Chapter 274 Do you have someone you like?

Despite her best efforts to control herself, Sang Yuwan's body still trembled slightly.

It was as if an invisible gust of cold wind had swept over her, causing her muscles to contract subtly and rapidly. In that instant, the fabric of her clothes on her shoulders rippled slightly, like ripples on a calm lake caused by a dragonfly skimming the water.

“During the eldest brother’s mourning period, the second brother never showed up, which must have caused gossip among others.”

Xiansi nodded. "What you say is true, Madam."

She paused, then suggested softly, "Or, we could just say that the second young master has gone abroad on business."

A fleeting, almost imperceptible daze crossed Sang Yuwan's eyes before she quickly regained her composure. But that momentary tremor was like a brief, twinkling star in the night, small yet impossible to ignore.

Do you think they would believe it?

Xian Si's face paled. "The doctor said that although Young Master Ming's life is not in danger, he will need to stay in bed for at least three months before he can get out of bed and walk. There is no other reason than going abroad..."

Sang Yuwan stared at the pitch-black world outside, her delicate brows furrowed, a hint of sorrow and grief flashing in her eyes.

She took two deep breaths and said in a low voice, "Just say that Second Brother is overwhelmed with grief and his old illness has relapsed, requiring hospitalization. All funeral arrangements for Eldest Brother will be handled by Mingyi."

Upon hearing this, Xian Si glanced at Ming Yi, who was dozing off not far away, and asked, "Madam, is Young Master Ming Yi alright?"

Sang Yuwan's expression was solemn. "It has to be done, even if it's not going to be."

Strings nodded.

Sang Yuwan then asked, "How is things on Second Master's side?"

Xiansi's tone became a little tense, "There's still no news."

Sang Yuwan glanced at her watch; five hours had passed since Shen Yilin called her.

Logically speaking, Rong Zhi shouldn't have dragged this out for so long.

Could it be that Shen Yilin has a big move up his sleeve?

Thinking of this, Sang Yuwan's heart inexplicably raced, each beat like a drum pounding in her chest, so loud she could hear it clearly. This irregular rhythm filled her with an indescribable anxiety and unease.

Xiansi gently tugged at the blanket covering her and whispered, "Madam, don't worry. At this time, no news is good news."

Suddenly, all sorts of bad thoughts arose in Sang Yuwan's mind, like falling leaves, swirling chaotically in her head. Each thought was terrifying, and together they formed a tight, impenetrable net, making her feel suffocated.

To dispel these negative thoughts from her mind, she asked Xiansi a very personal question, "Xiansi, do you have someone you like?"

Xian Si's breath hitched. Her first thought was whether Sang Yuwan had misunderstood her and Rong Zhi.

She hurriedly explained, "Madam, I have no feelings for the Second Master. He and I are simply boss and subordinate..."

Sang Yuwan curled her lips slightly. "Did I say you like him?"

Xiansi swallowed nervously and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "It's good that Madam hasn't misunderstood."

Sang Yuwan withdrew her gaze, her right hand gently stroking the carved patterns on the sandalwood box. "Xiansi, liking someone isn't actually a very beautiful thing."

Xiansi paused, puzzled, "Madam?"

Sang Yuwan's lips curved slightly, and there seemed to be traces of undried tears still hidden at the edges of her eyes. This, combined with her smile, created a complex and subtle picture.

"Once you like someone, you'll never feel at ease again. You'll pay attention to their every move, and sometimes, even a single glance can make you uneasy..."

Xiansi froze, unsure how to respond.

Perhaps she's an oddball; she's grown up without ever meeting someone she likes.

Therefore, she didn't quite understand the "heavy" feeling that Sang Yuwan was talking about.

But she understood that Sang Yuwan was right.

Because that's how Rong Zhi felt about Sang Yuwan.

Sang Yuwan's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint smile. "Xiansi, liking someone can be sweet, but it can also be bitter..."

Xiansi looked at her quietly, unsure of what to say.

At that moment, hurried footsteps could be heard outside the mourning hall.

Soon, a servant dressed in black mourning clothes ran to Sang Yuwan and knelt down with a thud.

"Miss Wan, news just came from the hospital, the master... he..."

Seeing his flustered expression and stammering speech, Sang Yuwan suddenly guessed what was going on.

Clang—

The sandalwood box in her hand fell to the ground.

“Madam…” Xiansi hurriedly picked up the box.

Sang Yuwan felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest with a sharp blade, and the world before her eyes seemed to have lost all color, leaving only endless grayness and silence.

Everything around me became blurry and distant, as if shrouded in a thick fog.

“Madam, he hasn’t finished speaking yet, you…” Although Xian Si had a guess in her heart, she couldn’t believe it.

Sang Yuwan suppressed her grief and asked the servants in a hoarse voice, "What happened to the master?"

The servant knelt on the ground, head bowed, not daring to look at her, "Master has gone to keep the eldest young master company... Waaah..."

Tears, like beads from a broken string, slowly slid down his cheeks, finally dripping silently onto the cold ground.

Sang Yuwan's shoulders began to tremble slightly. At first, it was just a slight, barely perceptible tremor, but gradually, the trembling became more and more obvious, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away at this moment, leaving only endless sorrow and despair.

Mingyu is gone.

Just a few hours ago, the person who confided in her was truly gone.

She couldn't believe it, and didn't want to believe it.

Xiansi was startled, and his standing body trembled violently.

She looked down at the servant and asked, "Are you sure you didn't hear wrong?"

The servant cried out, "I heard you right, the doctor wants Miss Wan to come over immediately to handle the follow-up matters."

A sudden stinging sensation rose in her nose, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Although she hadn't had much interaction with Mingyu, she knew that Sang Yuwan must be very sad at this moment.

"You can go down now."

"Yes," the servant replied, slowly getting up from the ground.

Looking at Sang Yuwan's pale face, Xian Si felt very distressed. "Madam, I'll go to the hospital right away."

Sang Yuwan tried to calm herself down with deep breaths, but each inhale seemed to imprint the pain in her chest even more deeply into her heart.

She was still holding the wooden box, gripping the chair armrest with one hand, and slowly stood up. "No. I'll go."

Xiansi quickly helped her up, looking worried. "Don't worry, Madam, I will handle it."

Sang Yuwan's eyes gradually reddened, and tears silently gathered, trembling gently at the edge of her eyelids before finally sliding down her cheeks without a sound, leaving behind glistening trails.

An indescribable sadness permeated the air, making even breathing heavy.