Chapter 217 Resurrection from the Dead

Sang Yuwan curled her lips, a faint smile appearing in her eyes, "Obey me? Master Rong, I'm not a three-year-old child anymore."

"I'm worried about you." Rong Zhi was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice, elegant and mellow, alluring yet heart-fluttering.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, as if a thin thread was tugging at it. She subconsciously raised her hand to press against her chest, trying to hide the palpitation.

The air around us suddenly became more ambiguous.

Sang Yuwan looked at the young couple embracing intimately on TV, took a deep breath, and replied, "I don't need you to worry about me."

Rong Zhi chuckled softly, "Always keeping people at arm's length."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, as if brushed by a light feather. An indescribable emotion swept over her, and she pursed her lips.

The sound of a man and woman talking on the television reached Rong Zhi's end.

His deep, magnetic voice softened slightly, “Remember, don’t leave the villa before I get back.”

Finally, she added, "Wanwan, be a good girl."

Sang Yuwan's fingers, gripping the phone tightly and turning white, murmured, "Hang up."

Rong Zhi was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking, his voice as usual, "Get some rest."

Sang Yuwan hung up the phone.

She stared intently at the television, her vision gradually blurring.

Ten minutes later.

Minglang went upstairs again.

"Madam, that woman's identity has been confirmed; she is the mistress of the owner of unit 1308."

Sang Yuwan remained expressionless, her voice tinged with coldness, "I want to know, what is her relationship with Shen Yilin?"

Minglang lowered his head slightly. "Shen Yilin's mother is her aunt."

“That’s right.” Sang Yuwan’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Minglang added, "Madam, perhaps I should bring men to capture her. That way, Shen Yilin won't dare to act rashly."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and her voice was as cold as ice, "If you bring her here, Shen Yilin can use that as an excuse to openly barge in and demand her back."

Minglang was shocked. His chest heaved violently, and he lowered his head even further. "Madam, it was my oversight."

Sang Yuwan leaned back, shifting into a more comfortable sitting position. She looked at the television screen, the beautiful images on it flashing past her eyes.

Seeing that she remained silent, Minglang also held his breath.

The villa was surrounded by bodyguards.

People were even stationed at several key intersections in the community.

Even so, Minglang's nerves remained taut. It's no exaggeration to say that at this moment, every cell in his body was on high alert.

Seeing that he was standing still, Sang Yuwan couldn't help but glance at him sideways. "Is there anything else?"

Minglang was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly said, "I'm waiting for Madam's instructions."

The light and shadow projected from the television fell on Sang Yuwan's face, her gaze growing colder and more somber. "I have no instructions."

Minglang curled his toes slightly. "Madam, I'll be going now."

"Mm," Sang Yuwan responded, then looked away.

Minglang slowly walked out.

A few minutes later, Sang Yuwan turned off the TV and got up to go to the bedroom.

She turned off her phone as well.

Lie down.

She gently stroked her lower abdomen, "Baby, don't worry, no one can hurt us."

She turned the bedside lamp to its dimmest setting and slowly closed her eyes.

This night was anything but peaceful.

Sang Yuwan tossed and turned, taking countless deep breaths, but still couldn't fall asleep completely.

In her dazed state, she vaguely heard someone calling her name.

"The setting sun... the setting sun..."

She tried to open her eyes to see clearly, but her eyelids were stuck together like glue, and she couldn't pull them open no matter how hard she tried.

"The setting sun... the setting sun..."

The deep, dark voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Sang Yuwan's heartstrings tightened inch by inch, her eyelashes fluttering incessantly. She couldn't open her eyes. She couldn't even make a sound.

"Sang Yuwan, your mother killed my mother. Daughters must pay for their mother's sins. Go to hell."

The sinister male voice was tinged with intense hatred.

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched heavily, and her heart started beating faster.

Ring ring—

The landline in the bedroom suddenly rang.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

As the dim light fell, the beads of sweat on my forehead glistened.

She slowly sat up and picked up the telephone receiver.

"Sang Yu Wan, did you sleep well?"

A low, menacing male voice, accompanied by a sinister, cold laugh.

Sang Yuwan suddenly turned on the bedside lamp, took a deep breath, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her lips. "Only those who can't stand the light will hide in the darkness."

"Heh." The other person laughed coldly. "The one who truly cannot stand the light of day is you, Sang Yuwan."

Sang Yuwan's expression immediately turned extremely ugly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "Shen Yilin, whether I can be seen in the light of day or not is up to you to decide."

The other party said sinisterly, "Sang Yuwan, not only you, but even the child in your belly cannot be exposed to the light of day."

Sang Yuwan's breath hitched, her crimson eyes filled with rage, but her face remained expressionless. Her heart skipped a beat, though.

"Shen Yilin, how did you get here? Didn't Old Master Shen tell you?"

The other person seemed to pause for a moment, then said in a deep, menacing tone, "Sang Yuwan, don't change the subject."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "You're panicking."

The other person's tone became increasingly sinister, "You, an illegitimate daughter, dare to question me?"

Sang Yuwan's face was cold and indifferent as she sneered, "When my parents were dating, your mother wasn't even around yet."

The other party retorted, "My mother is the lawfully wedded wife of the Shen family. What is Lan Xin compared to her?"

Sang Yuwan's expression was calm, but her tone was icy. "That marriage was all arranged by Old Master Shen. My father didn't even attend."

"Nonsense!" The other party laughed angrily. "Sang Yuwan, your ability to distort the truth really comes from your shameless mother."

"Shen Yilin, try swearing again." Sang Yuwan's patience ran out, and her tone was filled with heavy anger.

"Threaten me? Ha." The other party chuckled sinisterly. "I, Shen Yilin, am least afraid of threats."

Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, and she calmly said, "That woman in villa 1308, isn't your aunt, but your biological mother?"

The other person's breathing sounded noticeably heavier.

Upon seeing this, Sang Yuwan knew she was right.

She had previously looked up information about Shen Yilin's mother; he only had one aunt and no other aunt.

Moreover, my aunt has passed away.

When she saw the woman's face in the view from the garage, she had a guess in her mind.

Unexpectedly, she guessed correctly.

That woman was Shen Yilin's biological mother.

Rumor has it that ten years ago, she was suffering from severe illness and, unable to bear it any longer, took a large amount of sleeping pills.

The Shen family subsequently issued an obituary.

Who would have thought that ten years later, she would actually appear in Jiangcheng?

Sang Yuwan continued, "Shen Yilin, think it over carefully. If you still don't repent, don't blame me for being ruthless."