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

Rong Zhi's eyebrows flickered, and he spoke again, "Open your mouth."

Sang Yuwan's lips were straight, and her eyes were shining with complex light. After a few seconds of silence, she slowly said, "I can do it myself."

Rong Zhi remained silent, his eyes filled with tenderness, "If you don't eat now, the noodles will become clumpy."

Sang Yuwan could only open her mouth helplessly, her starry eyes shrouded in a subtle melancholy. She chewed in small bites, making almost no sound.

Rong Zhi saw some soup on the corner of her mouth, so he quickly grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped the corner of her mouth.

His eyes seemed to contain a gentle ocean, calm and peaceful.

Sang Yuwan occasionally looked at him, and her heart sank, as if a soft feather was brushing across her heart, causing ripples.

After eating half a bowl, Sang Yuwan refused to eat anymore.

Unexpectedly, Rong Zhi didn't even change his chopsticks and finished all the remaining noodles.

Sang Yuwan's eyes froze for a moment, and she said calmly, "I'll ask the servants to make another bowl."

Rong Zhi swallowed the noodles in his mouth and said softly, "No need. I was just jealous."

Sang Yuwan's lips curled up into a faint smile, but behind that smile, there was an unknown bitterness and helplessness hidden.

He looked not just greedy, but probably really hungry.

Who would have thought that the powerful head of the Rong family would actually eat a bowl of noodles with her.

If this gets out, outsiders will definitely laugh at him.

The ripples in Sang Yuwan's heart gradually condensed into surging waves, and a thin mist appeared in the corners of her eyes.

After Rong Zhi finished eating, he stood up and went to the small kitchen to clean up the dishes. Then, he made a cup of buckwheat tea and a cup of coffee.

He sat down slowly, his body unconsciously leaning slightly towards her, maintaining a distance that was neither too intimate nor too distant.

Their shoulders almost touched, yet they could sense the delicate boundary between them. A faint aroma seemed to hang in the air, a blend of the richness of coffee and the unique freshness of buckwheat.

Sang Yuwan's heart sank slightly and she skipped a beat.

When facing other people, she always appears very calm and composed.

The only thing is, when facing this man, my heart sometimes gets confused.

The indescribable throbbing echoed softly in her chest. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the water glass, and a faint blush appeared behind her ears.

The fresh fragrance of buckwheat passed through my nostrils, making my nasal cavity slightly moist.

She took a sip and whispered, "Where did the Second Master come from?"

Rong Zhi leaned back and replied in a gentle voice, "Qinghe Garden."

Sang Yuwan was startled, her heart trembling slightly, "Where's Minglang?"

There was no change in Rong Zhi's expression. "He's fine."

Sang Yuwan asked again, "Is the matter settled?"

Rong Zhi's expression became more serious, "There's still one thing that hasn't been dealt with properly."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and her eyes darkened.

Rong Zhi picked up the coffee cup and took two sips. A faint bitterness spread in his mouth.

After a few minutes, he spoke, "Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

There was a slight movement in Sang Yuwan's eyes, like a circle of delicate ripples that suddenly appeared on the surface of a quiet lake, fleeting, but at that moment revealed the subtle emotional waves in her heart.

She suddenly realized that she had unknowingly grown to trust this man more and more.

And that indescribable, inexplicable emotion was entangling her heart tighter and tighter.

She didn't dare to think about it.

Why is this happening?

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Rong Zhi didn't say anything either.

The two of them sat there quietly, and everything around them seemed to have lost its sound. Only their heavy and slow breathing remained, slowly echoing in the silent space.

The breeze outside the window occasionally blew by, causing the curtains to sway gently, but it failed to break the frozen silence.

Sang Yuwan held the cup of buckwheat tea until the fragrance faded and the tea became cold.

She was about to take another sip, but Rong Zhi immediately stopped her, "It's cold, don't drink it."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she curled her lips slightly, "It's okay."

Rong Zhi didn't agree with her. He took the cup of water from her hand and poured her a hot cup.

Silence swept over them again, wrapping them tightly in it.

The floating air became a little heavier.

Sang Yuwan watched silently, her heartstrings plucked again and again. The lake of her heart, which had just calmed down slightly, was once again rippled with circles.

She took two deep breaths and raised the corners of her mouth. "I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep. Second Master, why don't you come over later?"

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows, a gentle smile in his eyes, "I'm sleepy too, how about..."

"Rong Zhi." Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank and his expression changed slightly.

Rong Zhi approached her and stroked the back of her head with his big hand. His movements were gentle and doting.

Sang Yuwan was suddenly flustered. Fine beads of sweat oozed from her palms, the sticky feeling making her even more uncomfortable. There seemed to be a buzzing sound in her ears, a mixture of her own racing heartbeat and the sounds of the outside world, making it difficult to tell whether it was real or an illusion.

After a few minutes.

Rong Zhi moved his lips slightly, "Sang Yuwan, let's leave here together."

His voice was deep and a little hoarse. It seemed to seep out slowly from the cracks of the abyss, carrying with it an indescribable love and emotion. It also contained countless unfinished words.

This simple sentence was like a thunderclap exploding in Sang Yuwan's ears.

Her body trembled slightly, as if a cold current rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and every inch of her skin felt an unprecedented chill. The expression on her face quickly switched between shock and astonishment.

She took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and her body swayed twice.

Rong Zhi quickly stood up and put his arms around her slender waist.

Sang Yuwan raised her eyes slightly, with a faint red in her eyes.

She stared at Rong Zhi silently for a few seconds, then slowly opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but it was as if some force was tightly strangling her throat, and she could only utter a few faint, almost inaudible murmurs.

"Rong Zhi, do you know what you are talking about?"

Rong Zhi's eyebrows flickered slightly, and he said in a low voice, "I know it very well and I am very sure."

Without waiting for Sang Yuwan to say anything, he added, "Wanwan, don't be afraid. No one can stop us from being together."

That word "Wanwan" was filled with deep emotions.

So much so that I couldn't hear what Sang Yuwan said next.

Her heart was beating like a drum, her eyes were fixed, and her lips were pressed into a straight line.

Rong Zhi gently embraced her, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world. His hands gently but firmly embraced her slender waist, his palms warm.

His eyes were filled with tenderness and doting, as if they could melt the hardest ice in winter. He leaned forward slightly, his face slightly close to her hair, and took a deep breath, enjoying her delicate fragrance. This fragrance was like the gentlest spring breeze, gently blowing through his heart.

"Wanwan, we..."