong Moyuan's temples bulged, his anger reaching its peak. He grabbed a teacup and threw it heavily at the curtain.