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

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. His tone was as cold as a knife, "Is your thing in her hands?"

Mingmei's voice trembled, "No..."

Rong Zhi emphasized, "No?"

Ming Mei explained anxiously, "When my grandfather was still alive, he promised to give the Ming family's Begonia Garden to me after I got married."

Rong Zhi suddenly realized something, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to pierce through the secrets in people's hearts, cold and piercing, "You are getting married? How come I didn't know?"

Mingmei's heart trembled, and her voice trembled, "Second Master, don't you want me to act with you? Say..."

Rong Zhi interrupted coldly, "You don't need to remind me of what I'm going to do." After a pause, he added, "Also, clarify your own identity."

Mingmei on the other end of the phone fell silent for a moment.

Only the faint sound of heavy breathing could be heard from the phone.

Rong Zhi's deep, magnetic voice rang out again, filled with a cold and dangerous aura. "If you act on your own again next time, I'll make you suffer."

There was a gasp from the other end of the line.

Mingmei choked up softly, "Second Master, I understand. This time, I beg you to help me. I really don't want to be banned."

Rong Zhi looked cold and hung up the phone.

Sang Yuwan had no intention of eavesdropping, but his voice kept pouring into her ears.

She heard most of it.

The person who called was most likely Mingmei.

"Heh." Sang Yuwan sneered.

Rong Zhi walked over and saw this. He narrowed his eyes, and the coldness in his eyes disappeared completely in an instant.

"Are you planning to ban Mingmei?"

"Are you filing a complaint so soon?" Sang Yuwan said sarcastically.

Rong Zhi's lips curled slightly, "I think you should take it easy on this matter."

The tone of discussion was not at all as strong and cold as it was during the previous call.

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Why should we delay?"

Without waiting for Rong Zhi to answer, she explained, "Because she is the Second Master's fiancée?"

"No." Rong Zhi frowned slightly.

A big sneer appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips, "Not what? She is not the Second Master's fiancée? Or is it not because of her?"

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, with an obscure expression, "What do you think?"

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but clench her fingers, her beautiful eyes shrouded in a thick mist, "In this regard, Mingmei is more generous than the Second Master."

Rong Zhi leaned to the side, his deep features half hidden in the darkness. His brows slowly furrowed, a hint of coldness lingering in his expression. "I have nothing to do with her."

"Heh." Sang Yuwan laughed out loud, as if she had just heard a huge joke. "Second Master, Mingmei is just one step away from an official announcement. What's the point in hiding it?"

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashed across his eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Some things, what you see and hear are not true."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Whether it's true or not, what does it have to do with me? I only know that Haitang Garden is my eldest brother's residence, and no one can take it away."

Rong Zhi stared at her with his deep, narrow eyes, his color becoming somewhat darker. "So it's because of him."

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, and she pursed her lips, turning pale. "This is the Ming family's affair. Could it be that Master Rong wants to interfere?"

Rong Zhi said, "I have no choice but to intervene."

Sang Yuwan sneered, and her whole body seemed to be shrouded in a chill. "Okay, then I want to see if you can take this Begonia Garden away."

Rong Zhi said calmly, "It's mine, I will never give it up."

Sang Yuwan's heart was greatly shocked, and her pupils shrank. "So it was you who wanted to take away Haitangyuan. I was wondering why Ming Mei was so fine..."

No matter how wild Mingmei's personality is, she wouldn't dare to act so recklessly without someone's support.

It turns out that the person who really wants Haitangyuan is Rong Zhi.

Sang Yuwan's expression froze for a moment, and she raised her hand, as if to slap Rong Zhi.

Unexpectedly, Rong Zhi intercepted her hand mid-air, looking a little annoyed, "What's your reason for hitting me?"

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved violently, and two clusters of anger flashed in his eyes. "My eldest brother's life is in danger because of this. Shouldn't I beat you?"

Rong Zhi's brows furrowed slightly, "So, we have this grudge."

Sang Yuwan's eyes flushed slightly, and her body trembled slightly. "Rongzhi, if anything happens to my brother, I will never let you go in this life."

Rong Zhi was shocked, but his expression remained calm, "Ming Xiao didn't expect to live long..."

"Rongzhi!" Sang Yuwan's chest heaved.

The air was suddenly filled with gunpowder smoke.

Rong Zhi unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, his Adam's apple bulging, and whispered, "So, in your heart, the Ming family is the most important."

"What a joke." Sang Yuwan sneered, with huge waves surging in his eyes, "I forgot that the Second Master is a heartless person."

When Rong Zhi heard this, his expression changed slightly. He lowered his eyes and stared at her, "Sang Yuwan, say it again."

Sang Yuwan immediately spoke up, "What am I afraid to say, you..."

Rong Zhi could no longer control himself, and stretched out his long arms, pulling her into his arms. Before she could react, he pressed his lips heavily against hers.

The scorching fire carried a bit of anger.

Scorching and terrifying.

Sang Yuwan wanted to resist, but it was too late.

Rong Zhi's kiss deepened little by little.

It's about to get out of control.

Sang Yuwan bit him regardless of the consequences.

The mouths of both men were filled with blood.

He bit the tip of his tongue.

However, he did not back down.

He swallowed the blood and continued to attack the city.

Sang Yuwan hadn't expected him to be so crazy. She was ready to bite again.

But he was prepared.

As his blood and qi declined, Sang Yuwan felt nauseous.

"Well……"

She pushed Rong Zhi hard with all her strength.

Rong Zhi suddenly relaxed.

Sang Yuwan hurriedly got up and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

Rong Zhi stood up and followed.

"Uh... ugh..."

Sang Yuwan lay in front of the glass table, lowered her head, and kept retching.

Rong Zhi walked over, frowned, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

There were some things he had to hide from her.

The person who ordered Mingmei to take away Haitangyuan was not him, but Shen Yilin.

The reason why he took it on was because once she knew that it was Shen Yilin who did it, she would never give up.

With her current abilities, she would soon be able to find out some secrets about her.

He couldn't let her know.

Because once she knew, the consequences would be disastrous.

Therefore, he would rather she hate her than know the truth.

Rong Zhi reached out and gently stroked her back. His eyes were filled with anxiety. "I'll take you to the hospital."

Sang Yuwan's eyes were red as she shouted angrily, "Get out of here!"

Rong Zhi looked at her pale face and took two deep breaths. "I'll ask the doctor to come over."

Sang Yuwan scooped up a handful of water, rinsed her mouth, and then straightened up. "I'm speaking human language, don't you understand?"

Rong Zhi's heart tightened, and his breathing became heavy. "Don't take your anger out on your body and the child."

Sang Yuwan turned around and raised her eyes, "Rongzhi, I don't want to see you."

Rong Zhi reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Sang Yuwan struggles.

Rong Zhi picked her up and carried her sideways, striding towards the bedroom.

Sang Yuwan struggled to break free but failed, and a hint of blood appeared in his eyes.

When Rong Zhi gently put her on the bed, she said, "Rong Zhi, I hate you."

Rong Zhi covered her with a quilt, then sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes lowered and dim.

After a few seconds of silence, he frowned slightly and said, "I even hate myself."

Sang Yuwan was so angry that she turned sideways and didn't want to say another word to him.

Rong Zhi carefully tucked the quilt for her and sat quietly for a while.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Sang Yuwan could almost hear the chaotic beating of her own heart.

Rong Zhi glanced at the calming incense on the bedside table, took out his phone, and searched for it. After confirming that it was safe, he got up and lit it.

A faint fragrance, almost imperceptible, slowly passed over Sang Yuwan's nostrils.

His brows, stained with anger, were slightly gloomy.

When she was half asleep, she heard the sound of a door closing gently.

At that moment, her heart sank.

The room was filled with fragrance and I felt increasingly sleepy.

She finally fell asleep.

Rong Zhi came to the living room outside, lay down on the sofa with his clothes on, and put his hands behind his head.

The orange light faded, coating his stern features with a fine golden glow. His expression was indifferent, but his eyes were distant and sharp.

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