Chapter 258 The poison was originally intended for someone else.

The woman was overwhelmed by painful memories of the past, making it hard for her to breathe.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yilin took a deep drag on his cigarette. His gaze darkened, and he exhaled a long breath.

The smoke grew thicker, blurring the cold, somber face.

"Are you pleading for her?"

The woman paused, then spoke in a hoarse voice, "I just don't want you to continue making mistakes."

She paused, then added, "Sang Yuwan has been carefully nurtured by Bo Yuanshan, and her scheming and plotting are exceptionally ruthless. Moreover, she has Rong Zhi by her side. Son, we can't afford to offend the Rong family."

Shen Yilin's pupils contracted sharply, a bloodthirsty glint appearing in his eyes. He sneered, threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, and stomped it out fiercely. "Nothing to be trifled with. At worst, we'll fight to the death."

The woman's heart pounded, her emotions surging. "Son, let go..."

Shen Yilin's eyes darkened, his face turning grim, as if a storm was about to break. He raised an eyebrow, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes, "I won't let you go."

“Son…” the woman choked up.

Shen Yilin gripped the silver lighter tightly in his hand, lowered his gaze, and glared coldly at the woman. "I came here today only to ask you, did you poison Lan Xin?"

The woman's expression froze, and her breathing stopped.

The air seemed to freeze, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.

An indescribable tension permeated the swirling smoke, like the calm before a storm, inspiring fear yet leaving no escape.

The woman remained silent for a long time.

Shen Yilin gave a cold smirk, and when he spoke, the air seemed to freeze. "It really was you."

The woman's eyelashes fluttered violently, her eyes bloodshot. She looked at him, her breathing rapid and uneasy. "I didn't mean to hurt her..."

Shen Yilin chuckled sinisterly, his aura growing colder. "You've already poisoned her to death, and you still say you didn't intend to harm her. How laughable!"

The woman, suppressing her grief and heartache, spoke each word slowly and deliberately, her voice trembling, "That poison was originally intended for Shen Chongzhou..."

A sudden surge of metallic sweetness rose to her throat, and she could no longer speak.

Buzz—

Shen Yilin's phone suddenly vibrated. He glanced down at the screen, his expression growing colder, his fierce eyes filled with murderous intent.

"grandfather……"

The caller was Shen Yinan.

"Yilin, where are you?" The other party's first words were a stern interrogation.

"What is it?" Shen Yilin asked casually, even with a hint of impatience.

"Where are you?!" The other person's voice was authoritative, tinged with anger.

Shen Yilin glanced at the woman, paused, and turned around.

He stepped onto the stairs before speaking again, "I'm in Jiangcheng."

"You come back here right now." The other party's stern tone left no room for argument.

Shen Yilin sneered, "I will come back when the matter is settled."

"You bastard! Get back here right now!" the other party roared in fury.

Shen Yilin felt a jolt in his eardrums, his lips tightening into a straight line. The next second, he removed the phone from his ear and hung up without hesitation.

Buzz—

The other party called again.

Shen Yilin's eyelids were half-closed, and the occasional flashes of cold light were like the eyes of a cunning beast in the night, making one feel a chill down one's spine.

He simply blocked the other party.

Upon reaching the first floor, a servant greeted him, "Young Master, the Old Master is looking for you."

Shen Yilin's gaze could kill. "Tell him that if he doesn't want the Shen family line to end, he'd better not do anything."

Upon hearing this, the servant involuntarily shuddered.

Shen Yilin sat down on the sofa, spread his arms, and rested them on the back of the sofa.

The man in black rushed in, stood in front of him, and reported with his head bowed.

"Young Master, Mingxiao is dead."

Shen Yilin frowned slightly, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. The smile seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a hint of distortion and ominousness, and the slight upward curve of his lips concealed countless secrets and conspiracies.

"What a pity."

The man in black lowered his head and suggested, "Sang Yuwan is devastated; now is the perfect time to make a move."

The smile on Shen Yilin's lips grew increasingly sinister. "Since when did it become your place to point fingers?"

Upon hearing this, the man in black shuddered and knelt before him. He stammered, "I'm sorry, young master, I was wrong."

Shen Yilin kicked him, his eyes flashing with bloodlust. "Give that woman in the basement to Sang Yuwan."