Chapter 264 What's wrong? Feeling sorry for him?

Sang Yuwan knew perfectly well what was going on, but she still looked confused. "I should go back to the Ming family. I don't have time to guess with you."

Rong Zhi didn't continue to "entangle" with her, but just glanced at Shen Chongzhou and Lan Xin's tombstones.

The two came down from the foot of the mountain, and it was completely dark.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, as if they were whispering stories of the day's unfinished business.

Song Yulian is dead.

Shen Yilin is about to be caught.

Some things will soon be settled.

Once in the car, Sang Yuwan asked Rong Zhi, "Where is Shen Yilin now?"

Rong Zhi covered her with a blanket and signaled the driver to start the car.

The streetlights on both sides of the road were already lit, and clusters of dim light shone through the window onto his face. His handsome face appeared even more profound.

"He is still in Jiangcheng."

Sang Yuwan looked at him, her expression cold and arrogant. "He's determined to fight me to the death." She paused, then added, "Song Yulian is dead. Now there's another debt between us."

Rong Zhi gazed into her eyes and said gently, "The bomb on Song Yulian was strapped on by him personally. This debt cannot be attributed to you in any way."

Sang Yuwan's gaze trembled violently, her eyes turning icy cold. "This Shen Yilin is truly heartless and insane."

Rong Zhi reached out and hugged her. "Alright, let's not talk about him anymore. You didn't get enough rest last night, lean on me and get a good night's sleep."

Sang Yuwan experienced so much in the three months after becoming pregnant.

He was not only worried about her, but also about the baby in her belly.

Although, the child's arrival was very unexpected.

But for him, it was a pleasant surprise.

He had liked her for so many years, and now things had finally come to a conclusion.

Even though the two of them can't stand together openly right now, he is very content.

He believed that it wouldn't be long before he could propose to her in public.

When the two get married, their child will be their flower girl/boy.

Sang Yuwan leaned on Rong Zhi's shoulder, her eyelids drooping incessantly. Her eyelids seemed to be pressed down by an invisible weight, trembling slightly from time to time, yet stubbornly trying to stay open.

"Go to sleep, I'll wake you when we get there."

Rong Zhi gently kissed the top of her head, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

Sang Yuwan remained silent, her lips slightly parted, emitting a soft yawn. It was her body silently protesting the exhaustion of the past few days.

She slowly closed her eyes.

She fell asleep shortly afterward.

Rong Zhi pinched a corner of the blanket and gently pulled it upwards.

Buzz—

A rapid, urgent vibration from a mobile phone.

He hurriedly took his phone out of his coat pocket, glanced at it, and hung up immediately. Then he put his phone on silent mode.

Perhaps because she was too tired recently, Sang Yuwan was still asleep when the car arrived at Ming's house.

Rong Zhi lowered his voice and said to the driver, "To Nanshan Villa."

"Yes," the driver replied, and immediately turned the steering wheel.

Ming Zhan, who had been waiting for news at the Ming family residence, became increasingly uneasy upon hearing the servant's report.

He called Sang Yuwan, but her phone was switched off.

His face was filled with undisguised anxiety and unease, his brows furrowed, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his heart.

The air inside the mourning hall was deathly still.

"Second Young Master, people from the Bo family have arrived." A servant walked up to him and bowed his head.

Ming Zhan was taken aback. "The Bo family?"

Aside from Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi, he couldn't think of anyone else from the Bo family who would come to offer condolences.

The servant replied in a low voice, "It is the sixth young lady of the Bo family."

Ming Zhan's pupils contracted slightly. "Bo Xinglan."

Because of Song Yulian's incident, the Ming family is now taking a cautious approach to those who come to offer their condolences.

Especially those people you don't usually interact with.

Seeing this, the servant took a deep breath and said, "I'll tell her to leave immediately."

Ming Zhan looked towards the entrance of the mourning hall and frowned. "Let her in."

"Yes," the servant replied and hurriedly left.

A short while later, a thin girl walked in.

Her face was equally delicate, with a pointed chin and features so exquisite they seemed to have stepped out of an ancient painting. Her clear eyes held a mixture of curiosity and tenderness towards the world. Her soft black hair was sometimes simply tied in a ponytail. She wore a black dress under a black coat.

As soon as she entered the mourning hall, her gaze fell on Ming Zhan. Her lips twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything.

After all the ceremonies were completed, she walked up to him, clasped her hands together, and gently called out to Mingzhan, "Senior, please accept my condolences."

Ming Zhan's expression was unreadable, and his tone was indifferent. "Thank you, Miss Six, for coming to see my elder brother off on his final journey."

Bo Xinglan looked at him, a blush suddenly rising to her cheeks, like the gentle clouds on the horizon at dawn, inadvertently revealing the ripples in her heart. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, each blink carrying a hint of shyness and reserve.

She pursed her lips, mustered her courage, and spoke again, "Senior, where is my sister-in-law? I want to see her."

Mingzhan was already worried about Sang Yuwan, and hearing this made him even more anxious. "She had to leave."

"Oh." Bo Xinglan's voice was barely audible, with a slight tremor. "Senior, I'm leaving."

Mingzhan politely replied, "Have a meal before you leave."

In Jiangcheng, it is customary for the family to prepare a banquet for guests during the funeral procession. This is commonly known as a "white banquet."

Bo Xinglan lowered her head slightly, half-concealing her slightly flustered yet exceptionally beautiful eyes, "Then I'll wait for my sister-in-law before I leave."

"Hmm." Ming Zhan was about to have a servant come and take her to the banquet hall when a sarcastic voice came from not far away.

"Hey, who's this?"

Bo Xinglan's heart tightened, and she quickly turned around to look.

Dressed in plain clothes, Mingmei swayed her slender waist as she walked up to them. She looked Bo Xinglan up and down and curled her lips slightly.

"So it's the sixth young lady of the Bo family."

Bo Xinglan's fingers tightened, and she forced a smile. "Hello, Sister Mingmei."

A mocking smile played on Mingmei's lips. "Who's your sister?"

"I..." Bo Xinglan's lips parted slightly, then quickly closed again, as if a thousand words were stuck in her throat, but she didn't know where to begin.

Mingmei continued to mock her, "Bo Xinglan, I didn't expect you to be so shameless as to dare to come looking for my second brother."

"Bright and beautiful!" Ming Zhan shouted.

Mingmei sneered, "What? Feeling sorry for her? Didn't you dislike her?"

Bo Xinglan blushed, swallowed hard, and said to Ming Zhan, "Senior, I'm leaving now."

"Stop right there! I haven't finished speaking yet!" Mingmei's eyes darkened, and her tone became unfriendly.

Bo Xinglan's feet moved unconsciously, taking a step forward and then suddenly retreating, as if she were waging a silent struggle, trying to escape this suffocating space, but having nowhere to go.