Chapter 256 You've finally come to see me

"Say that again?!"

Sang Yuwan's palms were ice-cold, and her fingertips were trembling.

"Wan'er, come to the hospital quickly, your brother wants to see you."

The voice on the other end of the phone had a heavy nasal tone and was slightly panting.

Sang Yuwan stood there, her gaze fixed, as if frozen by an invisible force.

She understood what Mingzhan meant.

Mingxiao's condition has worsened; he's nearing his end.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and all the surrounding sounds gradually faded away, leaving only her rapid and anxious breathing echoing in her ears.

“Tell my brother I’m coming right away. He won’t allow it until I see him…”

Sang Yuwan's fingers trembled, and her eyes reddened.

"good."

Ming Zhan's voice was hoarse.

Thud—

Sang Yuwan's phone fell to the ground.

Rong Zhi quickly bent down, picked it up, and put it in her coat pocket. He took a deep breath and kept his voice calm, "I'll take you there."

Sang Yuwan unconsciously clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if only in this way could she slightly alleviate the indescribable panic in her heart.

With red eyes, she nodded silently.

Rong Zhi put his arm around her shoulder and walked towards the door.

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly raced. She stopped in her tracks, pursed her thin lips, and said, "Second Master, it's best to keep your distance."

Rong Zhi's expression froze slightly, the corners of his lips turned up, and he silently let go of her hand.

Sang Yuwan took two deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.

The more complicated things are, the more important it is to stay calm and clear-headed.

This is something Bo Yuanshan once said.

Putting aside his scheming towards her, he did indeed do his best to nurture her.

Sang Yuwan took another step, her steps heavy yet increasingly firm.

Rong Zhi followed behind her, deliberately slowing down.

The two went downstairs one after the other. The old mansion's steward went up to them and said respectfully, "Master, how should we handle the Second Master's funeral?"

Sang Yuwan's gaze was cold as she said, "Do what needs to be done."

The steward clasped his hands together, bowed, and lowered his head. "Yes."

Rong Zhi passed by him, glanced at him sideways, and added, "Make sure the obituary is detailed."

The steward bowed slightly. "Yes, Second Master."

Even though Rong Zhi has taken over the Rong family, in the eyes of the Bo family, he is still Bo Yuanshan's adopted son and Bo Xingzhi's younger brother.

Rong Zhi didn't say anything more and strode after Sang Yuwan.

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Sang Yuwan remained silent the entire way, her lips tightly pressed together.

Her feelings for Mingxiao were different from those for Mingzhan.

During the Ming battle, she experienced her first stirrings of love, a hazy, budding romance between a man and a woman.

Mingxiao and she were not related by blood, and they hadn't even known each other for long. But his wisdom, integrity, kindness, and silent care for Sang Yuwan were enough for her to regard him as her own brother.

Having lost her parents at a young age, no one longed for family affection more than she did.

The thought of Mingxiao leaving this world soon caused her to involuntarily furrow her brows, a hint of worry barely concealed in her eyes. A huge rock seemed to weigh on her chest, her breathing becoming heavy and slow, each inhale a struggle against the oppressive weight within her.

Rong Zhi grasped her hand and noticed that her palms were covered in cold sweat.

His large hand tightly enveloped her cold hand, and he said gently, "Relax."

Sang Yuwan didn't speak, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Rong Zhi stretched out his arms and embraced her.

Sang Yuwan felt much warmer that evening.

As they approached the hospital, she suddenly asked, "Rong Zhi, could Shen Yilin be at the hospital too?"

Rong Zhi's gaze darkened slightly as he said, "Don't worry. He wouldn't dare come."

Sang Yuwan gasped, "So sure?"

Rong Zhi's gaze was cold and meaningful as he said, "It's time to close the net."

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly raced, booming in her chest like a war drum, each beat as if trying to break free from the constraints of her fragile body.

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Qinghe Garden.

1308.

Shen Yilin walked through the villa gate, his black trench coat swaying gently in the wind, like a ghost in the night.

The eerie footsteps seemed to tread on the edge of an invisible abyss with every step, sending chills down one's spine.

The deep, rhythmic sounds added an eerie atmosphere to the quiet air. The invisible pressure made one involuntarily want to retreat.

"Young Master." The servant bowed his head immediately upon seeing him.

"How is she?" Shen Yilin's voice was cold and gloomy, carrying an indescribable chill.

The servant, nervous and uneasy, reported, "Young master, the old lady still refuses to eat."

Shen Yilin paused, and the subtle fluctuations in the air conveyed an indescribable chill, as if even the surrounding air was frozen by this coldness.

"Want to die? Not so easy."

The servants were so frightened they didn't dare to breathe.

He paused for a few seconds and walked towards the basement.

The buildings in Qinghe Garden are all arranged with three upper floors and two lower floors.

Shen Yilin put his hands in his pockets, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

The further down I went, the dimmer the light became.

He didn't turn on the light and walked into the basement in the darkness.

A faint ray of light stubbornly seeped in from the narrow ventilation opening high up, weaving with the surrounding gloom to create a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere. The air was thick with the smell of dampness and mildew, and in the corner lay a pile of forgotten junk—a dilapidated wooden barrel, rusty iron chains, and dusty old books.

A middle-aged woman with disheveled hair sat on a worn-out sofa.

Hearing the eerie footsteps, she remained remarkably calm, even managing a faint smile.

"Son, you've finally come to see me."