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

Jiang Wu looked at Sang Yuwan and felt a surge of pity in his heart.

She watched this child, who lost both parents at the age of six, grow up.

Although she is now in a high position, it is inseparable from Bo Yuanshan’s appreciation and support, but more importantly it is due to her talent and hard work.

Her extraordinary business insight and business acumen are probably inherited from her father.

It is sad and a pity that such a young talent died unexpectedly.

Jiang Wu's eyes gradually became moist, and his heart felt like a stone was pressing on it, making him so depressed that he could hardly breathe.

Sang Yuwan suppressed her emotions, her eyes clear, "Aunt Jiang, how is my sixth sister?"

Jiang Wu came back to his senses and said, "It's very likely that I'm infertile."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her eyebrows furrowed tightly. "Is there no hope at all?"

Jiang Wu said, "Based on her current condition, there's little hope. But she's still young. If she takes good care of herself, maybe a miracle will happen."

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, and she felt inexplicably sad. At the same time, a hint of anger also emerged.

Everything that Bo Xinglan encountered was caused by Shen Yilin.

Just because she hasn't settled this account yet doesn't mean it's been written off.

Seeing her melancholy expression, Jiang Wu hurriedly comforted her, "Wanwan, since it has already happened, don't dwell on it anymore."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "I understand."

-

Minglang had been holding it in for a whole day, and his heart was like a raging wave. He was restless and couldn't calm down.

Sang Yuwan noticed that something was wrong with him, frowned, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Minglang unconsciously clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning pale. His lips trembled slightly, and he hesitated to speak.

Sang Yuwan's face darkened and he said sternly, "Speak."

Minglang's heartbeat quickened, and he forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Madam, it's...it's okay..."

"What's the matter?" Sang Yuwan emphasized.

Seeing this, Minglang could only bite the bullet and speak, "Madam, it's about the Y Group..."

Sang Yuwan knew him too well and immediately realized, "What did Shen Qianjie say to you?"

"He said..." A layer of cold sweat appeared on Minglang's forehead. His throat felt like it was being tightly strangled by a big hand, and he could hardly breathe.

There was anger in Sang Yuwan's eyes. "If you keep being so vague, get out of here."

Minglang took a deep breath and lowered his head. "He said that the big boss behind Y Group is Rong Moyuan."

Sang Yuwan's expression froze, and her brows furrowed. "Rong Moyuan?"

Minglang felt relieved after saying what he had been suppressing in his heart. "Madam, the Shen family is already difficult to deal with, and with the Rong family added to the mix, this..."

He paused, a hint of worry on his face, "Is it not worth offending them for a project that doesn't make much money?"

The air pressure suddenly dropped.

Sang Yuwan's pretty face tensed, her eyes suddenly cold and sharp, "Just do your own part and don't get involved."

Minglang's heart was pounding, his lips turned pale, and his fingers clenched tighter, "Ma'am, I understand."

Sang Yuwan glared at him coldly and said, "Get out."

"Yes." Minglang lowered his head and walked out in panic.

Sang Yuwan drank two sips of water, took out her cell phone and called Ji Xiao.

"We must get that textile factory project."

Ji Xiao was full of confidence, "Chairman, rest assured, I will do my best."

-

The next day.

Mingyu’s 60th birthday.

The Ming family, which had not been bustling for a long time, held a grand celebration for the first time, inviting almost all the wealthy and noble people in Jiangcheng to the banquet.

Ming Zhan personally stood at the door to welcome the guests.

Mingyi sometimes comes over to stand for a while.

Only Ming Xiao has never appeared.

On the day Sang Yuwan was hospitalized, he fell ill, and his condition was quite serious. He was even unable to walk.

These days, he has been recuperating in his own yard.

Ming Yu was upset when he saw him like this and even wanted to cancel the banquet.

Ming Xiao advised him. The invitations had already been sent out. Canceling them without reason would not only make people laugh, but also make people suspect that something had happened to the Ming family.

What's more, there is something very important to be announced at this banquet.

That is to officially announce Ming Zhan as the heir of the Ming family.

Those who attended the banquet also guessed the reason.

When meeting Ming Zhan, one cannot help but give him some compliments.

Ming Zhan is very humble and speaks in a gentle and polite manner.

Everyone praised him highly.

Lan Xiya felt very uncomfortable when she saw this, but she still tried to maintain a perfect smile on her face.

Ming Zhan raised his wrist to check the time. There were still five minutes until the banquet began. He pursed his lips, his obsidian eyes filled with anticipation.

"Second brother, don't wait any longer. Sister Wanwan won't come."

Mingmei walked over and whispered something in his ear.

Ming Zhan's eyes tightened, he suppressed his emotions and said coldly, "Did I say I was waiting for her?"

Mingmei smiled lightly, with an expression that saw through everything, "Second brother, your eyes just now betrayed you."

Ming Zhan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Ming Mei continued, "Second brother, I know you really want Sister Wanwan to come back, but she is no longer someone the Ming family can reach."

Ming Zhan's heart ached. His breathing quickened, and a hint of anger stained his eyes.

Mingmei curled her lips and said inexplicably, "Second brother, even if Master Bo died, you wouldn't have a chance."

Ming Zhan's heart trembled, as if a sharp knife was cutting his flesh, and even breathing was painful.

Her bright eyes were provocative and contained a sarcastic smile.

She knew that at this moment, no matter what she said, Ming Zhan would just endure it.

After all, the people attending the banquet today are all people standing on the pyramid of Jiangcheng. He will not let himself lose face.

"Second brother, what a great opportunity six years ago. If only you had made it a done deal with your younger sister..."

"Fourth sister!"

A stern voice came from behind the two of them.

Ming Zhan's angry face became even more tense.

Mingmei curled her fingers, and the muscles on her face twitched imperceptibly. She turned around and smiled softly, "Brother."

"It's not your turn to welcome guests to the Ming family yet. Go in." Ming Xiao, who is usually gentle, looked serious at this moment.

Mingmei took two deep breaths quietly and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Brother, I haven't seen my second brother for a long time, and I wanted to talk to him for a while." After a pause, she added, "Second brother, I'm going in."

Ming Zhanqi said nothing.

Mingmei sneered in her heart and walked towards the banquet hall.

Ming Xiao walked over and looked at Ming Zhan with complicated eyes, "Second brother, how can you let her talk nonsense at this time?"

Ming Zhan's chest rose and fell. "I'll teach her a lesson after the banquet is over."

"Cough." Ming Xiao clenched his right fist, pressed it against the corner of his lips, and coughed lightly.

Ming Zhan hurriedly supported him and said nervously, "Brother, it's very cold outside, go in quickly."

Ming Xiao asked him, "Wanwan hasn't come yet."

Ming Zhan's heart sank, "No."

As soon as the two finished talking, Minglang and Xiansi came over carrying things.

"Young Master, Second Young Master."

When Ming Zhan saw them, a hint of loss flashed across his eyes, but disappeared in a flash.

Ming Xiao looked calm.

He probably guessed why Sang Yuwan had to be hospitalized to protect the fetus at this time.