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

Ming Zhan's eyes flickered twice, and he smiled slightly, "Second Master is really good at joking."

Rong Zhi walked directly to Sang Yuwan and sat down, saying in a strong manner, "Second Young Master Ming, you are not joking."

Ming Zhan looked at Rong Zhi, and when they met his gaze, he sensed a strong hostility. His brows softened as he spoke slowly.

"Second Master, my mother's family is not a guest, but a relative."

Ming Xiao taught him that as the heir of the Ming family, he must remain calm no matter what happens.

Facing Rong Zhi's provocation, if it were in the past, his emotions would have exploded long ago, but now he endured it again and again and responded calmly.

"Relatives?" Rong Zhi's lips twitched slightly. "Second Young Master Ming doesn't consider Madam to be just a relative, does he?"

"Rongzhi!" Sang Yuwan stood up angrily, his eyes lowered, revealing two balls of anger.

Ming Zhan stood up and said, "Wan'er, don't be angry. The Second Master was just joking."

Rong Zhi saw this and stood up. He sneered, "Second Young Master Ming, do I look like I'm joking?"

Ming Zhan's expression changed slightly, and he clenched his hands at his sides, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. "Second Master, if you have something to say, just say it directly. There's no need to be so sarcastic."

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank slightly, and his tone became colder, "Then please put away those thoughts that shouldn't be there. Focus your heart on another woman."

Sang Yuwan felt a sharp stab in her heart, and her heart swelled and beat wildly. She frowned, turned sideways, and shouted coldly, "Rongzhi, get out of here!"

Rong Zhi's heart clenched violently, as if a steel ball rolled over him, cold and hard, "He's the one who should go."

Ming Zhan's fingertips pressed hard against the palm of his hand, and his chest heaved slightly.

Rongzhi's words and actions are enough to explain everything.

He didn't dare to imagine how devastating it would be if that were the case.

Sang Yuwan felt bewildered by Rong Zhi. She took a deep breath, her pretty face tense, and said, "You all don't have to leave. I'll go."

"Wan'er..." Ming Zhan hurriedly chased after her.

When his hand was about to touch Sang Yuwan's arm, Rong Zhi took a step ahead and stood in front of him.

Sang Yuwan was upset and walked out without saying a word.

"Second Master, how did I offend you?" Ming Zhan's expression changed completely, the veins on his forehead bulged violently, and his tone was tinged with anger.

Rong Zhi folded his arms, his expression cold, "Do you know whose child is in her belly?"

When Ming Zhan heard this, his eyes darkened and he felt like his heart was about to stop.

He realized something.

But I couldn't believe it was true.

For a moment, his body became stiff and his heart was stuck in his throat.

Rong Zhi's eyebrows slightly lowered, and a big sneer appeared on his lips, "Do you want to know?"

Ming Zhan stopped where he was, biting the flesh inside his lips, and soon a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth.

Rong Zhi sneered, "Second Young Master Ming, I know you agreed to take over the position of heir to the Ming family for Sang Yuwan. But you can no longer protect her now."

These words were like a sharp knife stabbing into Ming Zhan's heart, causing his internal organs to shudder. Pain spread, and a piercing chill emanated from every part of his body.

He clenched his fingers, his knuckles turning terrifyingly white. "If I can't protect you, can Second Master?"

Rong Zhi's eyes were cold, his arrogance revealed his confidence, "Except for me, no one can protect her."

Ming Zhan laughed in anger and shook his head, "You deliberately angered Wan'er and left just to tell me this."

Rong Zhi loosened his hands, his lips curled slightly, "They say strong limbs mean simple minds. Second Young Master Ming is a special case."

"You..." Ming Zhan's expression tightened, and the anger in his eyes intensified. "Second Master, don't be too confident."

Rong Zhi paced back and forth, "Six years ago, I was able to escape death. Let alone now."

Ming Zhan's pupils shrank slightly, and he said sarcastically, "Good luck doesn't always come."

Rong Zhi replied, "Your survival wasn't due to luck."

Ming Zhan's heart sank suddenly.

Rong Zhi raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Second Young Master Ming, remember my words and put away your inappropriate thoughts. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

Ming Zhan met his gaze, neither humble nor arrogant, "Second Master, are you threatening me?"

Rong Zhi curled his lips coldly, "Just take it as a threat."

Ming Zhan sneered, "Second Master, I'll give you the same words."

Rong Zhi withdrew his hand and opened his thin lips, "Then we will wait and see."

After saying this, he strode away.

Ming Zhan was the only one left in the huge office.

He stood there, his feet stuck together like glue. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull them apart.

An inexplicable fishy-sweet taste surged in my throat.

He pursed his lips, swallowed hard, and swallowed back the blood.

Rong Zhi's words just now echoed in his ears word by word, like poisoned arrows, piercing his heart.

My heart aches to the point of numbness.

He could never have imagined that the child in Sang Yuwan's belly was Rong Zhi's.

No wonder Rong Zhi was so hostile to him, no wonder he dared to sit next to Sang Yuwan so brazenly...

The more Ming Zhan thought about it, the more heartbroken he felt.

He originally thought that as long as he waited patiently, he and Sang Yuwan would be able to rekindle their relationship one day.

Although they had never expressed their feelings to each other before, there was a layer of window paper between them. They knew each other's feelings.

Sang Yuwan is still so young, the Bo family cannot force her to be a widow for the rest of her life.

When her children are older, she can reconsider her personal issues.

Then he would confess to her.

Unexpectedly, Rong Zhi took the lead.

Even though he knew what kind of devastating thing that would happen, Rong Zhi still acted very strong.

Ming Zhan felt a chill on his back, and cold sweat oozes from every pore.

Minglang pushed the door open and saw that his face was pale. He rushed over and supported him, "Second Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ming Zhan's facial features were twisted into a ball, his eyes were red, and the smell of blood rushed up to his throat.

Minglang hurriedly helped him sit down on the sofa, turned around and poured him a glass of warm water, "Second Young Master, do you want to call a doctor?"

Ming Zhan pursed his lips, pale and bloodless. He shook his head, took the water cup, and drank two sips.

The blood rushed down and my stomach felt extremely uncomfortable.

Minglang's heart sank, and he bravely asked, "Second Young Master, what did the Second Young Master do to you?"

Ming Zhan didn't say anything.

Seeing his silence, Minglang's eyes flashed with anger, "I'll go tell the madam right now."

"Alang." Ming Zhan called him in pain.

Minglang paused, turned around, and said nervously, "Second Young Master, what happened?"

Ming Zhan put down his water cup, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, "Alang, is the child in Wan'er's belly really Bo Xingzhi's?"

"Second Young Master!" Minglang was shocked and his body shook violently twice. He couldn't speak for a long time.

Ming Zhan's eyes were red, and he turned his head to look at the orchid on the shelf. He said hoarsely, "Alang, what did Dad tell you when he assigned you to Wan'er?"

Minglang's heart trembled, and his voice trembled, "The master told me to protect the lady."

"Did you do it?" Ming Zhan asked with red eyes.

Minglang lowered his head and tensed his back, "No."