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

The cold voice pierced Rong Zhi's heart like a sharp knife.

He took two deep breaths, suppressed his emotions, and replied calmly, "In this world, there are things more important than power."

Sang Yuwan raised her eyebrows, not smiling, "Oh? Really?"

Rong Zhi stood there, looking at her, a gentle smile on his lips, "Madam, do you know what it is?"

Sang Yuwan frowned and said, "I don't know."

Rong Zhi stepped forward, his hands resting on the edge of the desk, his eyes deep as a pool. "Madam, do you want to know?"

Sang Yuwan looked into his eyes, and saw the figure reflected in them, with surprise and a little panic.

She avoided his burning gaze and pursed her lips, "Second Master is really good at changing the subject."

Rong Zhi's cell phone on the desk rang. It was a phone number with no name attached.

Sang Yuwan took a glance and her eyebrows twitched.

That's Mingmei's phone number.

She sat still, her eyes darkening, "Mr. Rong, my girlfriend."

Rong Zhi reached out and hung up the phone.

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Are you too embarrassed to answer in front of me?"

Rong Zhi said, "I just don't want to answer it."

The other party hit again.

Without waiting for Rong Zhi to make a move, Sang Yuwan pressed the answer button for him.

A delicate female voice came from the other end of the phone, "Second Master, are you busy?"

Sang Yuwan's pretty face suddenly tensed up, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, besides anger, there was something else.

Seeing this, Rong Zhi could only pick up his phone, turned his back, and pressed the speakerphone, "What's going on?"

The low voice seemed to be quenched by ice.

"Second Master, didn't you say you would accompany me today?" Mingmei on the other end of the phone started to act coquettishly.

Sang Yuwan felt nauseous and her face darkened completely.

Rong Zhi frowned, his eyes filled with coldness, "Did I say that?"

Mingmei said with a bit of grievance, "It seems that Second Master doesn't take me seriously and has forgotten everything he said."

Rong Zhi sneered, "Just tell me what you want."

Mingmei stopped pretending and said in a normal tone, "Second Master, I want to ban Qin Zhihua."

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened.

Qin Zhihua was the rising star she was promoting, and she had originally planned to replace her with Mingmei.

"Reason?" Rong Zhi lowered his voice.

Sang Yuwan didn't want to listen anymore, so she stood up and walked towards the door.

Rong Zhi wanted to hold her back, but was a few seconds too late.

When Sang Yuwan walked to the door, Mingmei's voice reached her ears.

"I don't want Sang Yuwan to have an easy time. How about that reason?"

The arrogant and sinister voice seemed to be poisoned.

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but sneer inwardly. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it hard.

There was a person standing at the door.

The middle-aged man in a dark gray coat frowned slightly when he saw her, and then sneered.

"Niece-in-law, ok."

Sang Yuwan stopped, his expression stern, "Second Uncle, are you here for a meeting?"

Bo Yuheng's cold eyes flashed with a chilling light, "Why, my niece-in-law doesn't want me to participate?"

Sang Yuwan said coldly, "Even if I don't want to, I can't stop it. After all, my second uncle still holds 5% of the Bo family's shares."

Bo Yuheng said, "So, niece-in-law, don't be too extreme in everything. Who knows, one day the 5% in my hands might become 50%."

Sang Yuwan looked at him indifferently, "Second Uncle, when you get older, you just love to dream."

"You..." Bo Yuheng choked.

Sang Yuwan added, "Dreaming and wishful thinking mean the same thing to Second Uncle."

Bo Yuheng's face turned pale and he yelled at her, "We'll see."

"Okay." Sang Yuwan sneered, "Second Uncle, please make way."

Bo Yuheng bit the flesh inside his lips, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened a lot.

The two of them were in a stalemate.

Rong Zhi saw this, hung up the phone, and strode to the door.

"Second Uncle, a good dog doesn't block the road."

"Rongzhi, say it again." Bo Yuheng burst into anger.

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows, a thoughtful expression on his face, "You taught me this when we were little."

Bo Yuheng's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Rong Zhi opened both doors and said, "Chairman, the dog is blocking the road. Just go around it. If it's a mad dog, it will be troublesome."

Sang Yuwan raised the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly.

Bo Yuheng's blood pressure soared and his face turned black and red.

Sang Yuwan passed by him and glanced at him with a look of contempt.

Bo Yuheng was so mad that he wanted to slap her.

Sang Yuwan sneered and walked away.

Bo Yuheng's chest heaved violently, and he vented his anger on Rong Zhi, "Rong Zhi, don't push me."

Rong Zhi's expression was cold and indifferent. "Second Uncle, if you have anything to say, come in and say it. Don't let outsiders laugh at you."

He walked over to his desk and sat down, leaning back in his chair with his hands on the armrests.

A faint fragrance passed through the nose.

That was left by Sang Yuwan.

The chair she had just sat on seemed to have become much softer.

Bo Yuheng walked in angrily and raised his voice, "Rongzhi, how dare you scold me? Aren't you just a dog of the Bo family? You used to obey Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi, and now you've been reduced to guarding the house for a woman. Haha."

Rong Zhi sat down, but looked down on others.

He looked down at Bo Yuheng and narrowed his eyes. "Second Uncle, I'm guarding the Bo family. Who are you guarding, you dog?"

Bo Yuheng was stunned for a moment, his cheek muscles twitching, "I'm only doing this for myself."

"I'm afraid even you don't believe this?" Rong Zhi said lightly.

Bo Yuheng took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to waste my time talking to you. I came here today to discuss something with you."

Rong Zhi's brows sank. "I'm sorry, I don't have time to talk to you right now. Please go out and make an appointment with my secretary."

When Bo Yuheng heard this, his heart began to beat violently, and his face turned pale. "Rongzhi, what are you doing?"

Rong Zhi said coldly, "That's what the company's articles of association say. I'm just doing my job."

Bo Yuheng cursed, "What a businesslike thing to do. A single man and a single woman having an affair in broad daylight in the office..."

boom--

The nameplate on the desk hit Bo Yuheng's forehead, and blood gushed out immediately.

A strong smell of blood quickly filled the air.

Rong Zhi looked at Bo Yuheng, who was grimacing in pain, and chuckled, "Second Uncle, next time you talk nonsense, it won't just be this minor injury."

Bo Yuheng's features were distorted with pain, "Rongzhi, you bastard."

Rong Zhi watched as blood continued to seep from his forehead, but still didn't call anyone in. "Second Uncle, I'm giving you a chance. Scold me boldly. Otherwise, next time, you won't be able to curse at all."

Bo Yuheng's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at him, his heart pounding. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and he was panicked and terrified.

The Rong Zhi in front of him seemed like a Shura from hell.

A sudden cold wind rushed in from the open window, passing through like a ghost, bringing with it a biting chill and unknown fear, making people's hearts tighten involuntarily.