Chapter 218 Sang Yuwan, you really make me worry.

Shen Yilin smiled sinisterly, "Sang Yuwan, who are you trying to scare?"

Sang Yuwan's clear eyes hardened with frost. "Take care of yourself."

Then, without waiting for the other party to speak, she hung up the phone.

The next second, she turned on her phone.

Beep beep beep—

As messages continued to arrive, Sang Yuwan's pupils constricted slightly, and her lips tightened into a straight line.

"Sang Yuwan, the child in your belly is Rong Zhi's, isn't it?"

"Heh. I don't dare respond. I feel guilty."

"Sang Yuwan, if this news gets out, I'd like to see how you'll still have the face to stay in Jiangcheng."

"What? Scared?"

"In your twilight years, if Bo Xingzhi's scandals, coupled with your own romantic escapades, were to become public, what would happen to the Bo family? What would become of the Bo clan?"

"Why don't you think about it again? Considering we grew up together, if you agree to my request, I promise I'll keep this secret for you."

All of this information was sent by Mingmei.

The time was half an hour ago.

Sang Yuwan's brows furrowed, a contemptuous smile playing in her eyes.

Exit.

Open another message.

Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted, and a strong feeling of nausea welled up in her stomach.

What the other party sent was a bloody, mangled photo.

That mass of flesh and blood was a newborn baby.

A line of text was also photoshopped onto the edge of the photo.

Even if I become a vengeful ghost, I will not let you go.

Sang Yuwan's vision turned blood red and gradually became blurry.

A wave of nausea washed over her, and she unconsciously bit her lips, as if trying to suppress the discomfort that was about to surge forth.

Through her blurry vision, the baby seemed to suddenly open its eyes and stare straight at her.

Sang Yuwan felt a cold sweat break out on his back, and his blood seemed to freeze.

Even more terrifying, the nausea in my stomach surged upwards rapidly, quickly reaching my mouth.

She hurriedly threw off the covers, got out of bed, and rushed into the bathroom.

She held on for a few seconds, then her breathing became rapid and heavy, each inhalation accompanied by the rise and fall of her chest and spasms deep in her throat.

Finally, she could no longer bear it, her body leaned forward slightly, and a violent vomiting followed.

"Ugh... Ugh..." Gradually, the air in the bathroom was filled with a strong, sour smell.

I vomited for about twenty minutes.

Sang Yuwan could no longer vomit anything from her stomach.

She frowned, leaned slightly forward, and braced her hands on the edge of the washbasin. Then, she scooped up a handful of water to rinse her mouth, which was filled with a bitter taste.

He took several deep breaths and then exhaled a long breath.

After a while, the discomfort in my stomach subsided a little.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. It felt like a huge rock was pressing on her heart, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Why would Xinglan send me a photo like that?

"It's Shen Yilin?!"

Sang Yuwan suddenly realized what was happening, and her heart sank to the bottom.

If Shen Yilin could hack into her computer, stealing Bo Xinglan's WeChat account would be a piece of cake.

"Shen Yilin!"

In his twilight years, veins bulged on his forehead, and his gaze turned icy cold.

She turned on the ventilation fan and lit a scented candle. Then, she took another shower.

By the time I finished packing, it was already 4:30 a.m.

She put on a long cardigan over her loungewear, took her phone, and walked out of the bedroom.

Because of that bloody and mangled photo, she felt extremely depressed at that moment.

Shen Yilin really has no bottom line when it comes to his actions.

Such a shameless person truly tarnishes the reputation of the Shen family.

Grandpa Shen, however, doted on her terribly.

Perhaps, it's simply because he is the only grandson of the Shen family.

Or perhaps, the tragedy of Shen Yilin's mother was caused by Old Master Shen himself, so he placed all his guilt on Shen Yilin.

beep beep—

The phone beeped again with a notification sound.

Sang Yuwan's gaze tightened slightly.

Perhaps worried about seeing something bloody, she didn't check immediately.

Buzz—

About five minutes later, my phone started vibrating rapidly.

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched suddenly. She took a deep breath and swiped open her phone screen.

"Shen Yilin, is this all the despicable tricks you know?"

There was a brief silence on the phone.

"Shen Yilin?"

A deep voice, with a slight upward inflection at the end.

Sang Yuwan was startled, pulled her arm back, and removed the phone from her ear. Looking down, she saw what was displayed on the phone screen.

Rong Zhi.

Seeing this, Sang Yuwan simply turned on speakerphone and said, "Second Master, good morning."

Rong Zhi smiled faintly, "Good morning, Madam."

For some reason, hearing his voice immediately eased Sang Yuwan's tension.

She shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Second Master called me early this morning; he clearly doesn't want me to get a proper rest."

Despite its cool and aloof tone, it sounded strangely coquettish.

Sang Yuwan herself was unaware of it.

Rong Zhi smiled and said, "Madam has a strong voice; she seems to have had a good rest."

Sang Yuwan was taken aback by his words, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Second Master really knows how to make things up."

Rong Zhi was silent for a few seconds, then his tone became slightly serious, "What did Shen Yilin do?"

Sang Yuwan's breath hitched, her chest heaving. "He hacked Bo Xinglan's WeChat account and sent me a disgusting photo."

"Forward it to me." Rong Zhi's tone left no room for argument.

Sang Yuwan's expression froze slightly. "I really don't want to click on it again."

“It does look disgusting.” Rong Zhi’s tone softened again. “I can come and see for myself.”

Sang Yuwan was startled, her heart pounding.

Rong Zhi's deep voice came again, "I'm coming to see now, open the door."

Sang Yuwan's body stiffened.

Knock knock knock—

The knocking was neither too loud nor too soft, but had a very strong rhythm.

Sang Yuwan's heart started racing, and she blurted out, "You're back?"

"Yes." Rong Zhi spoke softly, his clear voice seemingly drifting from the night, carrying a hint of coolness, yet mixed with a touch of tenderness.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and put on her slippers.

She stood up, patted her chest twice, trying to calm herself down completely.

She stood still for a few seconds before taking a step.

As she reached the door, she could faintly hear the pounding of her own heart.

She gripped the doorknob, her knuckles faintly white.

"Rong Zhi?"

"It's me."

A question and an answer.

Natural, yet unnatural.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and suddenly pulled open the carved door.

A tall and imposing figure suddenly appeared in her line of sight. A familiar, chilly aura swept over her nose.

Sang Yuwan blinked, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, smiled, and reached out to hug her.

His warm, large hand rested on her back, a gesture of complete protection.

"Sang Yuwan, you really worry me."

His magnetic voice, like a deep bass produced by strong tea and smoke, made her heart skip a beat.

My nose tingled, and my eyes welled up with tears.

She pursed her lips and replied, "Did I ask you to worry about me?"

Rong Zhi touched the back of her head. "It was just wishful thinking on my part."

Sang Yuwan's eyes flickered. "It's good that you know."

Rong Zhi put his arm around her and walked into the living room. On the phone screen on the coffee table, the call duration was still increasing.