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

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

Sang Yuwan didn't say anything else.

At this moment, she hoped that Ming Zhan's answer would be affirmative.

That way, the debt she owes Rong Zhi will be less.

However, Ming Zhan's silence said it all.

The call time is getting longer and longer.

Sang Yuwan's heart sank to the bottom little by little, and her fingertips slowly pressed against the palm of her hand.

She was about to remove the phone from her ear when Ming Zhan on the other end of the line finally spoke.

"Wan'er, I'm sorry, I lied to you."

The low and hoarse voice contained unquestionable guilt and remorse, as well as panic.

Sang Yuwan's eardrums felt pricked, and her heart clenched. "Second brother, if it's not you, who else could it be?"

Rather than asking Ming Zhan, it was more like she was asking herself.

Even though the answer had been confirmed, she still refused to believe it.

Ming Zhan's heavy breathing could be heard. "Wan'er, I don't know who that person is either."

Sang Yuwan's lips moved as she whispered, "No matter who you are, you are my best second brother."

Ming Zhan took a deep breath, his voice trembling, "Wan'er...thank you."

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled, a trace of moisture welled up in her eyes, and her eyes were filled with a bit of moisture. "What are you thanking me for?"

Ming Zhan was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "Thank you for everything you have given me."

There is another sentence that has not been said.

"Wan'er, thank you for appearing in my world and letting me understand what love is."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Second brother, thank you too."

Ming Zhan chuckled.

Then, they hung up the phone tacitly.

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Sang Yuwan took the phone away from her ear, and the mist in her eyes condensed into water droplets, hanging on her eyelashes.

Refracted by the sunlight, rows of tiny pearl flowers are crystal clear, yet tinged with bitterness.

After all, she and Ming Zhan could never go back to the way they were before.

And her relationship with Rong Zhi is even more impure.

Rong Zhi is the biological father of the fetus in her womb, the man with whom she has an intimate relationship, and her savior.

The relationship between the two is not that of lovers or husband and wife.

Sang Yuwan's thoughts were in turmoil and he couldn't calm down.

after get off work.

She did not follow Rong Zhi's advice and insisted on returning to Qinghe Garden. But she did not take it lightly.

The Bo family's bodyguards were on guard outside, while the Ming family's bodyguards were guarding the villa.

She even changed her car.

Along the way, Minglang held the steering wheel tightly, his eyes bright, without any relaxation.

Xiansi was also in the car, looking through the window at the rearview mirror in front from time to time.

The appearance of Shen Yilin made them feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

I don’t know whether Shen Yilin had no intention of doing so, or he didn’t notice that Sang Yuwan had changed cars.

From the Bo Group to Qinghe Garden, the journey was smooth.

Minglang finally let go of his worries as he pulled into the villa's garage. He loosened his fingers, his palms wet with sweat.

He opened the car door and was about to get out when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Minglang's heart suddenly tightened. He turned his head and looked at Sang Yuwan in the back seat. "Madam?"

Sang Yuwan narrowed her eyes, a cold light pouring out, "What are you panicking about?"

Minglang took a deep breath and said, "I'll go down and take a look."

"Hmm." Sang Yuwan pursed her thin lips and uttered a low sound from her throat.

Minglang hurriedly jumped out of the car, walked to the dialog box, and took a look at it with a frown.

At the entrance to the villa stood a middle-aged woman in her forties, slightly plump and with fair skin. Although her clothes were simple, they showed a lot of quality.

Minglang saw that this person was unfamiliar and did not respond.

Sang Yuwan then got out of the car and walked over.

"Madam, this man may have come to the wrong place?" Minglang lowered his voice, his eyes full of vigilance.

Ding-dong-

The middle-aged woman did not leave, but pressed the doorbell again.

Minglang's cell phone rang.

The call came from the outer bodyguard.

"Assistant Ming, should we expel him?"

When the bodyguards saw that Sang Yuwan did not open the door, they thought that this middle-aged woman was a little suspicious.

"Wait a moment." Minglang asked Sang Yuwan, "Madam, do we need to drive this person away?"

Sang Yuwan looked at the woman in the eye frame, her eyes dark, "Ignore it for now."

"Yes." Minglang responded and turned to the bodyguard and said, "Keep an eye on her. Don't do anything yet."

Sang Yuwan took a step, entered the password, and opened the password door leading to the villa.

Minglang quickly followed.

It was quiet inside the villa.

The footsteps of the two people seemed a little heavy.

Aunt Qiu was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of food wafted out.

Sang Yuwan paused and said to Minglang, "Let's have dinner downstairs today."

Minglang nodded and then went to the kitchen.

Sang Yuwan didn't go upstairs, but sat down directly in the living room on the first floor.

She sat casually and pinched her sore nose bridge.

Minglang came out with a piece of stir-fried snow peas, "Madam, you can eat now."

Sang Yuwan sat still and asked in a low voice, "Is the woman at the door gone?"

Minglang put down his dish and replied, "Let's go. We went to room 1308 in front."

Sang Yuwan had a calm expression and there was no ripple in her eyes.

Minglang added, "She probably found the wrong one."

Sang Yuwan stood up, curled the corners of her lips, and said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, "I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Minglang's heart suddenly became alarmed. "Don't worry, Madam. I will have them keep an eye on it."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Aunt Qiu came out with a tray of food and bowed respectfully when she saw her.

Sang Yuwan's expression changed, and her eyes became much gentler.

Minglang tensed up, turned around and went to the kitchen, and called the bodyguards again.

Sang Yuwan was in a bad mood today. Faced with a table full of delicious dishes, she had no appetite. She only ate half a bowl of rice and sampled four or five dishes. She left most of the dishes untouched.

Seeing this, Aunt Qiu couldn't help but feel anxious, thinking that there was something wrong with the food she cooked.

Rong Zhi arranged for her to come here and had told her to make sure Sang Yuwan had a good meal and enough to eat.

Seeing her anxious face, Minglang hurriedly explained to her using sign language.

"It's not that the food you cooked is bad, it's just that Madam is in a bad mood today."

Aunt Qiu became even more worried.

There are some things that even Minglang cannot say too much about.

He smiled at her and went to the monitoring room.

The villa is surrounded by high-definition cameras and is also equipped with automatic alarm systems.

The security alert is even more stringent than that of Rongzhi's Nanshan Villa.

Aunt Qiu stood in front of the dining table, looking at the untouched dishes, and couldn't help but sigh.

hum-

Mobile phone vibration.

Memo reminder.

She took a deep breath, took out her phone, took a picture of the dining table, and sent it to someone.

Sang Yu went to the third floor at night, sat on the sofa for a while, and then took a shower.

The sky turned completely dark.

Everything around was shrouded in darkness.

Sang Yuwan walked into the study with her cell phone in hand.

Because of her pregnancy, she has cut back on her use of electronic devices.

But Xiansi just called her and said that there was a project in Qiaocheng that urgently needed her approval.