Chapter 262 Threat

"Song Yulian".

A cold, sharp male voice, deep and penetrating, like an icy blade piercing the winter wind, carried an undeniable air of authority and anger. The woman abruptly looked up, and upon seeing the newcomer, involuntarily shivered. Her pale, haggard face appeared even older. A sudden storm of panic surged within her, stirring ripples in the calm surface of her heart. In that moment, time seemed to stretch out, each second heavy and suffocating.

Ming Zhan and Sang Yuwan also looked over at the same time.

The man strode in, dressed in black, like a shadow in the night, silently blending into the surrounding darkness.

"Rong Zhi, what brings you here?" Sang Yuwan frowned slightly.

As planned, Rong Zhi should be at Qinghe Garden at this time.

Rong Zhi's steps were neither hurried nor slow, each step steady and powerful, yet cold and ruthless.

"Shen Yilin has been captured."

Sang Yuwan and Ming Zhan were both taken aback, their brows furrowing slightly as if they couldn't believe it.

The woman kneeling on the ground breathed rapidly and shallowly, each inhalation as if she were desperately trying to draw oxygen from the thin air, while each exhalation seemed to carry away the last shred of reason and calm.

Her throat was dry, and even swallowing saliva became difficult; it was as if her body was protesting against this unbearable pressure.

After a few seconds of silence, she looked at Rong Zhi and asked with difficulty, "Is Yilin in your hands now?"

Rong Zhi, who had just reached her, paused abruptly, looking down at her with disdain. "This is Jiangcheng. It's only a matter of time before Shen Yilin is caught."

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched slightly, and the corners of her lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Ming Zhan was only thinking about Sang Yuwan's safety and didn't notice anything amiss.

The woman's heart pounded wildly in her chest, its irregular beats sounding like alarm bells, making it impossible to ignore the unease and panic.

She sniffled, tears streaming down her face, sobbing softly, "I tried to persuade him... but he was stubborn..."

Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened slightly, her heart becoming a dense, intricate forest, each step of exploration accompanied by the entanglement of branches and the dappled light and shadow.

This woman named Song Yulian was also a pitiful person.

There's always a reason why someone is pitiful.

She blamed all her misfortunes on Shen Chongzhou and Lan Xin.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, coldly glaring at her, his whole body exuding a chilling aura. "Song Yulian, you are thinking of your son with all your heart, but he hates you to the bone. To vent his hatred, he locked you in a dark and sunless basement. He even used you as a human bomb to achieve his goal."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's lips tightened, and her delicate features were covered with a layer of frost.

Ming Zhan, standing to the side, also looked much more serious.

The woman's shoulders trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from the overwhelming sorrow raging deep within her. Each breath felt like it was tearing her heart and lungs apart, making her feel suffocated like never before.

"I brought him into this world, and I'll do anything he asks of me..."

"Ha." Rong Zhi sneered. "Song Yulian, don't you think you're pathetic?"

The woman's goddess was empty and ethereal, devoid of any radiance, only endless darkness and despair lingering within her. Tears welled in her eyes, yet remained unshed, as if even tears had dried up, unable to find any outlet for the pain in her heart.

Rong Zhi continued, "Song Yulian..."

"Madam Bo, release Yilin." The woman turned her gaze to Sang Yuwan and interrupted in a hoarse voice.

Rong Zhi's face was like frost frozen in winter, and his deep eyes were like a cold pool, revealing an indescribable ruthlessness and indifference.

He responded on behalf of Sang Yuwan, "Impossible."

The woman's lips curled slightly upward, and her dry, cracked lips parted slightly. "Mrs. Bo, I forgot to tell you, there's another way to detonate the bomb on my body."

A chill ran down Ming Zhan's spine and straight to the top of his head, making him shiver and his skin instantly covered in tiny goosebumps.

He urgently ordered his bodyguards, "Surround her."

The bodyguards moved closer to her, surrounding her completely.

Rong Zhi's sharply defined features tightened further, and a chilling aura emanated from him. His gaze towards the woman was sharper than a knife.

"Song Yulian, try moving."

The woman looked around at the solid walls, feeling as if she couldn't breathe. She bit her lip until it bled, and the blood filled her mouth before she felt a little better.

She stared at Rong Zhi, her lips trembling slightly, "Don't underestimate this bomb. Once it explodes, everyone in this room will perish."

Ming Zhan's heart clenched as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. Pain and terror mingled together, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He silently grabbed Sang Yuwan's wrist and said in a low voice, "Wan'er, you should go quickly."

Sang Yuwan smiled faintly, her voice sweeping over the bodyguards' heads and reaching the woman's ears, "Song Yulian, Shen Yilin has tried to kill me many times, I can't let him go."

The woman's eyes widened involuntarily, her pupils dilated, and the whites of her eyes were filled with bright red blood vessels. She bit her lip again, and blood seeped out, making her face appear even paler.

After a few seconds of internal struggle, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's die together."

Rong Zhi's eyes were dark and deep, and his thin lips parted slightly, "This bomb is too weak. People three meters away will at most suffer some minor flesh wounds."

Sang Yuwan continued, "Song Yulian, you trust your son too much."

The woman's pupils contracted, her eyes widened suddenly, and her chest heaved violently.

"No...it's impossible..."

Her lips trembled, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

Seeing this, Rong Zhi prepared to turn around.

The moment he turned around, the woman kneeling on the ground suddenly grabbed his right leg.

"You all forced me to do this..." The hoarse female voice seemed to have endured countless hardships, carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude and sorrow.

"Second Master Bo..." the bodyguard exclaimed.

Although Sang Yuwan's view was obstructed and she couldn't see what was going on, she realized what was happening when she saw the bodyguard's panic.

Instantly, her heart raced, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her palms became damp. "Song Yulian, don't do anything rash."

Rong Zhi slightly turned his head, lowered his eyes, and a haughty sneer appeared on his lips. "Let go!"

The woman held his right leg even tighter with both hands, took a deep breath, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

She used almost all her strength, saying, "I will never let go unless you agree to my demands."

"Song Yulian, I'll say it one last time, let go!" Rong Zhi's deep, cold voice was like a blade tempered with ice.

The woman's eyes were bloodshot, and her chest heaved like a trapped beast on the verge of death.