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

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and slowly took out the things inside.

In an instant, her breathing became tight and her expression changed suddenly.

"Aunt Jiang, this..."

Jiang Wu's expression was complicated. "I never thought that the person who gave you the blood transfusion was actually Master Bo."

Sang Yuwan's pupils suddenly constricted, and her heart began to pound. She was stunned for a long moment before she opened her mouth slightly. "Why hasn't he said a word about this in all these years?"

Jiang Wu thought about it and speculated, "Wanwan, someone who truly loves you won't talk about everything."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her heart stabbed, and a hint of sarcasm appeared in her eyes, "He loves me?"

Jiang Wu didn't know Bo Xingzhi preferred men, so she didn't hear the irony in her words. "I was worried he wasn't sincere towards you, but I didn't expect he actually loves you so much."

Sang Yuwan's face turned stiff and her blood slowly froze.

Bo Xingzhi could have told her such an important matter in six years. But he didn't. Instead, he made her misunderstand that the person who gave her the blood transfusion was Bo Yuanshan.

Bo Yuanshan was also aware of her misunderstanding, but he did not explain, which made her always feel grateful for saving her life and work hard for the Bo family.

This……

Sang Yuwan felt a chill on her back and a layer of cold sweat appeared on her palms.

She grabbed the thin blanket and wrapped herself up.

Seeing that something was wrong with her, Jiang Wu hurriedly asked, "Wanwan, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Sang Yuwan was shivering a little, her voice trembling, "I feel a little cold..."

Jiang Wu hurriedly got up and touched her forehead. Her temperature was normal.

"Wanwan, go lie down on the bed."

"it is good."

It was a very short distance, but Sang Yuwan walked with great difficulty, as if her legs were filled with lead.

After she lay down, Jiang Wu immediately examined her, and the results showed that there was nothing serious. However, her face became paler and paler.

Jiang Wu tucked the quilt in for her and looked at her with a distressed look on his face. "Wanwan, if you have anything to say, you can tell me. Don't keep it in your heart. If I'm not comfortable listening, I can arrange for a psychologist to treat you."

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes didn't blink for a long time before she spoke, "Aunt Jiang, if the person who donated blood to me is really Bo Xingzhi, then he is 100% not Bo Yuanshan's son."

Jiang Wu nodded, "You're right. That's why I'm so anxious to tell you." After a pause, her tone became slightly more hurried, "That's good too. We can confirm it sooner and make plans sooner."

Sang Yuwan looked at her with a somewhat obscure look.

She and Jiang Wu were not worried about the same thing.

Jiang Wu was worried that after the child was born, the Bo family would have doubts about his background.

What she was worried about was whether it was a coincidence that Bo Yuanshan saved her that year.

"Wanwan, don't worry, leave the child's matters to me." Jiang Wu held Sang Yuwan's hand.

"Okay." Sang Yuwan pursed her lips.

The nurse came in to give an IV and the two stopped chatting.

Perhaps it was the effect of the potion, but halfway through the application, Sang Yuwan fell into a drowsy sleep.

When Jiang Wu saw Xian Si coming back, he got up and left the ward.

After a while, someone pushed the door open and walked in.

Xian Si looked back, his expression slightly startled, and he immediately stood up, "Second Master."

Rong Zhi's deep eyes fell on Sang Yuwan's face, his brows slightly wrinkled, and he whispered, "You go out first."

Xian Si's heart sank and he walked out silently.

Others don't know the relationship between Rong Zhi and Sang Yuwan, but she and Minglang know it very well.

blah-

The ward door closed gently.

Rong Zhi pulled out the chair in front of the bed and sat directly on the edge of the bed.

Sang Yuwan was still frowning while sleeping. Her pretty face was as white as porcelain and her lips were a little pale.

Rong Zhi looked at her and couldn't help but want to touch her cheek. Before he could reach out, he withdrew his hand. The corners of his cold lips curled up slightly.

At a glance, I saw the corner of a file bag sticking out from the drawer of the bedside table.

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became two points darker.

His eyes moved up and fell on the IV bottle.

The angular face became even more stern.

Now, the fake hospitalization has become a real hospitalization.

Rong Zhi's lips were straight and his brows were furrowed.

hum-

Mobile phone vibration.

He took a quick look, hung up immediately, and then set the call to silent mode.

The slight sound, which lasted only a moment, still woke Sang Yuwan up.

She was slightly stunned for a few seconds, her eyelids slightly lifted, her lips curled up, and she smiled faintly, "Second Master, why didn't you wake me up?"

Rong Zhi smiled and said, "Seeing you sleeping soundly, I couldn't bear it."

Sang Yuwan was about to sit up, "Second Master's time is precious, I can't afford to waste it."

Rong Zhi held her shoulders, his smile tinged with complex emotions, "Madam, are you saying something else?"

Sang Yuwan pushed his hand away, sat up, and tidied up her loose hair. "Second Master, where are you from?"

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, pulled the quilt for her, and took a pillow and placed it behind her waist, "Ming family."

Sang Yuwan didn't show any surprise. The corners of her lips curved slightly, as if she was smiling. "Second Master, are you going to marry into the Ming family?"

She herself didn't realize that there was a hint of jealousy in these teasing words.

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows and smiled gently, "Madam is indeed the head of the Bo family. She is in the hospital and can hear everything."

A hint of irony appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips. "This news has spread all over the streets and alleys. I'm afraid I'm the last one to know."

The corners of Rong Zhi's lips twitched slightly, and he looked at her calmly, "Madam, do you wish for me to marry into the Ming family?"

Sang Yuwan's smile gradually faded, "I don't hope so."

The person she hated most in her life was Mingmei. She didn't want the love-hate relationship between them to continue.

Rong Zhi pursed his lips, "Then I'll listen to my wife."

Every word was spoken in a low and hoarse voice, lingering with a touch of tenderness.

Sang Yuwan's heartbeat suddenly tightened. She raised her eyes, pursed her lips, and said nothing more.

Rong Zhi was silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke, "You've been in the hospital for two days, how come you're really sick?"

Sang Yuwan couldn't tell whether he was concerned or blaming her. The curve of her lips deepened as she smiled self-deprecatingly, "Second Master, are you worried that I'll delay my work?"

Rong Zhi's expression tightened, and he whispered, "What I'm worried about is..."

Sang Yuwan interrupted him before he could finish, "Open the drawer."

"Yeah." Rong Zhi's eyebrows flickered, and he reached out and opened the drawer.

Sang Yuwan glanced at the file bag and said, "Take a look."

Rong Zhi's expression froze for a moment, and he took out the things inside.

He glanced at her twice, frowning slightly, and asked in disbelief, "Bo Xingzhi saved you?"

Sang Yuwan curled the corners of her lips. "Based on your understanding of him, if he really saved me, would he not say a word about it?"

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Do you suspect this information is fake?"

Sang Yuwan gently lifted her eyelids and looked out the window. The sunlight that streamed in froze in her eyes. "Bo Xingzhi is a man who knows how to manipulate people. If he really saved me, he would definitely make me grateful to him and trust him."

Rong Zhi tightened his fingers, "Maybe he hasn't had time to tell you yet?"

"No." Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and continued, "Six years, do you think it's too short?"

Rong Zhi sneered, "Bo Xingzhi is very good at planning. Not to mention six years, even sixty years is not long in his eyes."

Sang Yuwan turned her head and looked at him, "So, you also think this information is fake?"

Rong Zhi put the things back into the file bag, his eyes meaningful, "If it's fake, it will never be real."

Sang Yuwan's heart was shocked, and she was stunned, "Rong Zhi, do you know something?"