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

tonight.

It was destined to be a restless night.

After Rong Zhi left with the tray, he never came back.

Sang Yuwan's mood did not feel relieved at all, but became even heavier.

Minglang came in and carefully checked every corner of the ward. After confirming that everything was safe, he brought in a quilt and placed it on the sofa.

When Rong Zhi asked Sang Yuwan to change wards, he guessed what might happen tonight.

Although the bodyguards from the Bo and Ming families were guarding the door, he was still worried and decided to stay in the ward to protect Sang Yuwan.

"Minglang, you don't need to be so nervous."

Minglang spread the quilt and said, "Madam, the eldest young master told me to be more vigilant in the future."

Sang Yuwan asked him, "When did he tell you?"

Ming Lang replied, "Today. At the Ming family."

Sang Yuwan's heart ached suddenly. "Is Big Brother okay?"

Minglang bit the corner of his lip and said, "It doesn't look good. Uncle said that the eldest master has been resting for a week. If it weren't for the master's birthday today, he wouldn't have gone out."

Sang Yuwan felt a little sad, "Brother's health is really worrying."

Minglang said, "The eldest young master told me to tell you not to worry about him. He also told you to take good care of yourself."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, a sour feeling rose in her throat and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Ming Xiao really treated her like his own sister.

After a few seconds of silence, she asked again, "Where's the second brother?"

Minglang took a deep breath and said, "The Second Young Master and the Second Master almost had a fight today."

Sang Yuwan was stunned.

Minglang continued, "Madam, the Second Young Master has always had a good personality and rarely conflicts with others. I don't know why, but as soon as he saw the Second Young Master, his emotions got a little out of control..."

Sang Yuwan's temples throbbed heavily and the lines of her lips slowly straightened.

Minglang saw that the conversation had reached this point, so he simply blurted out everything, "Madam, do you think the Second Young Master is so angry because he and the Fourth Young Lady are too close?"

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, her eyes cold, "What do you think their relationship is?"

Minglang was startled. "Who? The Second Master and the Fourth Young Miss?"

"Yeah." Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and uttered a low sound in her throat.

Minglang scratched the back of his head and frowned, "Madam, I don't think the Second Master treats the Fourth Miss as well as he treats you."

Sang Yuwan was shocked and asked in astonishment, "How can you tell that he treats me well?"

Minglang took a deep breath and spoke out loudly, "I can't put it into words, but I can feel it."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her brows furrowed.

Minglang could see that Rong Zhi had special feelings for him, let alone others.

No wonder Ning Wanzhen has always been suspicious of them.

Sang Yuwan turned sideways and glanced towards the door. "He was at Ming's house today. Isn't he very close to Ming Mei?"

Minglang hesitated for a moment and then said, "From what I see, the Second Master seems to be acting."

Sang Yuwan's heart clenched fiercely, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly as she sneered, "You can even see that?"

Minglang lowered his head and said, "Maybe I saw it wrong."

Sang Yuwan curled her lips, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You should sleep outside tonight. There are differences between men and women. If the old lady knew, who knows what she would say."

Minglang hesitated and said, "Madam's safety is the most important thing. The old lady won't say anything."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened. "Go out. I'm fine."

Minglang is still worried.

Sang Yuwan emphasized, "This is an order."

Minglang said helplessly, "Okay."

-

At midnight.

Everything was quiet and time seemed to slow down.

Sang Yuwan lay in bed, her heart unable to calm down.

She slowly stood up, sat against the head of the bed, then picked up a financial magazine and flipped through it casually.

In my sight, the words, big and small, are blurry.

A medical staff member came to the door of the next ward carrying a medicine box.

The bodyguard stopped her immediately.

"Madam has gone to bed."

The man whispered, "Madam's examination report today shows that her temperature and blood pressure are somewhat abnormal. She needs to be tested again tonight."

The bodyguard had a blank expression on his face. "Doctor Jiang didn't say there would be an examination tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small sprayer suddenly appeared in the man's hand and sprayed at the bodyguard.

"you……"

The bodyguard fell down limply before he could say anything.

The man's mouth twitched, and then he turned the door handle of the ward.

click-

The ward door opened easily.

When the man saw the patient in the ward, he walked straight to the bed, picked up the spray and sprayed him again.

"Sang Yuwan, this time, I will make you live a life worse than death."

There was no light in the ward, only a faint, dim light coming in through the gap in the curtains.

Everything in the house was unclear.

The man opened the medicine box in his hand and took out a syringe.

The air pressure in the ward suddenly dropped, and an indescribable sense of oppression and tension filled the air.

The man's sneer deepened. "Sang Yuwan, if you want to blame someone, blame your mother. It's her own shamelessness that seduced a married man. Haha."

The person on the hospital bed was motionless and completely unconscious.

The man's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he thrust the syringe in his hand fiercely at the person on the bed.

next second.

The person in the bed jumped up and grabbed his wrist.

"You...you...are not Sang Yuwan..."

Rong Zhi exerted force with his finger bones, and the syringe in the man's hand fell to the ground.

"The eldest young master of the Shen family actually resorted to such despicable means."

The man pulled off his mask, revealing a wicked face. "Young Master Rong is indeed amazing. I've fallen into your trap again."

Rong Zhi let go of him, his eyes as cold as a knife, "Shen Yilin, it seems that you ignored my words."

Shen Yilin took off his white coat, his eyes gloomy, "Young Master Rong, I can promise you anything. The only person I won't let go is Sang Yuwan, no matter what."

Rong Zhi's eyes were grim, as dark as ink, and seemed to be about to bring about a violent storm. "What grudge do you have against her that you would not hesitate to harm her again and again?"

Shen Yilin raised his eyelids slightly, his dark eyes filled with hostility, "I don't need to explain to you."

Two icy flowers condensed in Rong Zhi's pupils, shrouded in a ball of silent anger, "Is it related to her mother?"