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

Ming Zhan's face darkened completely, and his eyes grew more angry.

The air in the office is freezing.

Minglang clenched his hands into fists, preparing to face the wrath that was to follow.

Unexpectedly, Ming Zhan was silent for a while, his brows furrowed, and he only said one sentence, "It was me who failed to protect her."

"Second Young Master?" Minglang slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with anxiety and panic.

Ming Zhan tilted his head slightly, his neck becoming more fluid. A frosty hue covered his handsome features, his jaw tense. His cheeks moved slightly.

Minglang felt very uncomfortable when he saw him like this. He bit the corner of his lip and whispered, "Second Young Master, I didn't do it well. You can hit me."

Ming Zhan took two deep breaths, his slender white hands protruding and turning pale. "I won't hit you, nor will I punish you. But from today on, if Wan'er gets hurt again, you're out."

Minglang had something stuck in his throat, and he could only force out a "yes."

Ming Zhan turned around, his eyes were dark and filled with complex emotions.

Minglang followed him out.

-

Rong Zhi came out of the office and went straight to the top floor.

Because of the authority, only he and Sang Yuwan can come up now.

He pushed the door open, paused for a moment, took two deep breaths, and then stepped inside.

"go out."

An angry voice came from the French window.

Rong Zhi pursed his lips and continued forward.

"Rong Zhi, I'm asking you to leave."

This time, the anger was even greater, and he mentioned names.

Rong Zhi paused and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.

Sang Yuwan, standing in front of the French window, slowly turned around. She was facing the backlight, her pretty and cold features dark and gloomy.

"I told you to get out."

Rong Zhi looked at her, suppressed his emotions, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled slightly, "Madam, you are very angry. I think I need to get a fire extinguisher."

Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Sang Yuwan frowned deeply, with fire dancing in her eyes, "Get out of here."

Rong Zhi saw her emotions burst out, then he stopped smiling, "Give me five minutes." After a pause, he said, "Only five minutes."

Sang Yuwan looked at him gloomily with anger on her face, and said in a voice that was a bit reprimanding, "Speak."

Rong Zhi took a step forward, walked up to her side, and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.

Sang Yuwan's dark eyes looked as if a violent storm was about to erupt. She turned around, took out her phone, and pressed the timer.

Rong Zhi's mouth twitched, and a soft look appeared between his brows. "Madam, are you so angry because of Ming Zhan?"

Sang Yuwan's lips were straightened and she said nothing.

Rong Zhi added, "If I didn't have this child, I could withdraw."

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, and she glanced sideways at him. Her sight was taken in by his three-dimensional profile. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the turbulent sea in her heart gradually began to surge.

He said this bluntly.

Even in her anger, she was very clear and understanding.

Is he "confessing" to her?

Her face froze in an instant, her pupils widening slightly. Surprise, anger, and a hint of panic.

Rong Zhi turned his head and met her eyes.

His eyes were like blazing flames. Sang Yuwan's heart sank and she immediately avoided him.

Rong Zhi opened his thin lips and said, "Since you two are destined not to be together, don't give him any hope."

Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed slightly, and her cold voice contained suppressed anger. "This is between him and me."

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled, but seemed not to smile, "Do you still love him?"

The sound of thunder exploded in Sang Yuwan's ears, and her chest rose and fell violently. After a few seconds of silence, she looked at her phone and gritted her teeth, "Time's up, get out."

Rong Zhi's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed, "You haven't answered me yet."

Sang Yuwan raised her voice and shouted angrily, "Why should I answer you?"

Rong Zhi said, "Because I..."

hum-

The rapid vibration of the cell phone interrupted their conversation.

Rong Zhi took out his phone and glanced at it, his expression tense. He answered the call while walking out.

"Can you say that again."

The low voice was filled with displeasure.

Sang Yuwan stood in front of the French window, not turning back. She stared out the window, her eyes a little blurry. Rong Zhi's words kept echoing in her ears.

"If I don't have this baby, I can quit."

As time passed, everything around me seemed to lose its color, becoming cold and empty.

Half an hour later, she slowly calmed down.

After returning to the office, Minglang immediately opened the thermal box.

Sang Yuwan knew at a glance that it was all done by Aunt Qiu.

She sat down, drank a sip of warm water, and asked Minglang, "When did my second brother leave?"

Minglang handed her the chopsticks and said, "Not long after you went up, he left."

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled, and her face darkened slightly. "You asked him to come over, didn't you?"

Minglang's heart tightened, and he lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong. "Madam, I'm sorry. I just want the Second Young Master to come over and persuade you not to be so tired."

Sang Yuwan picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of fresh bamboo shoots. She didn't scold him, but just said, "Don't meddle in other people's business in the future."

Minglang nodded, "Yes."

Sang Yuwan ate her meal in small bites. Perhaps because she was feeling a little down, her appetite wasn't very good. After only eating half a bowl of rice, she put down her chopsticks.

Seeing this, Minglang couldn't help but worry, "Madam, eat a little more."

Sang Yuwan put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm full."

Minglang frowned, "Is it because Aunt Qiu's cooking today is not to her liking?"

Sang Yuwan stood up and said, "It's not her problem. I'm just too angry today."

Minglang dug his toes into the ground, "Ma'am, I'm sorry."

Sang Yuwan asked him, "What did my second brother say to you when he left?"

Minglang was stunned for a few seconds, then spoke uneasily, "He said if you get hurt again, I'll leave immediately."

Sang Yuwan's expression froze for a moment, and then he asked, "What did the Second Master say to him?"

Minglang's heart suddenly got stuck in his throat, his expression was panicked, and the corners of his lips opened slightly, "I... I don't know..."

Seeing his expression, Sang Yuwan guessed something in her heart, "Heh."

"Madam?" Minglang raised his eyes, his body trembling slightly.

Sang Yuwan walked towards the bathroom and said, "Pack up and go to the welfare home."

"Yes." Minglang responded and hurriedly packed up the lunch box.

Sang Yuwan washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. Her expression was slightly tense, and there was a hint of danger on her face.

He took a deep breath, leaned against the glass platform, and called Ming Zhan.

"Hello, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later..."

What reached my ears was a cold, mechanical female voice.

Ming Zhan's phone was turned off.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.

What did Rong Zhi say to Ming Zhan today?

Could it be a child...

Sang Yuwan's expression suddenly changed, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the knuckles holding the phone turned faintly white.