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

Shen Yilin took off his baseball cap, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a subtle hint of sarcasm and contempt in his smile. "Second Young Master Ming, we meet again."

Ming Zhan's eyes darkened, and his fingertips pressed hard against his palms. Beads of sweat gleamed on his forehead in the dim light.

"Shen Yilin, what do you want to do?"

Shen Yilin's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled sinisterly, "I want Sang Yu to die later."

"Bastard." Ming Zhan's anger was ignited and he pretended to strangle him.

Shen Yilin dodged nimbly, then opened the driver's door and jumped out.

Ming Zhan got out of the car and said, "Shen Yilin, believe it or not, I will kill you today."

Mingmei sat in the car without moving. After a few seconds, she secretly glanced at the driver's cab in front.

Shen Yilin did not take out the car keys.

She took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and carefully turned off the lights in the car.

The car suddenly became dark.

The light outside the car was also dim.

Ming Zhan waved his fist and swung it towards Shen Yilin's forehead.

Mingmei looked at it and her cheek, which had just been hit, began to burn with pain.

"Ming Zhan, you brought this upon yourself. Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me."

Shen Yilin dodged Ming Zhan's fist again and launched an attack.

Seeing the two men fighting, Mingmei took off her shoes and carefully climbed from the back seat to the front cab.

Shen Yilin and Ming Zhan were still fighting each other.

A fierce fight broke out, fists drew sharp arcs in the air, accompanied by dull thuds and occasional roars. They pushed and grappled each other, and the dust under their feet was raised into a chaotic vortex.

Ming Zhan's eyes flashed with anger, as if he wanted to devour the other person, "Shen Yilin, Wan'er has spared you many times, not only are you ungrateful, but you are also determined to kill her. I will beat you to death today."

Shen Yilin shook his fist while sneering, "It's still uncertain who will win."

Ming Zhanjun's face was tense, and the knuckles of his clenched fists were white.

As an athlete, his physical fitness is much better than Shen Yilin.

But Shen Yilin was thin and very good at dodging and sneak attacks.

For a long time, neither of them could determine the winner.

Mingmei quietly climbed into the driver's seat and gripped the steering wheel with both hands. After a few minutes, she bit her back teeth and started the car.

Without waiting for Shen Yilin and Ming Zhan to react, she stepped on the accelerator.

The scarlet car taillights were like two drops of hot lava in the night, scorching and dazzling.

boom--

Mingmei drove the car less than a hundred meters away when she heard a gunshot.

Her heart suddenly tightened, followed by a rapid and irregular beating, as if it was about to jump out of her chest, with an indescribable panic and uneasiness.

Ming Zhan was dressed in plain clothes and followed her out of the mourning hall. It was impossible for him to be carrying a gun.

Mingmei's throat felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making even breathing difficult and heavy. A biting chill spread through the soles of her feet.

She didn't dare to stop the car, let alone get off to check.

The speed of the car is getting faster and faster.

She burst into tears nervously.

-

Nanshan Villa.

"Second brother." Sang Yuwan suddenly woke up from her dream, her eyes filled with bright red bloodshot.

Rong Zhi, who was standing by, quickly turned around and looked over, "You're awake."

Sang Yuwan's heart seemed to be suddenly tightened by an invisible hand, and the violent beating sound was particularly clear in the silent night.

She paused for a few seconds and whispered, "Why did I fall asleep?"

Rong Zhi stood up and poured her a glass of warm water, handed it to her, and asked gently, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Sang Yuwan's eyelids were heavy, carrying the hazy and confused feeling from her dream. She took two sips of water, glanced around, and her expression tensed. "Why did you bring me here?"

Rong Zhi's eyes were gentle, "You are too tired and need to rest."

Sang Yuwan put down the water cup and was about to stand up.

Rong Zhi hurriedly pulled her back and said, "Sit for a while and take it easy before you go."

Sang Yuwan felt inexplicably flustered. He took a deep breath and frowned, "I have to hurry back to the Ming family..."

Before she could finish her words, the man in black knocked on the door and walked in.

"Second Master, Madam, something happened."

Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank, and her heartbeat accelerated. The fragments of the dream pierced her head like broken glass, and she felt a splitting headache.

Rong Zhi asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

The man in black lowered his head, intentionally avoiding Sang Yuwan's anxious gaze, "Second Young Master Ming is missing."

"What?!" Sang Yuwan's mind buzzed, and she immediately stood up, her eyes slightly widened, "What happened to my second brother?"

Rong Zhi then stood up and held her shoulders.

The man in black pursed his lips and spoke again, "Two hours ago, the Second Young Master Ming and the Fourth Young Miss Ming left the Ming family residence together. They haven't returned to the Ming family yet. The last footage captured by the surveillance camera was on Sakura Road in South City."

He paused and continued, "There's another person in the picture..."

"Who?" Sang Yuwangan found that the ground under her feet seemed to become unstable suddenly, making her feel shaky.

Rong Zhi hugged her tightly, his eyes slightly lowered, and glared coldly at the man in black, "Speak."

The man in black lowered his head and said the name word by word, "Shen Yilin."

"What?" Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, and her body trembled slightly. After two seconds, her expression froze, and she said coldly, "He really doesn't want to live anymore."

After saying that, she was about to walk out.

Rong Zhi pulled her out, "Wanwan, calm down."

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved violently, and the red in his eyes grew darker. "Shen Yilin took my second brother away. It's obvious he's coming for me. I'm going to find him now. This time, even if it means we'll both die, I'll accept it."

Everyone has their own bottom line.

For the sake of the greater good, Sang Yuwan tolerated Shen Yilin's harm to her, but she would never allow him to hurt Ming Zhan again.

If it weren't for him, Ming Zhan wouldn't have retired so soon.

Nor will you experience those rumors.

Rong Zhi forced Sang Yuwan to sit on the sofa and held her cold hands tightly.

"I know you're anxious, but we need to find out where Shen Yilin took Ming Zhan." Rong Zhi's face was calm and his tone was calm. "As you said, Shen Yilin took Ming Zhan away because of you. So he would never kill Ming Zhan before he saw you."

Sang Yuwan's heart was pounding. "Shen Yilin even dared to torture his own mother. He must..."

She didn't dare to say the rest.

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, "As the heir of the Ming family, Ming Zhan will inevitably have to go through this in the future."

Sang Yuwan raised her eyes to look at him, her face full of anger, "What do you mean?"

"Wanwan, the head of the powerful circle, how can he become powerful without going through hardships?" Rong Zhi said in a low voice, with a cold and sharp look.

Sang Yuwan's lips were straightened and two balls of anger jumped out of her eyes.

Rong Zhi looked at the man in black and ordered coldly, "Bring Mingmei here."