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

The man leaned back and glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Light me a cigarette."

Mingmei was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, and hurriedly pulled a box of cigars from the car's glove compartment. Her fingertips were shaking uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the man curled his lips and asked, "Miss Ming is scared?"

Mingmei's heartbeat quickened, and her face paled terribly. After a few seconds of pause, she feigned composure before responding, "What should I be afraid of?"

She suppressed her panic and pressed the lighter.

She said she wasn't afraid, but her hands betrayed her. She pressed it several times before she managed to light the cigar.

She shook it, and the fireworks turned scarlet.

"Mr. Shen, please."

The man took the cigar and took a puff. The thick smoke spread out, blurring his cruel and sinister features.

"Miss Ming, what are you going to do next?"

Anger instantly crossed Mingmei's face. "I've already given Sang Yuwan a chance. Since she doesn't cherish it, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, but there was a meaningful smile on his face, "Tell me, how ruthless is it?"

The cigar burned slowly between his slender fingers, and the smell of smoke became stronger and stronger.

Mingmei was gradually shrouded in the smoke.

She couldn't help but frown slightly, and bravely rolled down the car window a finger's width.

The man seemed oblivious to this. He took a drag on his cigar and continued, "It seems Miss Ming is just engaging in a verbal battle. And really, Sang Yuwan right now could crush you to death with just a flick of her little finger. You're really overestimating yourself if you want to deal with her."

Mingmei's breathing hitched, and the anger that she had suppressed deep in her heart flared up. A strong sense of hostility surfaced in her eyes. "I'm not that easy to control."

The man raised his eyelids slightly, tilted his head, and blew a puff of smoke at her.

Mingmei choked unexpectedly and started coughing uncontrollably, "Cough cough..."

The man's eyes tightened, his expression suddenly becoming gloomy, and two ice flowers condensed in his light gray pupils. "I think Miss Ming is quite easy to control."

Mingmei clenched her fingers, her white and slender joints bulged, her jawline was tightly stretched, and her chest rose and fell.

A breeze rushed in through the window gap, carrying away wisps of green smoke.

Mingmei still felt a tightness in her chest and wanted to push the door open, but she didn't have the courage.

The man sitting next to her was Shen Yilin, the eldest son of the Shen family in Beijing. He was also Mr. Shen's only grandson.

Mingmei's eyelids suddenly twitched. She slowly turned her head, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Shen, Sang Yuwan said that she is your sister. Is this true?"

Shen Yilin's expression paused slightly, and a dangerous storm suddenly surged in his eyes. The cigarette at his fingertips burned silently.

The smoke was thick, and wisps of it seemed to transform into invisible ropes.

Mingmei felt as if something was strangling her neck, and it was a little difficult to breathe. She swallowed hard and said tremblingly, "Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."

Shen Yilin's face was gloomy. "My sister. Haha. This Sang Yuwan is just like that vixen, so shameless."

Mingmei couldn't help but laugh sarcastically in her heart when she heard this, and her tense expression suddenly relaxed a lot.

It seems that Sang Yuwan and Shen Yilin are not from the same mother, and are most likely half-siblings.

Shen Yilin's hatred for Sang Yuwan's mother explains everything.

Sang Yuwan's mother interfered with his parents' marriage.

Mingmei couldn't help but feel a little proud after accidentally discovering this "secret". Her tight jawline gradually relaxed.

Through the smoke, Shen Yilin's eyes were eerie, and the scarlet fireworks reflected in his eyes made him look even more terrifying.

"Mr. Shen, if you hate her so much, why don't you just disclose her life story?"

Mingmei forgot for a moment that the man sitting next to her was a moody person.

"Heh." Shen Yilin sneered, "Miss Ming, don't think that just because I said a few more words to you, you can stop talking."

Mingmei was shocked and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

She trembled and said, "Mr. Shen, I deserve to die."

Shen Yilin's cold voice penetrated the smoke and reached her ears, "Slap your face."

Mingmei's eyes widened, her face pale as paper, "Mr. Shen..."

Snapped--

Before she could finish her words, Shen Yilin slapped her in the face and cursed sinisterly, "Remember, watch your mouth. Otherwise, next time it won't be just a slap."

Mingmei trembled all over, and the sweat and tears on her forehead merged at the corners of her eyes and rolled down.

"Get out!" Shen Yilin put out his unfinished cigar in the car's ashtray, opened his cold lips and shouted angrily.

"Yes." Mingmei was scared to death. She pushed open the car door nervously and got out.

His feet felt a little weak and his body swayed twice before he could barely stand steady.

The man standing by the car opened the driver's door.

boom--

The Maybach sped away like an arrow.

Mingmei stood there, biting the flesh on the inside of her mouth, her eyes red.

"No one in the Shen family is a good person."

hum-

The phone rang.

Mingmei took two deep breaths, walked angrily to her sedan, opened the door, and got in.

She put her sunglasses back on.

After starting the car, I pressed the answer button.

"Go back to the Ming family immediately."

The cold voice was filled with anger.

The person who called was Ming Zhan, the heir of the Ming family.

Mingmei was so angry she had no place to vent. She turned the steering wheel and said unhappily, "I don't have time now."

Ming Zhan emphasized his tone, "I'll give you half an hour. If you don't come back, I'll immediately remove you from the Ming family's genealogy."

"Why?!" Mingmei gritted her teeth, half of her face was red and swollen.

This morning, she was first angered by Sang Yuwan, then beaten by Shen Yilin. Now, Ming Zhan was threatening to expel her from the Ming family.

Mingmei was going crazy inside. All her anger and shame turned into a raging fire that burned her.

She stepped on the accelerator and overtook several cars.

This caused other drivers to curse angrily.

She turned a deaf ear and continued to overtake.

"Mingmei, are you speeding?"

Ming Zhan heard the car's engine was too loud, so he lowered his voice and asked in a low voice.

"Do I need to report to you about what I do?" Mingmei retorted.

Ming Zhan took a deep breath and said, "Ming Mei, pull over immediately."

Mingmei snorted coldly, "I won't."

Ming Zhan said anxiously, "Ming Mei, I order you to pull over immediately."

Mingmei gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles bulging and white. Her face was tense, and the veins on her forehead were bulging.

"Ming Zhan, if you don't stop the car, I will call the police." Ming Zhan warned again.

Mingmei ignored him, pressing the accelerator to the floor. Her red eyes were filled with murderous intent. She didn't notice that she had reached a traffic light.

"Bright..."

boom--