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

Sang Yuwan had to interrupt the conversation with Ming Yu, took out her cell phone and looked down.

The call origin is Country M.

Sang Yuwan has marked the contact information of foreign executives.

She vaguely guessed who it was, her eyes tightened, and she pursed her lips at Ming Yu, "Uncle Ming, I'm going to answer a phone call."

Ming Yu nodded silently.

Sang Yuwan walked out of the room with her cell phone and pressed the answer button.

"explain."

A cold voice, a commanding tone.

"Mrs. Bo, Miss Sang, sister..." The other party paused and chuckled, "How should I address you?"

A thin layer of anger covered Sang Yuwan's face, like a sudden dark cloud in spring, obscuring the former tenderness and brightness.

She curled the corners of her lips and sneered, "Shen Yilin, you really can't hold your temper."

Shen Yilin on the other end of the phone chuckled and spoke slowly, "As expected of a member of the Shen family, he's even more ruthless than me. Ming Zhan was your first love after all, and he's been missing for so long, yet you're completely indifferent."

Sang Yuwan's brows were furrowed like a steep hill, and her eyes were even colder and sharper because of the anger.

She clutched her phone tightly, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Shen Yilin, those in higher positions don't have to do everything themselves. Didn't Old Master Shen teach you this simple truth?"

"The superior? Hahaha..." Shen Yilin laughed sinisterly.

Sang Yuwan's finger bones turned white, her lips were straight, and a layer of frost fell on her pretty face.

Shen Yilin continued, "Sang Yuwan, you are an illegitimate daughter, and you have the nerve to say that you are the superior."

"Shen Yilin, my parents are a legally married couple." Sang Yuwan's lips curled up in a mocking tone. After a pause, she added, "On the contrary, you are just the product of alcohol and drugs."

These words are sharper than a blade.

He stabbed Shen Yilin's heart mercilessly.

Sang Yuwan has decided not to give Shen Yilin any more chances.

She knew where Shen Yilin's biggest pain point was.

Alcohol, drugs, products...

Shen Yilin's emotions were instantly ignited, mixed with the harshness and sharpness of hail. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable cruelty.

"Sang Yuwan, believe it or not, I will kill Ming Zhan right now."

Sang Yuwan smiled coldly, "You mean, Ming Zhan is by your side now?"

Shen Yilin was stunned for half a second, and his voice became sharper, like an invisible blade, cutting heart-pounding cracks in the air. "Sang Yuwan, bullets don't have eyes."

Sang Yuwan took two steps towards the window, looked at the night sky, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Shen Yilin, surrender."

Shen Yilin sneered, "After all, it's your first love, I know you can't bear to let go. I'll call you again in an hour. Come alone. Remember, don't play tricks. Otherwise..."

"Shen Yilin, don't you understand what I'm saying?" Sang Yuwan was furious, but his face was calm.

Shen Yilin became angry again, his voice fierce, "Sang Yuwan, I gave you face!"

Sang Yuwan clutched the window frame with one hand, her knuckles turning white. She frowned and said slowly, "Shen Yilin, you've already lost the battle by calling me."

"You're so arrogant." Shen Yilin's teeth were chattering. "I'm trying to negotiate with you now, and you..."

Sang Yuwan interrupted him with a cold expression, "Do I need to explain the automatic positioning system of the mobile phone to you?"

Shen Yilin fell silent for a moment.

Sang Yuwan suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and continued, "Shen Yilin, you only have the Shen family behind you. But I have the Bo family and the Ming family, as well as Rong Zhi's Rong family."

Shen Yilin swallowed hard, a low, hoarse "uh" coming from his throat, as if he had just woken up from a long dream. "Rong Zhi, didn't he go back to the capital?"

Sang Yuwan's lips curled up slightly, but without any warmth in them. "I just broke up with him, how could he be in the capital?"

Shen Yilin's breathing became much heavier. He paused for half a second and cursed angrily.

Sang Yuwan curled her lips slightly, a disdainful smile appearing on the corner of her mouth. That smile was full of sarcasm and teasing, as if silently mocking the other party, "Master Shen, I advise you not to resist later. You know Rong Zhi's methods."

When Shen Yilin heard this, his emotions were completely ignited, and he let out a deafening howl like a trapped beast.

"Sang Yuwan, just wait for me. I won't stop until I kill you."

"Heh..." She smiled slightly, but the smile only stayed on her lips and did not reach her eyes. Her eyes were flashing with cruelty and coldness, making people feel an invisible sense of oppression.

"Okay. I'll wait."

After saying this, she hung up the phone.

She stood there for a few minutes, and only returned to Mingyu's room after her emotions calmed down a little.

The doctor came over just in time.

He quickly gave Mingyu an IV drip.

Sang Yuwan waited for him to finish and whispered, "Please wait outside now. Come in after I leave."

"Yes, Mrs. Bo." The doctor responded respectfully and walked out.

Sang Yuwan sat down on the chair in front of the bed and raised the corner of her lips towards Ming Yu, "Uncle Ming, don't worry, my second brother will be home soon."

"Hmm." Ming Yu's voice sounded lifeless and weak.

Sang Yuwan looked at him, and a sour feeling welled up in her heart, and her eye sockets felt slightly hot.

She came to the Ming family when she was six years old. Although Ming Yu was strict with her, he never criticized her.

If it weren't for Mingmei, she might have stayed in the Ming family forever.

Now, Mingyu is like a candle in the wind, about to run out of oil.

Sang Yuwan's heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, a bitter pain so intense it made her feel suffocated. It felt like watching a tree slowly fall in the wind and rain. She was powerless to do anything but endure it silently.

"Wanwan, have you ever thought about returning to your roots?" Ming Yu's voice was trembling slightly. It was not just an emotional fluctuation, but more like a natural reaction under the limit of physical strength. Every syllable seemed to be squeezed out with all his strength.

Sang Yuwan's expression froze, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke, "I've never thought about it."

My father, Shen Chongzhou, has severed ties with the Shen family.

She has nothing to do with the Shen family.

Ming Yu took two deep breaths, his eyelids trembling. "The Shen family was once so prosperous, but it was ruined just because of Mr. Shen's selfish thoughts..."

Sang Yuwan's heart clenched, a dull pain gripping her. She pursed her lips, a faint smile forming on them.

"Uncle Ming, no matter what happens to the Shen family, it has nothing to do with us."

Ming Yu's breathing was a little breathless, and his voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing against his fragile vocal cords, with an indescribable pain and powerlessness in his low voice.

"Wanwan, what if your father wants you to return to the Shen family?"