Chapter 249 The person who poisoned us, could it be...?

Time passed silently, and the air in the study seemed to freeze.

Sang Yuwan felt as if she were standing in the cold winter wind, and her breath felt like it was freezing in her lungs.

She stood by the window for a while before turning back to her desk and opening the combination lock box that Bo Qingmei had brought her again.

The thick stack of documents consisted of account statements for the "Bo Group's" slush fund.

In thirty-two years, the assets in the slush fund have reached hundreds of billions.

Over the years, Bo Yuanshan seems to have forgotten its existence.

He didn't tell anyone when he left.

After he left, Bo Qingmei did not hand over the treasury to Bo Xingzhi.

Perhaps Bo Yuanshan had already made arrangements.

Or perhaps, Bo Qingmei didn't intend to recognize Bo Xingzhi so soon.

Sang Yuwan flipped through the reports, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Right now, this little stash of money is like a hot potato.

It feels wasteful to throw it away.

Holding it in my hand, it's a bit tricky.

After all, Bo Yuanshan's initial act of setting up a slush fund was a violation of regulations.

This matter absolutely cannot be made public.

As Sang Yuwan watched, she began to get a headache.

She put the documents back in the safe, leaned back, closed her eyes, and gently pressed her aching temples.

Buzz—

The phone on the desk started vibrating rapidly.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and her heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

She quickly stopped what she was doing, leaned forward, and took the phone.

Rong Zhi.

When Sang Yuwan saw the name on her phone screen, her pupils contracted and her spine instantly straightened.

"Hello……"

She wasn't sure whether the person on the other end of the phone was Shen Yilin or Rong Zhi.

"Sang Yuwan, have you received the items?"

The deep, husky male voice was like a wisp of smoke in the dead of night—smoky and mysterious, yet also carrying a chilling and ruthless undertone.

Sang Yuwan's gaze sharpened.

It's Shen Yilin again.

Her knuckles holding the phone gradually turned white, her expression cold. "Shen Yilin, let me give you a piece of advice: everything you do is in vain."

"Heh." The other person let out a cold laugh, their tone turning sinister. "Bo Xingzhi didn't die of a heart attack, but from poisoning. What will be the consequences if this news gets out?"

Sang Yuwan looked coldly at the death report that was now crumpled into a ball on the desk, and said in a cold voice, "The consequences are..."

She paused for half a second, then said slowly and deliberately, "You'll die even faster."

"Sang Yuwan, you will surely die before me."

The eerie sound seemed to seep slowly from a crack in a dark abyss, carrying an indescribable chill that sent a shiver down one's spine.

As evening approached, the frost on her pretty face deepened. "Shen Yilin, you are in Qinghe Garden now."

The other party chuckled sinisterly, "What? You want to see me?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes were filled with a chill, and her voice was indifferent, "You think you can control everything just because you have Rong Zhi's phone? Shen Yilin, you're too naive."

The other person realized something, paused for a few seconds, and then said fiercely, "Sang Yuwan, you're the naive one."

He paused, then continued, "You're so attached to him, but he's only using you."

The deep, distorted voice was like the creaking of an old door hinge in the night wind, or the whisper of an ancient demon in one's ear; each syllable was drawn out and heavy, filled with ruthlessness.

Sang Yuwan's breath hitched suddenly, as if an invisible hand was gently pressing down on her chest, making each inhale exceptionally difficult and heavy.

She picked up her water glass and took two sips.

After a few seconds of silence, she coldly curled her lips and said, "Is that so?"

"Heh." The other party chuckled coldly, his tone full of sarcasm. "Bo Xingzhi died in a life of pleasure, and Bo Yuanshan suffered a sudden heart attack. What you saw was just what he wanted you to see."

That's a bit of a convoluted statement.

Sang Yuwan understood.

Shen Yilin meant that the deaths of Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi were inextricably linked to Rong Zhi.

In that instant, time seemed to stretch out.

Sang Yuwan's breath hitched, her throat felt slightly dry, and her heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

She gripped her phone tightly, the veins on the back of her hand bulging faintly.

The other person's mocking voice reached her ears again, "Sang Yuwan, there's one more thing I forgot to tell you."

A cold smile appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips.

The other person paused slightly, and before she could speak, continued, "Rong Zhi's father is Bo Qingmei's elder brother."

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched heavily.

Bo Qingmei was actually Rong Zhi's aunt.

No wonder Rong Zhi and Bo Qingmei look somewhat alike.

The other person continued, "Sang Yuwan, your vixen mother almost got together with Rong Zhi's father. Ha. Like mother, like daughter. A shameless child is born from a despicable woman."

"Shen Yilin, try saying another word." Sang Yuwan's eyes were as cold and sharp as knives.

"In the twilight of life, the night Bo Xingzhi passed away, were you with Rong Zhi?" The other person's voice was extremely cold.

Sang Yuwan's delicate features were filled with anger, and her voice was low and deep, "Shen Yilin, you'd better watch yourself."

After saying that, she prepared to hang up the phone.

“Sang Yuwan, your mother definitely did not die in a car accident.”

The next second.

"Beep beep beep..."

The other party hung up the phone.

Sang Yuwan felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, causing her pain and suffocation. Tears welled up in her eyes but did not fall, and she remained frozen in her seat.

The surrounding sounds gradually faded, with only Shen Yilin's last words echoing in his ears, over and over again, carrying an unbearable weight.

The death certificate that Bo Qingmei sent over has already revealed the truth.

Sang Yuwan was somewhat unwilling to believe it.

Whether it was the car accident or the poisoning, it was both unacceptable to her.

If the mother really did die from poisoning, then who poisoned her?

Before Shen Yilin made this call, she suspected that it was Bo Yuanshan who did it.

Now it seems, it probably wasn't him.

Shen Yilin said that his mother and Rong Zhi's biological father almost had an affair.

Could it be...?

Sang Yuwan's breath hitched, as if the air had become thin and heavy at that moment. It felt as if an invisible hand was gently pressing on her chest, and each inhale required great effort, as she could only slowly draw the seemingly heavy air into her lungs.

The airflow in the study didn't seem to be very smooth either.

The air was crisp and still, filled with a faint chill that seemed to penetrate clothing and reach the very marrow of one's bones.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in her voice, and slowly exhaled from her constricted throat.

The person who poisoned my mother was from the Rong family.

Sang Yuwan felt a chill run down her back. An invisible coldness crept silently up her spine until her entire back was enveloped in an indescribable coldness.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she involuntarily shivered.

Achoo...

Sang Yuwan sat at her desk, staring at the safe and the crumpled paper. Her emotions were in turmoil, like a sudden storm tearing apart the calm sea, leaving it turbulent.