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

Shen Yilin smiled sinisterly, "Sang Yuwan, who are you trying to scare?"

Sang Yuwan's clear eyes were filled with frost. "Take care of yourself."

Then, she hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to speak.

The next second, she turned on her cell phone.

Drop drop-

As information continued to be transmitted, Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank slightly and the line of her lips stretched into a straight line.

"Sang Yuwan, the baby in your belly is Rong Zhi's, right?"

"Heh. I don't dare respond. I feel guilty."

"Sang Yuwan, if this news gets out, I don't think you'll have the nerve to stay in Jiangcheng anymore."

"What? Are you scared?"

"Sang Yuwan, if the scandal of Bo Xingzhi and your affair were to spread, what would happen to the Bo family? What would happen to the Bo clan?"

"How about you think about it again? Since we grew up together, if you just agree to my request, I will definitely keep this secret for you."

All the above information was sent by Mingmei.

The time was half an hour ago.

Sang Yuwan's brows furrowed, and there was a scornful smile in his eyes.

Exit.

Open another message.

Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank, and a strong feeling of nausea surged in her stomach.

What the other party sent was a bloody photo.

That mass of flesh and blood was a newborn baby.

A line of words was added on the edge of the photo.

"Even if I turn into a ghost, I won't let you go."

Sang Yuwan's vision turned blood red and gradually became blurred.

Nausea surged up in her, and she bit her lips unconsciously, as if trying to hold back the discomfort that was about to burst out.

In the hazy vision, the baby seemed to suddenly open his eyes and stare at her.

Sang Yuwan broke out in cold sweat and the blood in his body almost froze.

What was even more terrifying was that the nausea in my stomach surged upwards and quickly rushed to my mouth.

She quickly threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and rushed into the bathroom.

After holding on for a few seconds, her breathing became rapid and heavy, and each inhalation was accompanied by the rise and fall of her chest and spasms deep in her throat.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, her body leaned forward slightly, and violent vomiting followed.

"Ugh... Ugh..." Gradually, the air in the bathroom was filled with a strong sour smell.

I vomited for about twenty minutes.

Sang Yuwan could no longer vomit anything from her stomach.

She frowned, leaned forward slightly, and supported herself on the edge of the basin with both hands. Then, she scooped up a handful of water and rinsed her mouth, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

He took a few deep breaths and let out a long sigh.

After a long time, the discomfort in my stomach was slightly relieved.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. She felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her heart, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Why would Xinglan send me a photo like that?"

"Is it Shen Yilin?!"

Sang Yuwan suddenly came to his senses and his heart sank to the bottom.

If Shen Yilin could hack into her computer, it would be easy for him to steal Bo Xinglan's WeChat account.

"Shen Yilin!"

The veins on Sang Yuwan's forehead bulged inch by inch, and her eyes were as cold as ice.

She turned on the circulating fan, lit a fragrant candle, and then took another bath.

After cleaning up, it was already 4:30 in the morning.

She put on a long sweater over her home clothes and walked out of the bedroom with her cell phone.

Because of the bloody photo, she was feeling extremely depressed at the moment.

Shen Yilin is a person who really has no bottom line in his actions.

Such a shameless person really brings shame to the Shen family.

But Mr. Shen still dotes on her too much.

Perhaps, it’s just because he is the only grandson of the Shen family.

Or perhaps, the tragedy of Shen Yilin's mother was caused by Mr. Shen, so he put all the guilt on Shen Yilin.

drip-

The phone beeped again.

Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Perhaps because she was worried about seeing something bloody, she didn't check it immediately.

hum-

About five minutes later, the phone vibrated rapidly.

Sang Yuwan's eyelids suddenly jumped, she took a deep breath, and opened the screen of her mobile phone.

"Shen Yilin, are these the only despicable tactics you can employ?"

There was a brief silence on the phone.

"Shen Yilin?"

A deep voice with a slightly rising ending.

Sang Yuwan was startled, and she pulled her arm back, removing the phone from her ear. She lowered her eyes and saw the screen clearly showing...

Rongzhi.

Seeing this, Sang Yuwan simply turned on the hands-free mode and said, "Second Master, good morning."

Rong Zhi smiled faintly, "Madam, good morning."

I don’t know why, but when I heard his voice, Sang Yuwan’s tension suddenly relaxed a lot.

She changed into a comfortable sitting position, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Second Master called me early in the morning, clearly not wanting me to have a good rest."

It was clearly a cold tone, but it sounded a bit coquettish for some reason.

Sang Yuwan herself didn't notice it.

Rong Zhi smiled and said, "Madam, you are full of energy. It seems that you have rested well."

Sang Yuwan was choked by his words, and her eyebrows slightly frowned, "Second Master is really good at making up stories."

Rong Zhi was silent for a few seconds, then his tone became more serious. "What did Shen Yilin do?"

Sang Yuwan's breath slowed, her chest rising and falling. "He hacked into Bo Xinglan's WeChat account and sent me a disgusting photo."

"Forward it to me." Rong Zhi said in a tone that did not allow for argument.

Sang Yuwan's expression froze slightly. "I really don't want to click on it again."

"It does look disgusting." Rong Zhi's tone slowed down again. "I can come and see it myself."

Sang Yuwan was stunned and her heart was pounding.

Rong Zhi's deep voice came again, "I'll come and see now. Open the door."

Sang Yuwan's body stiffened.

knock knock --

The knock on the door was neither light nor heavy, and the rhythm was very strong.

Sang Yuwan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she asked, "Are you back?"

"Yes." Rong Zhi spoke softly, his clear voice seemed to float from the night, with a bit of coolness and a touch of tenderness.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and put on her slippers.

She stood up and patted her chest twice, trying to calm herself down completely.

She stood there for a few seconds before she started to take a step.

As she reached the door, she could faintly hear her own chaotic heartbeat.

She gripped the doorknob, her finger bones faintly tinged with white.

"Rong Zhi?"

"it's me."

One question and one answer.

Natural, yet unnatural.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and suddenly opened the carved door.

A tall and upright figure suddenly appeared in her sight, and a familiar cold breath filled her nostrils.

Sang Yuwan blinked her eyelashes, and her eyes turned red.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and reached out to hug her.

His warm palms were pressed against her back, a completely protective posture.

"Sang Yuwan, you really make me worry."

The magnetic voice, like a subwoofer stained by strong tea and strong cigarettes, made her heart tighten.

My nose felt sore and my eyes became moist.

She pursed her lips and replied, "Do I want you to worry about me?"

Rong Zhi touched the back of her head and said, "It's just my wishful thinking."

Sang Yuwan's eyes flashed, "It's good that you know."

Rong Zhi hugged her and walked into the living room. On the mobile phone screen on the coffee table, the call duration continued to increase.