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

When he arrived at the hospital, Rong Zhi received a message.

The man in black turned off the car and was about to unbuckle his seat belt when Rong Zhi suddenly spoke.

"Go to the airport."

The man in black was stunned for a moment, then immediately restarted the car.

Sang Yuwan got out of the car and saw Rong Zhi's car leaving quickly. Her eyebrows couldn't help but frown slightly.

Xian Si was also surprised, "Second Master, what's going on?"

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."

Half an hour later.

Dr. Jiang wrote a hospital admission order for Sang Yuwan.

When Ning Wanzhen heard the news, her heart ached and a hint of regret appeared in her eyes.

Ning Xiner also knew about it. While she felt proud, she also did not forget to curse viciously.

"Sang Yuwan, your child will be miscarried sooner or later. Without the child, I wonder how you can stay in the Bo family."

She saw Ning Wanzhen stand up and asked hurriedly, "Aunt, where are you going?"

Ning Wanzhen looked anxious, "I'll go check on Wanwan."

Ning Xiner felt a trace of jealousy and hatred in her heart, and a murderous look flashed in her eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

"Aunt, my cousin's wife is in the hospital and needs to rest. You'd better not go over."

"If I don't go and take a look, I'll always feel uneasy." Ning Wanzhen's eyes were red and her voice was hoarse.

Ning Xiner rolled her eyes and whispered, "Aunt, I'm afraid my cousin's wife will get emotional when she sees you..."

Ning Wanzhen was stunned.

Ning Xiner continued, "Aunt, we all know why my cousin-in-law showed signs of miscarriage. You'd better not go. I heard that the doctor treating my cousin-in-law is a famous obstetrician and gynecologist in Jiangcheng. Don't worry. The baby in my cousin-in-law's belly will be fine."

Ning Wanzhen's heart was pounding, her eyes flashed, and tears fell.

"I was impulsive..."

Ning Xiner's hatred intensified upon seeing this. She thought to herself, "Aunt is too concerned about the child in Sang Yuwan's belly. No, I have to find a way to make that child disappear completely."

She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and spoke slowly, "Aunt, you're not to blame for this. Even I couldn't tell those photos were photoshopped."

Ning Wanzhen's face turned extremely ugly.

Ning Xiner held her arm and asked her to sit down. "Aunt, don't blame yourself. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame your cousin for offending too many people."

Ning Wanzhen didn't say anything.

Ning Xiner wanted to continue to finish off the enemy, but the steward brought He Qiaoling in.

"Sister-in-law, please save my master."

He Qiaoling knelt down in front of Ning Wanzhen with a plop.

Ning Xiner hurriedly stood up to help her, "Aunt He, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

He Qiaoling sniffed and cried, "Ms. Ning, please don't help me."

Ning Xiner looked embarrassed, "This..."

Ning Wanzhen frowned and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Xin'er, you go up first."

Over the years, Ning Wanzhen and He Qiaoling have not had a harmonious relationship, but they are sisters-in-law after all.

Some face should be taken into consideration.

"Yes, Aunt." Ning Xiner slowly let go of her hand and walked upstairs at a slower pace.

Ning Wanzhen took a sip of water to moisten her throat, then lowered her eyes and looked at He Qiaoling who was kneeling in front of her. "What happened?"

He Qiaoling raised her head and wiped her tears, "Sister-in-law, the head of the family has had my master arrested..."

Ning Wanzhen's heart sank, and her tone became colder. "The Patriarch arrested him, so of course he committed a crime."

"No, sister-in-law," He Qiaoling cried, "My master has been staying with me since he came back from the detention center. Did he really do nothing?"

Ning Wanzhen said, "He didn't do anything, why did the patriarch want people to arrest him?"

He Qiaoling swallowed hard, "Sister-in-law, please ask the head of the family why she wanted to arrest our master?"

Ning Wanzhen was stunned. "You don't know?"

"I don't know anything," He Qiaoling cried. "Even if you're arresting someone, there has to be a reason. Sister-in-law, if you can't make the decision, I'll go find the other elders in the clan."

Ning Wanzhen frowned, looking unhappy, "Go find someone else."

"Sister-in-law, I don't mean anything else. I..." He Qiaoling looked flustered.

Before she could finish her words, Minglang walked in.

He saw He Qiaoling kneeling on the ground, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "What is Second Aunt Bo doing? It's not a festival."

He Qiaoling shuddered and immediately clenched her fingers.

Ning Wanzhen saw Minglang and asked hurriedly, "How is Wanwan?"

Minglang came over and said, "Madam, Doctor Jiang said that you need to be hospitalized to protect the fetus."

Ning Wanzhen's heart was in her throat. "Is the situation serious?"

Minglang replied, "It's quite serious. Doctor Jiang said I need to be hospitalized for at least a week." After a pause, he added, "This is all thanks to Uncle Bo."

He Qiaoling heard this and said indignantly, "Don't talk nonsense. My master hasn't met the head of the family in these days."

Ning Wanzhen's breathing gradually became difficult.

Sang Yuwan was so angry that she had to be hospitalized because of her distrust.

Minglang's eyes narrowed as he spoke coldly, "Although Second Uncle Bo has never met my wife, he has done a lot of things behind her back. For example, he had people create some messed-up photos to frame my wife and Second Master."

He Qiaoling's breathing stopped.

Ning Wanzhen's heart stopped for a few seconds, and she suddenly reacted, her eyes widening.

"It turns out it was him..."

"Sister-in-law, it's not true. It wasn't my master who did it. Don't believe him." He Qiaoling hurriedly defended herself.

Ning Wanzhen gritted her teeth in anger, "If it's not him, who else could it be?"

He Qiaoling argued, "Is there any evidence to prove that it was my master who did it?"

Minglang turned his head and shouted, "Bring the person in."

The steward dragged a servant in.

Ning Wanzhen looked closely and found that this was the servant who delivered the wooden box.

"Tell me. Who asked you to give the photo to the old lady?" Minglang looked down at the servant lying on the ground.

"Yes..." The servant raised his eyes, glanced upstairs, and bit his lip hard, "It's the Second Master."

He Qiaoling looked at him in disbelief, "Tell me clearly, is it the Second Master or my Master?"

The servant bit his lip and said, "It's the master of the second house."

The air is oppressive and heavy.

In the corner of the corridor on the second floor, Ning Xiner had a faint smile on her lips.