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

Mingmei walked out of the first floor lobby of the Bo Group, stopped, raised her eyes, and looked upwards.

Each floor of the towering building is like a carefully crafted work of art, stacked layer by layer until it reaches the top and disappears into the hazy sky.

Mingmei was filled with rage, her face flushed red, and bloodshot eyes appeared.

"Sang Yuwan, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Humph."

She withdrew her gaze and walked straight towards her car.

When she was about to reach the plum-colored coupe, someone gave way to her.

"Isn't this the famous star Mingmei?"

"It really is."

Someone immediately agreed.

Immediately, the two of them ran up to her, excited and excited, "Miss Ming, can we take a photo with you?"

A trace of annoyance flashed in Mingmei's eyes. She raised her hand, pushed the sunglasses on her nose, and deliberately lowered her voice, "You have the wrong person."

"Ms. Ming, I am your loyal fan and will never make a mistake."

"Yes, you were photographed in this outfit the day before yesterday. Also, the watch you're wearing is a limited edition. No one else has it except you."

"Ms. Ming, don't worry. We just want to keep it as a souvenir and will never release it."

"Yes. Miss Ming, we have been your fans for so many years. We strongly support every work you shoot."

Mingmei's patience ran out. As she walked forward, she said coldly, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Please don't follow me."

"Miss Ming, we won't keep you for long. We'll just take a photo..."

Mingmei was already irritated, and the constant pestering only made her even more furious. She raised her hand and slammed a fan's phone.

pat-

The fan's phone bounced off and fell to the ground unexpectedly.

It fell apart in an instant.

"Miss Ming, you..."

The fan was so angry that he was speechless.

Another one raised his phone and started recording a video.

Mingmei's face darkened. She opened her handbag, took out a stack of bills from her wallet, and stuffed it into the fan's hand. "This money is enough to buy a new one."

"Ms. Ming, you've gone too far." The fan was almost crying with anger. His arms loosened and the banknotes scattered all over the floor.

Mingmei had already walked to the car, opened the door, and angrily said, "Get out."

A lot of people gathered around them to watch the fun.

"Is that Mingmei?"

"Yes, that's her." Another fan, holding up a mobile phone to record the video, shouted.

"She's still as arrogant as ever."

"Who says it's not?" someone said disdainfully, "She's always had a bad reputation, and I don't know why she still has so many fans."

"There are so many crazy fans nowadays. They don't care about a person's character."

"It's ridiculous."

"This Mingmei was jealous of another celebrity yesterday?"

"Oh. Is there such a thing?"

"The producer she had a scandal with last time fell for a newcomer. When she found out, she made a scene. The newcomer was no pushover either. The two of them started fighting right in front of the producer."

"Tsk tsk. Doesn't the Ming family care about her?"

"The Ming family thought she was a disgrace and was just about to remove her from the family tree."

The discussions grew louder and louder.

There are more and more people watching.

Mingmei took a deep breath, quickly opened the car door and got in.

The fan whose phone was broken was probably furious and reached out to grab the car door. "Ms. Ming, you haven't apologized yet?"

Mingmei's face darkened, and a cold glint flashed in her almond-shaped eyes beneath her sunglasses. "Let go."

The fan tugged at the door handle, "Apologize!"

"Apologize!"

"Apologize!!!"

The crowd of onlookers echoed loudly.

Mingmei's expression turned very ugly. "I'm warning you, if you don't let go, don't blame me for being rude."

The fan said, "You broke my phone for no reason, shouldn't you apologize?"

"Apologize!"

"Apologize!!!"

People around were eager to denounce.

Waves are higher than waves.

Seeing this, Mingmei had no choice but to apologize.

His chest heaved violently, and he was about to speak.

A Maybach was coming at high speed from the opposite direction.

The bright pupils suddenly shrank.

The Maybach didn't slow down and drove straight towards the crowd of onlookers.

The roar of the engine scared the crowd away, and even the fan who was recording the video with his phone ran to the stairs.

The fan who was holding Mingmei's car door was also stunned.

Mingmei took the opportunity, gritted her teeth, and slammed the car door shut.

Then she started the car.

The two cars were driving in opposite directions.

ten minutes later.

The Maybach forced Mingmei to stop in front of Tianfu Square.

Mingmei gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, her palms full of cold sweat.

She was breathing heavily.

Bang bang bang.

Someone came and knocked on the car window.

Mingmei took two deep breaths, tilted her head and looked over.

After a few seconds, she slowly rolled down the window.

"Miss Ming, Mr. Shen wants to see you."

Mingmei was horrified and swallowed hard, "I have something to do today, can we do it another day?"

The man said in a tone that was neither too light nor too heavy, "You'd better not refuse." After a pause, he added, "My young master just saved you."

Mingmei's heart was beating fast. She took off her sunglasses and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She took two deep breaths and reluctantly pushed open the car door.

The man led her to the front of the Maybach, bent down, and opened the back door for her. "Ms. Ming, please."

Mingmei glanced inside, her heart sank, and her stomach got stuck in her throat.

The man inside leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed. His profile was gloomy.

Mingmei bit the corner of her lip, clenched her fingers, and sat down.

The car door closed gently.

"Master Shen."

Mingmei sat almost pressed against the car door, her fingertips nearly piercing her palms. Her voice trembled as she spoke in a panic.

"What did Sang Yuwan say?" The man opened his thin lips slightly, his voice deep and low.

Mingmei lowered her head, not daring to look at him, "She didn't agree."

"Heh." The man sneered as his mouth twitched. "Miss Ming swore solemnly that she would definitely take care of her."

Mingmei's back was covered in cold sweat, and she was trembling with fear. "I didn't expect that she doesn't care about her reputation at all now."

The man slowly opened his eyes, tilted his head, and looked at her. His eyes were deep and cold, "It seems that her relationship with Rong Zhi has taken another step closer."

Mingmei froze.

The man narrowed his eyes, "Miss Ming, I really overestimated you. It's understandable that Bo Xingzhi couldn't handle it. After all, he likes men. But you can't handle Rongzhi either, hehe..."

Mingmei's eyes were in a panic, and her palms felt a sharp pain. "Mr. Shen, Rongzhi has stayed away from women for so many years..."

"If he really doesn't like women, why would Sang Yuwan get pregnant?" The man interrupted with a fierce look in his eyes.

Mingmei's eyes widened, her mind went blank, and then began to buzz.

The man looked at her and smiled meaningfully, "Why? Are you surprised?"

Mingmei's pupils shrank, and her heartbeat was about to burst out of her chest, "Is the child in Sang Yuwan's belly really Rongzhi's?"