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

Rong Zhi's jawline suddenly tightened, his brows slightly wrinkled, and he whispered, "Go down."

Sang Yuwan's mood calmed down a bit, and he said in a cold voice, "What do you think about what happened today?"

Rong Zhi remained calm and took a step to the side.

The sunlight hit him, casting a dark shadow.

Sang Yuwan was standing in that shadow.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, his gaze dark, "Shen Yilin and Rong Moyuan, who do you prefer?"

Sang Yuwan twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, "Rong Moyuan and I have no grudges against each other. Why would he want to go after me?"

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, "Rong Moyuan can't do anything about me."

Sang Yuwan curled her lips and said, "Second Master, tell me, what deep hatred does Shen Yilin have against me?"

Rong Zhi's expression turned stern, his eyes filled with coldness, and the shadow suddenly became a little colder.

"You really want to know?"

Sang Yuwan stood in the shadows, her black and white eyes cold and silent, "You know?"

Rong Zhi's eyebrows flickered, and a complicated look flashed across his eyes, "Maybe it has something to do with your parents."

Sang Yuwan's heart felt like it was being struck by a heavy iron weapon. Her breathing became heavy and her spine felt cold. "Did my parents offend the Shen family?"

Rong Zhi stood in the sun, but his body felt a little cold, and his back became tense inch by inch.

He didn't want her to know about the old grudge.

But, it cannot be avoided.

Even if he doesn't tell her, she will find out one day.

Rong Zhi took two deep breaths and suggested in a low voice, "Let's go downstairs and talk."

Sang Yuwan's heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. She clenched her fingers, her face gloomy and covered with a layer of frost.

"Say it right here."

A breeze blew by, bringing with it a bit of freshness and coolness.

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but shiver.

Rong Zhi immediately took off his coat, stepped forward, and put it on her. "It's windy up there, let's go down and talk slowly."

Sang Yuwan's chilly back suddenly felt warm, and a faint scent of pine drifted past her nostrils. Her heart sank slightly, and she frowned. "If you're hiding something, I won't let you off easily," she said in a heavy voice.

Rong Zhi raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "Okay."

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, and her clenched fingers suddenly loosened. Her depressed and depressed mood inexplicably relaxed a little.

This man seemed to make him feel more at ease than Bo Xingzhi.

Bo Xingzhi was gentle and considerate to her. He always reported his trips to her. He would give her gifts on every meaningful day.

To outsiders, he is loyal in love and impeccable.

Sang Yuwan always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put it into words.

Rong Zhi is different. Although he doesn't say anything, he always appears when she needs him most.

Some words may sound like jokes, but they actually hide an inexplicable emotion.

Sang Yuwan took off her coat and handed it to Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi didn't put it on again, but just draped it over his arm.

The two of them walked down the rooftop, one in front and one behind.

Arriving at the lounge on the top floor, Sang Yuwan sat down on a single sofa.

Rong Zhi raised the indoor temperature by two degrees and poured her a glass of honey lemon water.

Sang Yuwan took the water cup and took two sips, leaving a sweet and sour taste in her mouth.

Rong Zhi pulled out a rattan chair and sat down, not sitting right next to her.

Sang Yuwan's fingers tightened around the water glass, and her eyes darkened. "Can you tell me now?"

Rong Zhi pursed his lips, glanced sideways, and said in a low voice, "The recording you listened to last time actually explained everything."

Sang Yuwan felt a sharp pain in her heart, her expression suddenly changed, and her voice was filled with coldness. "Are you saying that the culprit behind all this is my mother?"

Rong Zhi's heartstrings tightened inch by inch, and his expression gradually became heavy. "Yes."

Sang Yuwan's breathing stagnated, blood rushed to his head, and his face turned red. "You are talking nonsense."

Her voice was filled with heavy anger.

Rong Zhi's breathing quickened, and his gaze towards her grew deeper, "Your father's last name is not Sang..."

blah-

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved violently, and her fingers loosened, causing the water cup to fall to the ground.

There was a faint scent of lemon in the air.

There was a large water stain on the carpet.

Rong Zhi bent down and picked up the water cup. Then he stood up and handed the tissue to Sang Yuwan.

"Your father is actually the eldest son of the Shen family..."

Sang Yuwan suddenly raised her eyes, and the red color in her eyes was particularly glaring.

Rong Zhi's heart was gripped tightly, and a trace of heartache appeared in his complicated expression.

He took a deep breath and continued, "He is also Shen Yilin's father."

The thunder roared, each one louder than the last.

Sang Yuwan's ears buzzed, her brain buzzed, and then everything went blank. Her pretty face suddenly turned pale as snow. Her eyelashes trembled like a butterfly with broken wings.

Rong Zhi looked at her, breathing heavily.

If Shen Yilin hadn't caused trouble again and again, he wouldn't have told her the secret so early.

Shen Chongzhou's affairs are a taboo for the Shen family.

No one in the Shen family dared to mention it.

It’s even harder to say for outsiders.

But Shen Yilin wanted to make a big fuss about this.

He deliberately caused trouble for Sang Yuwan just to let people know.

Shen Chongzhou is a heartless man who abandoned his wife and children.

Sang Yuwan's mother, Lan Xin, is a vixen who destroys other people's families.

Rong Zhi knew that once Sang Yuwan knew about this, her heart would be deeply hurt. After all, in her mind, her parents were so perfect.

Sang Yuwan shuddered for no apparent reason, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Rong Zhi felt as if he had been severely whipped by a long whip when he saw this. He swallowed and poured himself another glass of honey lemonade.

He walked up to Sang Yuwan and half-knelt down, "Drink some water."

Sang Yuwan stared at him, a chill in her eyes. There was anger, resentment, and a hint of disbelief.

After a long time, she looked into his deep eyes and forced out a sentence from her throat, "Shen Yilin is my biological brother?"

Rong Zhi's fingers gripping the water cup gradually tightened, he pursed his lips and nodded.

"No...impossible..." Sang Yuwan's emotions suddenly surged. She grabbed the cup from Rong Zhi's hand and slammed it heavily to the ground.

boom--

The glass water cup shattered into pieces in an instant, and each sharp fragment flashed with a cold light.

A chill spread from the bottom of my heart, quickly flowing to my limbs and bones, and even the joints between my bones felt cold.

She clenched her fists, bit her lips, and her body continued to tremble violently.

Rong Zhi felt as if his heart was being stabbed by needles. He took a deep breath, opened his arms, and hugged her.

"Calm down first, I haven't finished yet."

The sun sets as if falling into an ice cellar, and the lips are terrifyingly pale.

She needed a little warmth, so she let Rong Zhi hold her tightly.

Rong Zhi knelt on one leg on the soaked carpet, holding her in one hand and stroking her back with the other.

"You are older than Shen Yilin, your mother is not the third party..."