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

Sang Yuwan was silent for a few seconds, suppressing her panic and slowly speaking, "When?"

Rong Zhi raised his eyes slightly, looking at the completely dark night sky, his pupils shrinking slightly, "When you were five years old. Jiangcheng Orphanage."

Sang Yuwan's heartstrings tightened and his expression became more and more incredible.

She vaguely remembered that before her parents had any accidents, they would go to the welfare home every month to provide free medical treatment to the children there.

Sometimes, Mom and Dad would take her with them.

When she was five years old, Rong Zhi was already eleven years old.

He has been adopted by Bo Yuanshan.

Rong Zhi didn't look at her, but he could sense her confusion. His eyebrows flickered as he explained, "Every time your parents go to the welfare home for free medical treatment, that's also when the Bo family makes donations to the welfare home."

Sang Yuwan was startled, a chill running down her back, even her breath chilling. Her fingers clenched slowly, a bold thought forming in her mind. A chill instantly enveloped her.

Rong Zhi withdrew his gaze and looked at her silently.

Some truths, once revealed, are like a bottomless abyss.

He didn't want to let her know so soon, but it seemed as if there was some kind of divine power leading her to tear open the past.

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint red appeared at the corners of her eyes. "Is this a coincidence?"

Rong Zhi felt an invisible pressure in his heart, like a heavy stone pressing on his chest, making his breathing heavy and stuffy.

He frowned slightly, "Maybe, maybe not."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and she said in a suppressed tone, "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

The dim and gentle light of the street lamp fell gently, covering the two of them with a faint, hazy glow.

Unconsciously, the elongated figures quietly intertwined together.

The trees beside them cast mottled shadows under the light, intersecting and overlapping with the two people's shadows.

The interweaving of light and shadow makes the facial features of the two people more profound and three-dimensional, and the look in their eyes has a hint of subtlety.

Sang Yuwan's heartbeat quickened, and she looked away. She tore off her clothes and threw them into Rong Zhi's arms. Then, she turned and walked into the villa.

Rong Zhi paused for half a second before taking a step forward to catch up.

As soon as he entered, Rong Zhi's cell phone rang.

He saw the caller ID and paused.

Press the answer button.

"Master Rong, Rong Moyuan has already started selling off the Rong family's assets. It looks like he's preparing to run away."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and he said in a cold voice, "If you want to run away, it won't be that easy."

"Don't worry, Mr. Rong, I will keep an eye on him." The other party said in a firm tone.

Rong Zhi's eyes were dark and deep, "I want to take back all the Rong family assets without spending a single cent."

The other party immediately responded, "Yes. Master Rong."

Rong Zhi hung up the phone and found that Sang Yuwan had walked out of his sight.

So he went to the kitchen and washed some fruits.

Two minutes later, the man in black came over and said respectfully, "Second Master, the Madam is leaving."

Rong Zhi paused, turned around, and asked, "Is the door locked?"

The man in black lowered his head and said, "As you instructed, the gates to the front and back yards are locked."

Rong Zhi washed the fruit calmly, put the fruit basket away, and then walked towards the front yard door calmly.

Sang Yuwan waited for a few minutes, but the man in black did not come to answer. His brows furrowed and anger appeared in his eyes.

She frowned, turned around and went to find Rong Zhi.

The two met in the corridor in front of the hall.

"What do you mean?" Sang Yuwan raised her eyes, her eyes becoming increasingly angry.

Rong Zhi's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled faintly, "I said I'd stay here and rest tonight."

Sang Yuwan's face darkened, as if a storm was about to come. "Rongzhi, don't go too far."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, and her angry face was reflected in his dark pupils. "I have already told you the reason."

Minglang walked over with his nerves tense and spoke cautiously, "Madam, something happened at Qinghe Garden."

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but frown, "Minglang, you were bribed by him too?!"

Minglang shuddered and lowered his head hastily, "Madam, I didn't. There was a murder at Qinghe Garden this afternoon, and the Second Master didn't let me tell you."

Sang Yuwan's breathing stagnated, her brows furrowed, "Murder?"

Minglang trembled with fear, "The owner of Courtyard No. 7 accidentally beat his wife to death."

Sang Yuwan was shocked.

The residents of Qinghe Garden are either rich or noble.

The residents of Courtyard No. 7 are politicians.

Sang Yuwan had met them once or twice.

The couple seemed to be in harmony.

did not expect……

Sang Yuwan's eyes turned slightly colder, and her expression became more serious. "Have the police sealed off the entire neighborhood?"

"Not really." Minglang frowned and said worriedly, "Madam, you are pregnant now, so it's better to be more cautious."

Rong Zhi interjected, "He's right. For the sake of the child, it's better to be cautious."

Sang Yuwan didn't have so many taboos originally, but after the two of them talked about it, she felt inexplicably nervous.

She subconsciously stroked her lower abdomen.

The fetus is less than three months old and the condition is not yet completely stable.

Rong Zhi handed the fruit basket in his hand to Minglang. Without waiting for Sang Yuwan to react, he picked her up and carried her sideways, walking inside.

Minglang followed closely behind.

In Nanshan Villa, usually only Rong Zhi and the man in black are there.

Now, there are two more people.

The air didn't seem so cold anymore.

The man in black grabbed Minglang who was about to follow him upstairs and lowered his voice, "Do you still want to follow?"

Minglang gritted his teeth and broke free, his pupils shrinking slightly. "If I don't follow, what will I do with this fruit basket?"

The man in black curled his lips and asked, "Do you think Madam still has an appetite for fruit at this time?"

Minglang's chest rose and fell, and a big frown formed between his brows. "Doctor Jiang instructed that Madam should eat more fruit."

The man in black shook his head and said, "This child is incorrigible."

Minglang glared at him fiercely and turned away angrily.

The man in black shrugged, went to the bar, and made two cups of coffee.

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Rong Zhi carried Sang Yuwan to the second floor, and there was tenderness and love in his lowered eyes.

Sang Yuwan didn't look at him, but cursed him in a low voice with gritted teeth, "Rongzhi, if you feel lonely, you can call Mingmei over."

Rong Zhi walked to the sofa and sat down slowly.

His hands did not loosen.

Sang Yuwan sat on his lap.

An extremely intimate and ambiguous posture.

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened and his face flushed, "Let go!"

Rong Zhi hugged her tighter, speaking slowly, "Sang Yuwan, I don't feel lonely."

He called her by her name, which made Sang Yuwan's expression freeze slightly. Her eyes were as dark as ink, with a faint, invisible flame.

Rong Zhi leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on her neck. The heat of his breath brushed against Sang Yuwan's skin like a feather. Her heart palpitated, a tingling sensation. A large patch of red immediately covered her ears.

She struggled, "Rong Zhi, I'm pregnant, please don't mess around."

Rong Zhi pressed half of his face against her, and said calmly, "I know."

Sang Yuwan frowned, and said in a cold voice, suppressed with anger, "If you know, just let go."

Rong Zhi was silent for a few seconds, his eyes filled with deep affection, "Sang Yuwan, I will never let you go in this life."

Sang Yuwan was shocked, her heart beat so fast that it was about to jump out of her chest.