Chapter 275 Young Master Ming is Back

Seeing that she couldn't stop him, Xian Si had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue, "Madam, why don't we let Young Master Mingyi go over?"

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's face seemed to be covered by an invisible layer of frost, exuding an undeniable majesty.

"If you say another word, just go home."

A low-pressure atmosphere permeated her, and the air seemed to become heavy because of her sternness.

Xiansi lowered her head and curled her fingers.

Sang Yuwan walked out of the mourning hall, clutching the sandalwood box that Mingyu had given her.

At four in the morning, the night, like a profound painter, slowly unfolded its colors across the sky with an endless deep blue as its base. In the utter silence, the world seemed to be gently covered by a thin veil, and everything was immersed in a soft and mysterious tranquility.

The four corner lights emitted a dim, warm glow, outlining the trees and buildings in soft, circular contours.

The interplay of light and shadow, the interplay of night, made the air feel increasingly desolate.

Sang Yuwan suppressed her grief and took a deep breath. Her lips were taut, and her eyes revealed an unwavering determination.

Just as she was about to get into the car, Lan Xiya, supported by a servant, walked over unsteadily.

"Wanwan..."

Her voice was hoarse, and as soon as she opened her mouth, tears streamed down her face.

Seeing her like this, Sang Yuwan clearly knew about Mingyu's passing.

Although Lan Xiya was Mingyu's second wife, it was her first marriage.

After they got married, their relationship wasn't particularly passionate, but they treated each other with respect.

Mingyu was also very tolerant of Lan Xiya, and he never interfered unless it involved matters of principle.

What's more, the couple also has a son.

Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes slightly and handed the sandalwood box in her hand to Xian Si. Then she held Lan Xiya's cold hands and said, "Auntie, don't be sad. You still have me, and you still have Mingyi."

Tears streamed down Lan Xiya's cheeks, dripping onto her clothes, silently telling of her inner sorrow.

"Wanwan, how could he just leave me like this... We clearly agreed that even if we had to leave, we would finish what we were saying before we went... We still had so much to say..."

Her voice became unusually low and hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of her heart, carrying an indescribable heaviness. Even simple breathing seemed heavy and difficult.

A sense of oppression permeated the air.

Sang Yuwan felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, making it very difficult for her to breathe.

She pursed her lips, trying her best to control her emotions. "Auntie, I'm going to pick up Uncle Ming. You can talk to him about it later."

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back. She knew that what she needed at that moment was strength, even if it was just on the surface.

"Wanwan... Waaah..." Lan Xiya called her name in a hoarse voice, then could no longer speak.

Sang Yuwan then said, "Alright, Auntie, I'm going to pick up Uncle Ming now."

Lan Xiya nodded through her tears.

She longed to go to the hospital, but when her parents passed away that year, she went to the hospital mortuary to pick them up. That scene became a haunting nightmare for her.

She was left with a deep psychological scar, so much so that she now dares not set foot there.

Sang Yuwan released her hands and got into the car with a solemn expression.

As Lan Xiya watched her leave, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Madam...Madam..."

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Six o'clock in the morning.

Ming Yu's coffin returned to the Ming family.

Two deaths in one family.

Immediately, the people on the street began to talk about the Ming family.

Some say that the feng shui of the old family house was bad and would bring misfortune to the owner.

Some say the family's fortune is bad, and they are in conflict with the gods.

Some people say that the Ming family's misfortune may have nothing to do with them. All the bad luck was brought to them by Sang Yuwan.

The more the Eight Trigrams are passed down, the more mysterious they become.

They say that someone who lives a long and lonely life is destined for misfortune.

He was cursed to the death of his parents when he was young.

After living in the Ming family, he caused Ming Xiao to fall seriously ill.

After joining the Bo family, she caused the death of Bo Yuanshan, who had always been in good health.

Even more bizarrely, less than a month after she married Bo Xingzhi, he died under mysterious circumstances.

She took charge of the Bo family for three months, and Bo Yuheng, the second son of the Bo family, died. Bo Hanshan, the third son, is still in a coma.

Now, it's the Ming family's turn.

As each incident was recounted in detail, Sang Yuwan seemed to become a capricious woman who would take the life of anyone who came near her.

Sang Yuwan ignored these comments.

At this moment, she calmly ignored these rumors and gossip.

The higher you climb, the colder it gets.

The higher you stand, the more people will envy and resent you.

She looked at the unconscious Lan Xiya, her slender eyebrows furrowing slightly, as if a faint sorrow were nestled between two crescent moons. The skin on her forehead swelled slightly with this movement, the delicate lines appearing and disappearing in the soft light.

"Xiansi, what did the doctor say?"

Xian Si replied, "The doctor said that the lady is fine, it was just that she fainted due to excessive grief."

Looking at the face that bore a resemblance to her mother, Sang Yuwan's eyes welled up with tears. An indescribable bitterness, like the morning dew of early autumn, seeped silently into the cracks of her heart.

Xuan Si had dark circles under her eyes. She hadn't been getting much rest lately.

Sang Yuwan turned around and instructed the servants, "Keep a close watch. If the madam wakes up, notify me immediately."

The servant replied tremblingly, "Yes."

Sang Yu went to the washroom, washed her face, and put on light makeup. After tidying herself up, she went to the mourning hall.

Mingxiao was originally supposed to hold the funeral in the morning, but Mingyu passed away unexpectedly, so Mingxiao could not hold the funeral before him.

Another portrait and a coffin were added to the mourning hall.

The air grew increasingly bleak.

The smoke from the incense sticks rose gently, contrasting beautifully with the flickering candlelight, adding a touch of mystery and solemnity to the tranquil space. Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, causing the ashes of the paper money to dance lightly, like the souls of the deceased lingering in the air, reluctant to depart.

The group of relatives and friends who had previously come to the Ming family to offer their condolences came again.

White wreaths were placed outside the mourning hall.

They were puzzled to see that Mingyi had been the one greeting people at the mourning hall for the past two days.

Someone quietly asked Mingyi, "Where's your second brother?"

Mingyi looked calm. "Second brother has something to do."

"No matter how big the matter is, nothing is more important than the old man."

Mingyi said calmly, "Second Brother's matter is more important than anything else."

"What could be more important than mourning and seeing someone off at their deathbed?"

Mingyi said coldly, "I can't say."

"Could it be that he also..."

"What are you saying?" A cold voice interrupted the person.

Mingyi's clenched fingers suddenly loosened.

The man's expression froze, and he glanced at the other person.

Sang Yuwan, dressed in a simple black outfit, walked over with a cold and aloof expression.

The man's eyes flickered. "He didn't say anything, just that he wanted to express his condolences to Young Master Mingyi."

Sang Yuwan walked to Mingyi's side, coldly glaring at the man, "Respect for the deceased is paramount, so I will not punish you today. But if you dare to spout nonsense again after we leave the mourning hall, I will tear your mouth apart."

The cold words, like the winter wind, brushed past the person's ear.

He couldn't help but shiver.

At this moment, Xian Si rushed over and said, "Madam, Young Master Ming has returned."