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

Seeing Fang Yi remained silent, He Qiaoling gently tugged at her arm and said, "Sister-in-law, Master Shen is talking to you."

Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, suppressing her panic, her voice a little hoarse, "Xinglan is fine..."

He Qiaoling was stunned and said quickly, "What's good about it? She's been put under house arrest by Sang Yuwan."

Fang Yi couldn't help but turn her head and look at her with an expression of disbelief, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He Qiaoling's face showed a trace of worry, and she lowered her voice, "Sister-in-law, you came here so late at night, didn't you just want to take Xinglan back home?"

Fang Yi was startled, her face darkened, and anger flashed in her eyes. "Who told you that I came here to take Xinglan back?"

He Qiaoling looked embarrassed and curled her lips awkwardly, "Isn't it?"

Fang Yi glared at her fiercely, then turned her head and fixed her gaze on the man in the car. "Mr. Shen, thank you for your concern for Xing Lan. However, I'm afraid your trip was in vain."

He Qiaoling looked at her in surprise, thinking to herself, "Is this still the Fang Yi I know?"

Under the dim and soft light, the man in the car took a deep drag on his cigar. As the smoke rose, a unique and mellow aroma of tobacco filled the air.

The smoke swirled and swirled, finally slowly exhaling, forming delicate rings that slowly rose and soon filled the entire carriage.

The moment the flames jumped, the eerie and gloomy face became clearer and clearer.

Fang Yi held her breath and looked at him quietly, a thin layer of cold sweat forming on her palms.

He Qiaoling couldn't help but clench her fingers.

The man in the car is the heir of the Shen family, who is famous for his ruthless methods.

As time passed, the air around became colder and the air pressure became lower.

Fang Yi mustered up her courage and prepared to speak again, but the man in the car turned his head, his dark eyes reflecting the scarlet of the fireworks.

He stared at Fang Yi like a poisonous snake locking onto its prey.

After a few seconds, he curled his lips coolly.

"It seems that I was just being sentimental."

A gloomy male voice permeated the night, each word uttered as if dragged from the abyss, laced with a self-deprecating sneer. The slightly hoarse voice carried an indescribable strangeness and danger.

Fang Yi's heart suddenly sank, and her body trembled slightly due to nervousness, like a dead leaf in the cold wind, which could be swept away by an invisible force at any time.

She opened her mouth, and the voice that came out was even hoarser than before, "Master Shen, that's not what I meant..."

The man in the car glanced at her and waved his fingers holding a cigar outside the car.

The cigar with scarlet smoke fell under an ancient tree not far away.

There were some dead leaves piled up under the tree.

He Qiaoling and Fang Yi were so nervous that they didn't pay any attention.

boom--

The Maybach driver came over and closed the back door.

He Qiaoling was stunned.

Seeing this, Fang Yi swallowed nervously. Cold sweat silently slid down her forehead, meandering down her cheeks and dripping onto her clothes, leaving patches of wet marks.

When she thought the man in the car was about to say something to her, the driver had already started the car.

The Maybach sped away.

Fang Yi watched the car's taillights gradually recede and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. She took two deep breaths and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

"Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?" He Qiaoling looked at her, frowning, and said in a somewhat unfriendly tone, "How dare you hit Master Shen in the face?"

Fang Yi's eyes darkened, filled with resentment, "He Qiaoling, what are you thinking?"

He Qiaoling's expression froze slightly, and her face turned a little ugly. "What do you mean by that?"

Fang Yi bit her hard, as if to penetrate all disguises. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, her chest heaving, and every breath seemed to be accumulating strength for an explosion.

She roared angrily, "Why is Mr. Shen here?"

He Qiaoling's brows were furrowed, and several deep lines formed on her forehead. Emotions surged, "How would I know that?"

Fang Yi's voice was sharp and piercing. "If you want to please him, don't bring up my Xing Lan."

He Qiaoling's face suddenly changed when she heard this. She unconsciously clenched her fists, her fingertips turning white from the force. She pursed her lips and said sarcastically, "A chicken that can no longer lay eggs, do you really think Master Shen would be interested in it?"

Fang Yi's brows furrowed in anger. Her eyes widened, and it felt as if blazing fire was dancing in them, emitting a fierce and fiery light.

He Qiaoling was not to be outdone, her eyes were red and her look was unfriendly.

Fang Yi took two deep breaths, grabbed He Qiaoling's hair and started to struggle.

Their faces were covered in sweat, their eyes bloodshot from anger and tension, their breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath was like a storm in their chests.

As the battle continued, their movements became increasingly chaotic and their physical strength was constantly being depleted.

Not far away, the two servants who had been watching coldly couldn't help but look at each other.

One person said, "Should we tell the head of the family?"

The other shook his head. "That's not necessary. The steward only asked us to keep an eye on Fang Yi, so we shouldn't do anything unnecessary."

Another person said, "If something goes wrong, won't it be difficult for us to explain ourselves?"

Another said, "What can happen when two women fight?"

One person continued, "Look at that posture, they're all going to kill them."

Another person whispered, "Don't worry, no one will die."

One of them suddenly frowned, "Do you smell anything?"

The other man frowned, took two deep breaths, and his eyebrows jumped heavily. "Why does it look like it's on fire?"

The two of them were suddenly frightened, their nerves tensed, and they looked around.

Under the century-old tree, a flame started from nowhere and quietly touched the withered world.

At first, it was just a tiny red light, flickering among the dead leaves, like the most inconspicuous star in the night sky. But soon, this weak flame greedily licked the surrounding dead branches and leaves.

The fire gradually spread, and the dead leaves made crackling sounds in the embrace of the flames.

Two servants rushed over and quickly broke off a few bamboo branches. While beating them, they shouted loudly, "Fire, fire..."

He Qiaoling and Fang Yi stopped at the same time and turned to look over.

The air around them became hot and turbulent. The dead leaves turned into ashes in the flames and drifted away in the wind, leaving only the eternal red flame and a faint smoke rising.

The door opened and the butler came out. "What's going on?"

Fang Yi and He Qiaoling quickly let go.

Both of them had messy hair and untidy clothes.

The housekeeper first took a look at the fire. Fortunately, there were not many dead leaves and the flames gradually went out.

His expression tensed, and he asked Fang Yi, "Third Madam, didn't I tell you to watch the door carefully?"