Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Chapter 251 It’s worth it to have you buried with me

Ning Wanzhen's breathing stopped and she suddenly lost consciousness.

Bo Yuheng's eyes darkened, his brows furrowed, and he turned his head to look over in disbelief.

The corners of Sang Yuwan's thin lips twitched slightly, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

The man in the black coat walked steadily and powerfully, and every step he took exuded an unquestionable sense of authority, as if the road he walked on automatically made way for him.

He looked at Bo Yuheng with a scornful smile in his eyes.

"Bo Yuheng, say what you just said again."

Ning Wanzhen's heart tightened when she saw him addressing Bo Yuheng by his first name, and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Every breath she took seemed to absorb the surrounding chill, sending waves of chills through her chest.

She already knew that Bo Qingmei was Rong Zhi's biological aunt.

Although Bo Qingmei's death was not caused by her, Ning Xiner kidnapped Bo Qingmei, and he will definitely hold her responsible for this.

What's more, she has been treating Rong Zhi harshly ever since he entered the Bo family.

Rong Zhi is now the head of the Rong family. Given his personality, he will definitely seek revenge.

The more Ning Wanzhen thought about it, the more frightened she became, and her whole body couldn't stop shaking.

Compared to her, Bo Yuheng was filled with more anger and hatred than panic. He took two deep breaths and said viciously, "Rongzhi, you're not dead yet."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her gaze instantly froze.

Without waiting for Rong Zhi's response, she said coldly, "Second Uncle, he is the head of the Rong family."

"Haha." Bo Yuheng let out a low, dark laugh, his aura gloomy and terrifying. "I don't care who he is. He must die today."

As he spoke, he put his hand into the inside pocket of his coat.

In a flash, the pitch-black muzzle of a gun was aimed at Rong Zhi who was walking against the light.

Seeing this, Ning Wanzhen's face turned pale and she held her breath.

Sang Yuwan's back tensed, his fingers clenched tightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and murderous intent filled the air, "Bo Yuheng, put it down quickly."

Bo Yuheng's eyes were bloodshot, like fireworks all over the sky, emitting danger like the abyss.

He swung his arm and pointed the gun at Sang Yuwan, "If you don't want to walk ahead of him, then shut up."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, her expression stern, her eyes as cold as a knife, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Bo Yuheng's facial features were ferocious, filled with sinister murderous intent. "Sang Yuwan, since you want to go ahead of him, then I will grant your wish."

Ning Wanzhen felt a chill down her spine, and an indescribable despair quickly spread throughout her body. She clenched her fingers and closed her eyes.

Bo Yuheng is really crazy.

Sang Yuwan stared at Bo Yuheng, without any panic or fear in her eyes, but instead revealed an indescribable calmness and determination.

She curled her lips coldly, "Bo Yuheng, the fish may die, but the net will not break."

The bloodshot in Bo Yuheng's eyes grew even darker, his eyes seemed to be burning with raging flames, with sparks of resentment and indignation dancing in his pupils.

He stared at Sang Yuwan fiercely, the veins on his forehead bulging, twisting and struggling like ancient tree roots thirsting for water in the dry earth. Then, he pursed his lips and unconsciously clenched his teeth, as if to concentrate all his anger in this moment.

"It's worth it for me to be buried with you."

Ning Wanzhen's heart sank and she closed her eyes even tighter.

Sang Yuwan stared at him without blinking, a hint of red in her eyes. She pursed her lips and said nothing more.

"Bo Yuheng, it's not us who should be buried with you, but Shen Yilin."

The deep and magnetic male voice, every word seems to be carefully crafted, concise and to the point, but it hits the nail on the head, making it impossible to refute, let alone underestimate.

Bo Yuheng's arm trembled slightly, and his sight turned, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Rong Zhi again.

"Bo Yuheng, you've served Shen Yilin like a madman, but in the end, this is what you've ended up with. Think about it, was it worth it?"

Rong Zhi's steps were sharp, each one seeming to carve an invisible blade mark in the air. The ground beneath his feet seemed unable to withstand the force, trembling slightly and raising a fine cloud of dust.

Bo Yuheng watched him walking towards him step by step. His spine became increasingly tense and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Rong Zhi was so calm and composed that he felt a little scared.

Bo Yuheng took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and said angrily, "Rongzhi, whether it's worth it or not is none of your business."

He paused, then continued, "As long as you give me the things Qingmei left behind, I can let you go."

"But we don't plan to let you go." Rong Zhi's eyes were sharp and he spoke each word clearly.

Every time he landed, a deep, powerful sound echoed. The air was filled with an undeniable sense of oppression, as if even the wind was afraid of his presence and quietly avoided him.

Seeing that he was only three steps away from him, Bo Yuheng held his right wrist with his left hand, trying to stop his right arm from shaking.

"Rong Zhi, stop right there."

Rong Zhi's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. "Bo Yuheng, put down the gun, and I will spare your life."

Bo Yuheng's eyes were wide open and red.

He paused for half a second, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he rushed to Sang Yuwan in one step, with the black muzzle of the gun against her temple.

"Did you think I was joking just now?"