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

Sang Yuwan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, outlining a faint and indifferent smile. There was no warmth in that smile, just like the biting wind in winter.

"Does he really think highly of me?"

Jiang Wu's heart sank, and he hurriedly comforted her, "Wanwan, I'm just suspicious, don't let your imagination run wild."

Sang Yuwan said, "I believe that one day, everything will come to light."

Jiang Wu nodded, "Yes."

After the two of them had their meal, Jiang Wu returned to his office, while Sang Yuwan took a short nap.

Everything seems calm.

-

On the third day of Sang Yuwan's stay in the hospital, someone came to the ward as an unexpected guest.

"Sister Wanwan, what's wrong with you?"

The soft voice was filled with concern.

Sang Yuwan leaned against the headboard, glaring at the newcomer. Her eyes were sharp as a knife, and the corners of her mouth were raised. Her sneer was sharp, a silent mockery.

"Mingmei, do we still need to act between you and me?"

Mingmei raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly, "Sister Wanwan, I really care about you."

Sang Yuwan's lips were straightened, and there was undisguised disgust in her eyes.

Mingmei didn't get angry. She sat down, took an apple from the fruit bowl, and started peeling it carefully.

"Sister Wanwan, you're such a powerful person, how could you be so angry at Ning Xiner?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes were as cold as ice, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, "Who told you that I was mad at her like this?"

Mingmei paused for a moment, "Who else could it be besides Second Master?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and she uttered a low, meaningful sneer, "When did he become so gossipy?"

Mingmei continued to peel the apple, without a trace of panic on her face, "I asked him first."

"Heh." Sang Yuwan's pretty face tightened slightly, "It seems that you two have a good relationship."

Mingmei raised her eyebrows and smiled sweetly and proudly, "Of course we have a good relationship. He is my boyfriend."

These words, like the fruit knife in her hand, stabbed into Sang Yuwan's heart.

She knew clearly that she and Rong Zhi had no future.

Seeing that she was silent, Mingmei raised her eyes and looked at her, with a smile on her lips. "Sister Wanwan, I don't think I should say these things in front of you. After all, Master Bo just passed away."

Sang Yuwan suppressed her emotions and said coldly, "You know why don't you shut up?"

Mingmei looked at her with a hint of provocation, "Sister Wanwan, why has your mind become so narrow?"

Sang Yuwan looked at her disdainfully, "I've always been like this. Mingmei, don't forget, I'm your boss now."

Mingmei frowned, changed her tone, and took the initiative to show weakness, "Sister Wanwan, if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. Come, eat an apple to calm down."

Sang Yuwan glanced at him and asked impatiently, "Anything else?"

Mingmei took the wet tissue and wiped the fruit knife carefully. "Sister Wanwan, are you really not going to attend Uncle's birthday party?"

Sang Yuwan became increasingly annoyed and said unhappily, "No."

Mingmei polished her fruit knife until it was shiny, and the corner of her mouth twitched. "Are you afraid to go back?"

As soon as the words fell, the air in the ward instantly froze into ice.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened and her tone was cold and stern, "Mingmei, the one who should be afraid is you."

Mingmei raised an eyebrow, "What should I be afraid of?"

Sang Yuwan said, "Ming Zhan is already the heir of the Ming family. You know exactly what you did to him six years ago."

Mingmei clenched the fruit knife, her chest rising and falling slightly. "My uncle has already investigated the matter. I just wanted to help him..."

"What do you want to do for me?" A cold male voice interrupted her.

Minglang was worried that Mingmei would do something bad to Sang Yuwan, so he kept the ward door open.

Mingmei was stunned and turned around to look over.

Ming Zhan, dressed in a grey coat, strode in, his handsome features frosted with a layer of frost.

"Second brother." Mingmei held the fruit knife and slowly stood up.

After wiping the fruit knife for a long time, it flashed with a cold light.

Ming Zhan was horrified. He rushed over and grabbed Ming Mei's wrist fiercely, "Let go!"

Mingmei's face turned pale with pain and she loosened her fingers instantly.

Ming Zhan handed the fruit knife to Ming Lang who followed him in. With a stern look on his face, he scolded Ming Mei, "From now on, you are not allowed to see Wan Er alone."

Mingmei's chest heaved, she bit the corner of her lip, her eyes suddenly reddened, and she looked aggrieved, "Brother, I'm holding a fruit knife, do you think I want to kill someone?"

Ming Zhan said angrily, "From childhood to adulthood, haven't you hurt Wan'er enough times?"

Ming Mei squeezed out two tears and cried, "Ever since Sister Wanwan left the Ming family, have I done anything to her?"

Ming Zhan's face darkened. "Did you really do nothing?"

Mingmei choked with sobs, and tears fell one after another like pearls from a broken string.

I have to say, her acting skills are really great.

Just cry.

Sang Yuwan was upset, his pupils darkened, and he said coldly, "If you want to cry, go outside and cry."

"You..." Mingmei blinked her eyelashes, sniffed, covered her mouth and walked out quickly.

blah-

Minglang gently closed the ward door.

Ming Zhan put the fruit knife into the drawer, then pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the bed.

"Wan'er, she didn't do anything to you, did she?"

Sang Yuwan glanced at the cut apples in the crystal fruit plate and said, "She cut them."

Ming Zhan took a look and took two deep breaths. "Next time, don't let her in."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "Second brother, I am no longer the same person I was six years ago."

Ming Zhan's expression softened, his eyes filled with fondness. "I know. But one must be cautious." After a pause, he asked again, "Wan'er, do you know everything that happened six years ago?"

Sang Yuwan did not answer, but asked in return, "Second brother, what about you?"

Ming Zhan raised his lips and smiled, "Wan'er, I know that it was Mingmei who handed you that glass of juice six years ago."

What happened six years ago was like a nightmare.

The Ming family kept silent.

They are even more.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the two of them could talk about this matter calmly.

Perhaps, they all gradually let go.

Sang Yuwan's expression froze for a moment, "I think everyone in the Ming family knows about this."

The smile on Ming Zhan's face gradually froze, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

Sang Yuwan looked at him, "Uncle Ming clearly knew that you and I were framed, but he still insisted on kicking me out of the Ming family. Do you know why?"

Ming Zhan's blood froze, and his lips turned cold. "He..."

"He did this all for you." Sang Yuwan smiled gently, and her smile contained too many unspoken emotions.