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

Rong Zhi continued, "Sang Yuwan, if I insist on marrying you, will you agree?"

Sang Yuwan's whole body froze, not daring to move.

Rong Zhi took a deep breath and slowly straightened up.

The air around Sang Yuwan was all permeated with his scent.

Sang Yuwan bit the corner of her lip, a trace of panic flashed across her eyes, and she uttered a muffled sound in her throat, "I didn't drink today, but you are drunk."

Rong Zhi leaned back and let her lean on his arms, "Do you think I was talking drunkenly?"

Sang Yuwan's heart was pounding non-stop, and her heart was like a raging wave, unable to calm down no matter what she did. "If it's not drunken talk, could it be what's really going on?"

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened slightly, and his expression became more serious. "After that night at the Grand Hotel, I decided to do this."

Sang Yuwan's heart was surging, and thousands of emotions arose.

Rong Zhi's tone was sincere and his expression was serious; he was not joking.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and looked at him carefully, "Rongzhi, how could you go back on your word?"

Rong Zhi felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had eaten coptis root, extremely bitter.

He looked at her, his love revealed without a trace of concealment.

"because I love you."

A low voice, like the sound of a bell, reached Sang Yuwan's ears.

Her heart skipped a beat and her face flushed with shock.

I love you.

The simplest confession.

Bo Xingzhi had also told her this.

At that time, she had given up the idea of ​​being with Ming Zhan and accepted his "love" with joy.

Unexpectedly, his love was full of lies and exploitation.

Now, when Rong Zhi said this, she no longer dared to accept it.

She was afraid that her joy would be in vain again.

What's more, she and Rong Zhi have special identities.

If you really accept it, the road ahead will be very difficult.

Sang Yuwan lowered her head, forcefully pried Rong Zhi's hands apart, and slowly stood up.

She tensed her back and stood in front of Rong Zhi.

The back figure reveals a bit of coldness.

"Rong Zhi, you can love anyone, but not me."

The decisive words were tinged with coldness.

Rong Zhi's heartstrings tightened, and he stood up silently. "Are you afraid that I will be like Bo Xingzhi?"

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "Second Master likes women, how could he be the same as him."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, "Then what are you afraid of? Using you? Toying with you?"

Sang Yuwan laughed at herself and said, "You are now the head of the Rong family. How can I take advantage of you?"

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes, "Then what are you afraid of?"

Sang Yuwan suddenly turned around, her eyelids slightly raised, her eyes red, "Rong Zhi, even if you have returned to the Rong family, it cannot change your identity as the second master of the Bo family."

Rong Zhi's breathing slowed, his chest heaving, and his eyes darkened. "Is this what you're fussing about?" He paused, then added, "The Bo family isn't worth it."

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled. The vague thought that emerged in her mind was like a sharp knife, stabbing into her heart. It stirred, and her internal organs twisted together.

hum-

The rapid vibration of her cell phone brought her back to her senses.

She took a deep breath, took her cell phone, and walked towards the bedroom.

boom--

She closed the door and locked it.

Rong Zhi stood there, looking at the closed door, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Did she think that if she locked the door, he wouldn't be able to get in?

Two minutes later, he went downstairs.

Sang Yuwan walked to the window and pressed the answer button.

The person who called was Xiansi.

Sang Yuwan knew clearly that she was Rong Zhi's woman, but she did not drive her away immediately. Instead, she still trusted her as before.

Xiansi worked harder than before.

"Madam, Miss Ming said she wants to see you."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "No."

Xian Si was silent for a few seconds, her tone a little nervous, "She said that if you refuse, she will reveal the truth about the deaths of Mr. Bo and Secretary Gu."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened instantly, her breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed like a more violent storm accumulating in her chest.

She unconsciously leaned forward slightly, her eyes full of contempt.

"I'll say it again, no." After a pause, he added, "Tell her that if she brings up Bo Xingzhi again, she'll have to endure much more than I did."

Xian Si responded, "Yes, ma'am."

Sang Yuwan looked at the night outside the window, her eyes dark, "How is Qin Zhihua now?"

Xian Si replied, "Her emotions have stabilized."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and he said calmly, "Have you made arrangements with the paparazzi?"

Xian Si responded, "Everything is arranged. At twelve o'clock tonight, the news of Miss Ming and an unknown artist competing for attention will be exposed."

A glimmer of light flashed across Sang Yuwan's eyes, then disappeared in a flash.

Xian Si paused, his tone somewhat uneasy, "Madam, there was a murder at Qinghe Garden, you..."

Sang Yuwan interrupted coldly, "I won't be staying there these days. If there are any urgent documents, please send them to Nanshan Villa."

"Nanshan..." Xian Si was suddenly stunned.

Sang Yuwan hung up the phone.

Outside the window, the moon hung in the deep sky, casting a soft and mysterious silver light, covering the earth with a thin gauze.

The tall trees not far away became hazy and profound, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, as if whispering and dancing with the night wind.

Occasionally, the chirping of one or two night birds breaks the silence of the night.

Sang Yuwan watched quietly, taking deep breaths.

She wanted to calm her heart as soon as possible.

Rong Zhi's words "I love you" kept echoing in my ears.

Huge rocks were thrown into the lake of my heart again and again, causing huge splashes of water.

Sang Yuwan knew that tonight was destined to be a restless night.

knock --

The knock on the door was neither light nor heavy. It was very rhythmic.

No need to ask, I know it is Rong Zhi.

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled, but she didn't look back or pay any attention.

knock knock --

The knock on the door sounded again.

Sang Yuwan chose to remain silent again.

At this time, she didn't want to face Rong Zhi.

Because she didn't want to have a complete falling out with him at this time.

Even though she knew how despicable Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi were, she had to take responsibility.

Because Bo's company still has so many employees.

She couldn't choose to give up because of Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi.

As long as she is in charge of the "Bo Group", she will do her best.

click-

There was a sound of the door opening.

Sang Yuwan was horrified and turned around abruptly.

In sight, Rong Zhi, who had changed his clothes, walked in carrying a bamboo fruit basket.

"Your favorite fruit."

Sang Yuwan's pretty eyebrows were stained with anger, and her eyes shot into him like knives.

Rong Zhi strode in from outside, his brows and eyes gentle, "Don't you like it?"

Sang Yuwan stared at him, her breathing a little difficult. "Mingmei wants to disclose the cause of Bo Xingzhi's death. What do you think about this?"