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

Ning Wanzhen turned her head away, her face full of annoyance. "What are you looking at? Who knows what you've done."

Rong Zhi was no longer as annoyed as before, and his sharp features had lost some of their sharpness. "You have to see it."

Ning Wanzhen shuddered, her brows raised coldly, "Are you ordering me around?"

Rong Zhi smiled, "How dare I order you around? You're my elder."

Ning Wanzhen's face turned pale and she turned around, scowling coldly at him, "You still remember that I'm your elder."

Perhaps because she was pregnant, Sang Yuwan felt very annoyed when she saw this. Her brows furrowed, and she said coldly, "Mom, it's better for you to take a look. I've offended a lot of people, and I'm afraid this will happen again. The child is growing up, and I really don't have the energy to explain it to you anymore."

Ning Wanzhen's eyes froze, and it felt like a wave was passing through her heart.

Rong Zhi said coldly, "The Patriarch is right. Mother, you must not let anyone take advantage of you."

After a pause, he added, "The first three months are the most important. Doesn't mother know that?"

These words were like a huge rock hitting Ning Wanzhen's heart. In an instant, waves of emotion surged and a layer of cold sweat appeared on her back.

You can ignore Sang Yuwan's face, but you cannot ignore the child in her belly.

That was his son's only flesh and blood in this world.

If anything goes wrong, how will she explain to her husband and son?

Sang Yuwan put down the water cup and said, "Mom, I'm going to the bathroom."

Ning Wanzhen was still trapped in painful and tangled emotions and did not say a word.

Rong Zhi didn't remind her, but glanced sideways at Sang Yuwan.

Eyes facing each other.

There seems to be current connection.

Sang Yuwan felt an inexplicable beating in his heart, but he suppressed it and stood up with a calm expression.

Less than two minutes after she went in, Xian Si pushed the door open with an uneasy look on her face. Without saying hello to Ning Wanzhen and Rong Zhi, she hurried into the bathroom.

Minglang came in soon after.

Rong Zhi saw that something was wrong, so he stood up suddenly and asked in a stern voice, "What's going on?"

Minglang's eyes turned red with nervousness, "Madam, your stomach feels uncomfortable..."

Rong Zhi didn't wait for him to finish, he rushed to the bathroom door and asked anxiously, "Is it convenient for you to come in?"

Xian Si's voice was trembling, "Second Master, quickly send Madam to the hospital."

Minglang also ran over.

The bathroom door opened, and Xiansi walked out supporting Sang Yuwan, whose face was pale.

Rong Zhi's heartbeat was unstable and he subconsciously reached out to hug her.

Sang Yuwan lowered her voice, "Alang."

"Madam, I'm here." Minglang responded and immediately supported her other arm.

Ning Wanzhen was struck by lightning when she saw this scene, and her breathing stopped suddenly. After a few seconds, she slowly stood up and said, "Wanwan, you..."

"Mom, I..." Sang Yuwan frowned, in great pain.

Xiansi and Minglang supported her and walked slowly towards the door.

"Hiss..." Sang Yuwan paused, his facial features twisted into a knot.

Seeing this, Minglang squatted down hurriedly and said, "Madam, I will carry you down."

Rong Zhi's chest rose and fell slightly, his brows were furrowed, and he said nothing.

If Ning Wanzhen hadn't been there, he would have carried Sang Yuwan away long ago.

Sang Yuwan hesitated for a few seconds, but the pain was so severe that she couldn't move her feet, so she let Minglang carry her down.

Rong Zhi watched them leave, then turned around and looked at Ning Wanzhen, "Mother, is this the result you wanted?"

Ning Wanzhen was terrified and her face turned pale.

Rong Zhi took a deep breath, anger suppressed between his brows. "For so many years, father has been planning everything, always considering a hundred steps ahead. He knows what kind of people my second and third uncles are, and he knows your character even better. That's why he specifically wrote a separate will for your shares."

Ning Wanzhen's body stiffened.

Rong Zhi continued, "Have you ever thought about why such things happen again and again?"

Ning Wanzhen felt stuffy in her chest and had difficulty breathing.

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and he emphasized his tone, "Have you ever thought about what the consequences would be if you really drove Sang Yuwan away?"

Ning Wanzhen opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Rong Zhi took the photos and threw them into the shredder.

With a "buzzing" sound, the transplanted photos quickly turned into fragments.

Rong Zhi glared at Ning Wanzhen coldly and said, "Think about it carefully."

After he finished speaking, he turned around.

"Mother, I hope you won't be taken advantage of again. Take care of yourself."

Ning Wanzhen felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. Her body trembled violently and she fell into a chair.

five minutes later.

Sang Yuwan's secretary Mina came in and helped her out.

-

Rong Zhi came down from upstairs and the man in black opened the back door of the car.

"Second Master, where are you going?"

Rong Zhi's expression was cold and indifferent. He replied, "Follow the madam."

The man in black nodded.

The car started, and the black Rolls-Royce drove away from the Bo Group like an arrow.

In the middle of the conversation, Rong Zhi called Sang Yuwan.

"Is it okay?"

A low voice, forbearing and restrained.

"What do you say?"

The person on the other end of the phone spoke in a relaxed tone, even with a hint of sarcasm.

Rong Zhi frowned, controlling his emotions, "Don't joke with children anymore."

The other party was silent for a few seconds, then smiled faintly, "Second Master, did you see that?"

Rong Zhi's finger bones turned pale. "Which hospital are you going to?"

The other party replied, "Do you know where I'm going?"

Rong Zhi tilted his head to look out the window, a dark tide surging in his eyes, "Hang up."

The other party cut off the call before him.

Rong Zhi's mouth twitched and he slowly removed the phone from his ear.

"Who gave those photos to Ning Wanzhen?"

The man in black replied, "Bo Yuheng did it."

"The old guy has only been quiet for a few days, and he's already started making trouble again." Rong Zhi's eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife.

The man in black glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "It's only a matter of time. The Bo family is such a big piece of fat meat, how could he possibly give it up?"

Rong Zhi sneered, "Forget about it in this life."

The man in black pursed his lips and said, "With the Second Master here, he can't accomplish anything."

Rong Zhi glanced forward, his lips straightened.

The man in black didn't dare to say anything more and silently increased the speed of the car.

Just when they were about to catch up with Sang Yuwan, Rong Zhi received a call.

A familiar yet unfamiliar number.

From the capital.

His eyes darkened and he hung up.

The other party called again.

Rong Zhi gritted his teeth, his chest heaved, and pressed the answer button.

"Azhi, your grandpa..."

"I told you last time, don't call me again except to announce a death."

Rong Zhi's facial features became more angular, and a dark gloomy light appeared in his eyes.

The other party was silent for a few seconds, and his voice suddenly became sad.

"Azhi, your grandpa is gone."

Rong Zhi's expression froze for a few seconds, his brows lowered, and he sneered, "He's finally dead."

When the man in black heard this, he clenched the steering wheel and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his palms.

Mr. Rong is dead.

Didn’t I hear a few days ago that the situation has improved?

Why did you leave so soon?

The man in black held his breath and tensed his back.

"Azhi, the dead are the greatest, not to mention he is your grandfather. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for saying this?"

"Heh." Rong Zhi sneered, "I just said he was finally dead, and you want to be struck by lightning. Then for what he did to my parents and me, shouldn't he go to hell?"

"Rong Zhi, you..." The other party choked and was too angry to speak.

Rong Zhi hung up the phone.

hum-

After a few minutes, the other party called again.

Rong Zhi blocked the phone call directly.

My ears are quiet, but my heart is filled with huge waves.

Rong Sheng is dead.

The only relative he had in this world was gone.

Rong Zhi didn't know whether he should be sad or happy.