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

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank, and his eyes, hidden in the dim light, made his face look angular and imposing.

After a few seconds, he replied.

"Keep an eye on him."

Three short words, a majestic and strong attitude.

The other party responded instantly.

"Yes, Second Master."

Rong Zhi frowned, took a deep breath, and gently put down his phone.

After a long time, he pulled the blanket that Sang Yuwan usually covered herself with when she took a nap, casually draped it over himself, and closed his eyes behind his ears.

After a while, both people inside and outside the room fell asleep.

The next day.

As the sky brightened, Sang Yuwan's arm emerged from under the covers, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. The faint scent of orange mixed with the fragrance of orchids made her frown slightly.

It seemed like she didn't light any calming incense last night.

She suddenly sat up with a start, her heart trembling slightly. She turned her head and looked at the small round table not far away.

The incense is still burning.

Her eyes darkened instantly, and she threw off the quilt and got out of bed. She walked to the table, picked up a pair of scissors, and snuffed out the incense.

She stood there for a few minutes, frowning and looking around.

Rong Zhi was no longer in the room.

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Outside, a cell phone ringtone could be heard, each one louder than the last.

Sang Yuwan was stunned for half a second, then hurriedly opened the bedroom door and prepared to get her cell phone.

Suddenly, she paused, her gaze fixed on the sofa in the living room. Her jawline instantly tensed.

The man on the sofa heard the sound, turned over and slowly sat up.

"Rongzhi, you..." Sang Yuwan stood there, her brows furrowed in disbelief.

"Good morning." Rong Zhi looked at her, raised his eyebrows, and spoke with a smile.

Sang Yuwan frowned and lowered her voice, "Who told you to sleep here?"

Rong Zhi stood up and replied with a smile, "You asked me to come up, saying you wanted to have a good chat, but you ended up falling asleep."

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she pursed her lower lip, "There's nothing more to talk about with you."

Rong Zhi curled his lips and smiled, but said nothing. Then, he withdrew his gaze, folded the blanket neatly, and put it back in its place.

Sang Yuwan's eyes twitched slightly, a faint light flickering in them. Her heart was already in a mess, her thoughts flying. She bit the corner of her lip and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Rong Zhi looked at her back, his lips curved upwards, and his smile deepened.

When Sang Yuwan came out after washing up, the living room was empty.

She went upstairs, where Aunt Qiu quickly brought breakfast. A few minutes later, Minglang came up with a bouquet of flowers.

Sang Yuwan glanced at it casually, "Did Xiansi send it?"

Minglang was stunned for half a second, then replied, "It's two..."

Sang Yuwan's face darkened instantly, and he scolded in a low voice, "Throw it away." After a pause, he said, "From now on, you are not allowed to accept anything from him."

Minglang was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself.

"Madam and the Second Young Master are arguing? That shouldn't happen. The Second Young Master and Madam have such a good relationship, how could they possibly be arguing? Could it be because of the Second Young Master, who stayed here last night? Did he say something to Madam..."

"What are you still standing there for? Throw it away quickly." Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened and his tone became heavier.

Minglang's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said, "Madam, I will throw it away right away."

He ran downstairs, looking at the bouquet of champagne roses in full bloom, hesitant. After a two-minute pause, he took out his phone and sent a message to Ming Zhan.

"Second Young Master, Madam is in a bad mood today and won't accept anything."

As soon as the message was sent successfully, Ming Zhan called him.

Minglang hurried to a secluded place and pressed the answer button.

Ming Zhan's anxious voice soon rang in his ears.

"what happened?"

Minglang swallowed hard, looking uneasy. "Second Young Master, did you have a fight with the Madam? She's so angry."

Ming Zhan was stunned for a few seconds, his tone slightly puzzled, "How could I possibly quarrel with her?"

Minglang was puzzled. "Madam said that from now on, you are not allowed to accept anything you send."

"Hmm?" Ming Zhan's tone suddenly dropped. "Did she really say that?"

Minglang affirmed, "Yes."

Ming Zhan was stunned for a moment, his voice low and hoarse, "Is she trying to completely draw a line between us?"

Minglang's heart tightened, he couldn't believe it, "How is this possible?"

Ming Zhan took a deep breath, his voice growing hoarse, "It's been less than three months since Bo Xingzhi passed away. She did this to avoid suspicion."

Minglang blurted out, "If that's the case, the person Madam should avoid the most is the Second Master. She treats him..."

Realizing that he had said something out of turn, he suddenly stopped talking and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ming Zhan felt indescribably depressed and uneasy when he heard this. "Madam and the Second Master have a good relationship?"

"They..." Minglang didn't dare to say more.

Ming Zhan was silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke, "Alright. Tell Wan'er that I understand what she's thinking. You want her to relax and not have any psychological burden. Also, Alang, you must take good care of her and not let her get into any trouble."

Minglang felt a sour taste in his nose. "Second Young Master, don't worry. I will take good care of the Madam."

"That's it for now." Minglang hung up the phone dejectedly.

Minglang walked to the trash can and looked at the bouquet of flowers in full bloom, feeling very uncomfortable.

He went upstairs again and came to Sang Yuwan, lowering his head, "Madam, the second young master asked me to tell you that he understands your thoughts. He wants you to relax and not have any psychological burden."

Sang Yuwan's fingers holding the chopsticks suddenly tightened, and she frowned, "For no reason, he..."

Before she could finish her words, her cell phone rang.

It was Rong Zhi.

Her eyes darkened and she cut it off without hesitation.

Seeing this, Minglang turned around silently and walked downstairs.

Sang Yuwan threw her phone back on the dining table, picked up a steamed bun and started eating it in small bites.

Seeing that she refused, Rong Zhi did not call again.

Sang Yuwan had a poor appetite today. He only drank half a bowl of millet porridge, ate two small buns, and then put down his chopsticks.

Just as she was about to get up, she remembered what Ming Zhan asked Ming Lang to tell her, and she couldn't help but frown.

"Did something happen to him?"

After getting in the car, she looked in the rearview mirror and asked Ming Lang, "Besides Big Brother's matter, has the Ming family encountered any other difficulties recently?"

"No." Minglang blurted out.

Sang Yuwan frowned and said, "Go and find out quietly. Maybe they don't want me to know and are deliberately hiding it from me."

Minglang replied, "Yes, ma'am."

Sang Yuwan leaned back and said calmly, "Let's go to the hospital first and see the old lady. Then we'll go to the group."

"Yes." Minglang responded and then started the car.

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hospital.

Ming Zhan sat in front of Ming Xiao's bed, carefully stirring the nutritious porridge in the porcelain bowl for him.

A faint heat, as if it is there and not there.

"A Zhan, why are you so worried?" Ming Xiao could tell at a glance that he was in a low mood.

Ming Zhan was stunned for a moment, and tried hard to force a faint smile, "What can happen to me?"

Ming Xiao said, "Because of Wanwan?"

Ming Zhan's eyelids twitched, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

Ming Xiao immediately understood. He pulled the quilt on himself and leaned his back against the headboard. "A Zhan, some things can't be rushed. Give her some time."