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

"Rong Lan?" Sang Yuwan was startled. "Rong Zhi's mother?"

Ming Zhan was stunned for half a second, "She is really Rong Zhi's biological mother."

"Yeah." Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and held the phone tightly.

There was a brief silence, and the air seemed to freeze.

Sang Yuwan suppressed her panic and asked Ming Zhan, "Brother, besides this, is there any other news?"

Ming Zhan replied, "Also, Rong Zhi has officially taken over the Rong family."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help but move her fingers.

Ming Zhan was silent for a few seconds, then became a little worried. "Wan'er, Rong Zhi is a very secretive person. You must be careful and vigilant in the future."

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, a huge wave of emotion swept through her heart, and her chest rose and fell slightly. The next second, she broke off a plum blossom. Then, she turned and walked back into the house.

Minglang followed closely, not daring to relax even a little.

Sang Yuwan took two steps forward before responding, "Brother, I will. Don't worry."

Ming Zhan was worried, "Wan'er, how can I not worry about you."

As if he felt something was wrong, he added, "We are all worried about you. Especially big brother."

When Ming Xiao was mentioned, Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint red appeared in her eyes.

Although Ming Xiao is temporarily out of danger, the doctor asserts that he will not live until next summer.

This was a huge and heavy blow to the Ming family.

Although Ming Xiao is not the heir of the Ming family, he is wise, gentle, knowledgeable and talented, and is almost half the backbone of the Ming family.

Compared with him, Ming Zhan is far inferior to him in managing the family business.

God is so unfair. Such a perfect and excellent person did not even have a healthy body.

Sang Yuwan sniffed lightly, lowered her head slightly, and continued walking. "How is Big Brother now? Have you eaten anything?"

Ming Zhan was also in a heavy mood. "The situation is still not very good. I just drank some porridge at night."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. "How about I contact some foreign experts to see if there are any other solutions?"

Ming Zhan's voice deepened. "I'll ask around, too. Even if it's a one in a billion chance, we have to give it a try."

"Yeah." Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and responded softly.

Ming Zhan added, "Wan'er, you have to take care of yourself too."

Sang Yuwan tried hard to pull the corners of her lips and smiled faintly, "Second brother, you too."

After hanging up, she handed the phone to Minglang, "Ask Xiansi to send me the Second Master's schedule for the past week."

"Yes." Minglang took action immediately.

The two entered the villa, and Aunt Qiu took the shawl that Sang Yuwan took off, with a smile filling the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Her smile is full of love.

Sang Yuwan inexplicably felt that she looked very much like someone, but when she looked closely and compared them carefully, they seemed somewhat different.

Minglang quickly printed out Rongzhi's itinerary.

Sang Yuwan picked it up and took a look at it.

Beijing was not listed as a destination on the itinerary.

It seems that his return to the Rong family was not on his way.

Rong Moyuan had just threatened her when he went to the capital.

Is there anything involved here?

Sang Yuwan's heartbeat tightened and her fingertips trembled slightly.

After a few seconds, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

How could he teach Rong Moyuan a lesson for his own sake?

Use him yourself.

So why isn't he?

Sang Yuwan's heart was in turmoil, and her pretty face was covered with sorrow.

Seeing her stunned, Minglang hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "Madam, what's wrong? Is there any problem with the second master's itinerary?"

Sang Yuwan suddenly came back to her senses, glanced at him sideways, and said, "It's okay."

Minglang saw that her brows were furrowed, clearly she had something very heavy on her mind. His heart tightened, and he wanted to ask but didn't dare to speak.

Sang Yuwan handed the itinerary back to him and went upstairs.

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Ten p.m.

Sang Yuwan reviewed the documents sent by Xiansi and then turned off the computer.

Although these two days are weekends, there is still a lot to do.

She felt a little tired because of her pregnancy.

When I came out of the study, my cell phone rang again.

He lowered his eyes and his pupils shrank.

Rongzhi.

She hung up immediately.

In less than a minute, the other party called again.

A complicated look flashed across Sang Yuwan's eyes. She walked to the sofa with her cell phone, supported her waist with one hand and slowly sat down.

He took a deep breath and lightly touched the screen with his fingertips.

"Is something wrong?"

When the phone was connected, she spoke coldly.

"uncomfortable?"

The voice that reached my ears was low, with a slightly rising tone at the end, carrying a hint of concern.

Sang Yuwan curled her lips and said, "No."

The tone was still cold, without any warmth or emotion.

"If you don't tell me, I'll ask the doctor to come and see you."

The man on the other end of the phone spoke in a rather forceful tone.

Sang Yuwan felt as if a powerful magnet had drawn to her heart, and her heart was tightening. She clutched her phone tightly, her cold voice tinged with anger, "If you have something to say, please tell me quickly."

The other party was silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke, "Do you know about the Rong family?"

Sang Yuwan's temples twitched twice, and she curled her lips in a faint sneer, "Congratulations, Second Master... No, that's not right..." After a pause, she corrected herself, "Congratulations, Young Master Rong, for getting what he wanted."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sudden panic in her heart and grabbed the armrest of the sofa with her other hand.

The other party chuckled and said, "Call me Rong Zhi."

The clear and cold voice flowed like a mountain spring, slightly hoarse as if moistened by a little water vapor, and was particularly seductive.

Sang Yuwan's heart was beating uncontrollably, and her fingers were turning white. Her palms were sweaty. She took a deep breath and whispered, "I dare not address you like that. You are Master Rong now."

When the other party heard this, he fell silent for a moment.

Sang Yuwan didn't say anything else.

She didn't know why she was like this, as if she was angry with him.

Just as she was about to hang up the phone, the other party's voice came to her ears again.

"No matter how my identity changes, I will always be the same to you."

The clear sound seemed to float from the night, carrying the faint chill of early winter, making people tremble and palpitate. It almost seeped into people's hearts.

Sang Yuwan's ears flushed, her cheeks warm, and her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. Her mind went blank for a moment, and she didn't know how to respond to him.

The other party said again, "You should rest early."

Sang Yuwan's fingers were about to tear the armrest of the sofa, and her lips suddenly loosened from biting. "Rong Zhi, now that you have returned to the Rong family, you should completely break off all ties with the Bo family."

The other party paused and replied in a low voice, "How can I completely break off my relationship with the Bo family?"

Sang Yuwan's frantic heartbeat gradually slowed down, her pretty face tense. "If you have any shares in the Bo family, I can buy them back at a higher price than the market price."

The other party chuckled, "Madam, do you want me to resign voluntarily?"

Sang Yuwan clutched her phone tightly, suppressing her emotions. "The Bo family temple is small, and I'm afraid it can't accommodate a big Buddha like you."