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

Sang Yuwan's mood suddenly became heavy, like a thin mist that quietly spread in the night, silently enveloping his heart, making him frown involuntarily, with a glimmer of anxiety in his eyes.

She took two deep breaths, and it felt like a huge rock was pressing on her chest, making her breathing less smooth.

Seeing this, Bo Xinglan couldn't help but feel worried.

Ming Zhan is the only boy she has ever liked since she was a child.

This secret love is a chaos in the green years of youth.

There is no ending.

beep-

The phone hangs up.

Sang Yuwan's brows furrowed even tighter.

Just as she was about to remove the phone from her ear, her palm felt numb.

Ming Zhan called her back.

"Second brother..."

"Wan'er, are you looking for me?"

Ming Zhan's voice is deep and magnetic, passionate but not ostentatious. There is a touch of doting hidden in the gentleness.

Sang Yuwan's depressed chest suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and his brows gradually relaxed.

"Second brother, how is the eldest brother?"

"Brother's condition is now very stable. The doctor said it's much better than expected." Ming Zhan replied in a gentle voice.

When Sang Yuwan heard these words, it was as if a gentle spring breeze quietly brushed through her heart, carrying away the depression and burden that had been accumulating for a long time. The invisible boulder in her chest suddenly lost its weight.

She paused and asked, "Second brother, how are you?"

Bo Xinglan held his breath when he heard this.

Ming Zhan spoke in a relaxed tone, at a steady pace, "Of course I'm fine. How about you?"

Sang Yuwan raised the corner of her mouth with a gentle smile, "I'm fine too."

When Bo Xinglan heard this, his lips curled up and he felt a lot more relaxed.

She felt relieved that Ming Zhan was fine.

"Wan'er, you have to take good care of yourself. At this stage, health is the most important thing. You can postpone your work if you can, and leave the things that cannot be postponed to others. I see that Mingyi has been working very actively recently. You can assign her more work." Ming Zhan's voice once again reached Sang Yuwan's ears.

Bo Xinglan felt embarrassed to listen any further, so she pursed her lips and turned to go to the kitchen.

Her steps involuntarily became lighter.

Sang Yuwan hummed, her lips curved deeper, "He's Second Master's man, I can't order him around."

Ming Zhan was silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke, "Rong Zhi will leave sooner or later, and when that time comes, Ming Yi..."

The words "take the lead" rushed to his lips, but he swallowed them back.

No matter how good his relationship with Sang Yuwan is, he cannot say such words.

There is a difference between public and private.

Ming Zhan, the heir of the Ming family, is very clear about this.

Sang Yuwan guessed what he was going to say, her brows flickered, and a faint smile still hung on her lips.

"Second brother, have you ever thought about asking Mingyi to go back to the Ming family to help you?"

Ming Zhan was stunned.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "Second brother, I have something else to do. Let's leave it at that for now."

Ming Zhan was silent for a few seconds, then whispered, "Okay. Wan'er, call me if you have anything."

"Okay." Sang Yuwan responded and hung up the phone. Then, she drank the warm water in front of her.

Ming Zhan hesitated at the question just now.

Obviously, he didn't want to go back to Ming's house.

Sang Yuwan's mood began to feel heavy.

Ming Zhan and Ming Yi usually have a good relationship, but they are half-sisters and there are always some minor rifts between them.

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but think of her and Shen Yilin.

Same half-brother.

Shen Yilin always thought that it was his mother Lan Xin who interfered in his parents' marriage, but he didn't know that his mother was the latercomer.

Now, the two siblings are at loggerheads, and Shen Yilin is hell-bent on revenge.

The source of all this is Mr. Shen.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and a layer of frost gradually covered her pretty face.

Soon, breakfast was served.

Nutritious breakfast with various flavors.

Sang Yuwan drank half a bowl of oatmeal porridge, ate fried eggs and toast, and then ate half a piece of corn.

Bo Xinglan had a slightly worse appetite than her and only drank a glass of milk and ate two small buns.

Seeing this, Sang Yuwan couldn't help but frowned, "Xinglan, take a nap after eating."

Bo Xinglan nodded.

The two went upstairs one after the other.

Sang Yuwan went straight to the study.

Rong Zhi and Ming Lang had not returned yet, so after much consideration, she chose to work from home.

She felt relieved that Ji Xiao was in charge of the group.

Xiansi will send her the work that needs her attention as soon as possible.

Sang Yuwan knew very well that he would have to leave the "Bo Group" sooner or later, and this way of working was equivalent to a transition.

After processing the documents sent by Xian Si, she took a short break.

Glancing at the small document lockbox on the bookshelf, his eyes darkened and he stood up from his seat.

"What password did Bo Qingmei set?"

Sang Yuwan once tried it with Bo Xingzhi's birthday.

wrong password.

There are now two more chances to unlock the door.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and his mind raced.

For Bo Qingmei, the most important person besides Bo Xingzhi is Bo Yuanshan.

Sang Yuwan thought about it and tried to enter Bo Yuanshan’s birthday.

The lockbox emitted a shrill alarm.

The password is still incorrect.

The air in the study suddenly became quiet and the air pressure was very low.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and every second seemed extremely long.

Sang Yuwan's breathing became heavy and slow. Every breath seemed like an effort to calm the waves in her heart, but the worried mood followed her like a shadow and was hard to shake off.

The gloomy air quietly surrounded her, and along with her unresolved sorrows, she sank into endless darkness.

The birthdays of Bo Xingzhi and Bo Yuanshan are both wrong.

Could it be that this password is related to Bo Qingmei herself?

Sang Yuwan sat at the desk. The faint light from outside the window shone through the half-closed curtains and sprinkled on her face, adding a touch of tenderness to this quiet time.

Her eyes were focused and deep, as if they could penetrate the paper and reach the abyss of her thoughts. Her hands were gently folded, and her index finger unconsciously twisted a strand of hair. This inadvertent little gesture revealed the subtle fluctuations in her heart.

Suddenly, Sang Yuwanmei's heart skipped a beat and her eyes lit up.

Her breathing became shallow and rapid.

The documents placed in this safe are most likely related to the Bo Group's secret fund.

She quickly picked up the pen and tried to write down six numbers.

That was the time when Bo Yuanshan set up his own secret fund.

She looked at the six black numbers, took two deep breaths, and tried to calm down.

After a few minutes.

She straightened her lips, held her breath, and slowly entered the numbers one by one.

click-

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly sank.

The lockbox lit up green.

Sang Yuwan's heart beat faster, and it felt like a deer was jumping happily in her chest. Every pulse was filled with indescribable excitement and anticipation.

She flicked the switch.

All the locks on the safes were unlocked.

She pursed her lips and took out the things inside.

When she saw the top document, her hands suddenly trembled slightly.