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

Mingyi went to the bathroom and came back. Seeing Sang Yuwan looking a little dazed, he couldn't help but walk over.

"Sister Wan, what is this?"

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, and she snapped back to her senses. She suppressed her emotions, and twitched the corners of her lips slightly, "Nothing."

Mingyi saw that she was unwilling to talk, so he didn't ask any further questions.

He glanced at the unconscious Mingmei and spoke cautiously, "Sister Wan, Fourth Sister is a public figure after all. If someone with ulterior motives took a picture of her like this and uploaded it online, wouldn't that be bad?"

Sang Yuwan's lips straightened slightly, and her tone was cold, "She was at vigil for her cousin and fainted from grief. People will only say that the brother and sister love each other deeply. What's wrong with that?"

Ming Yi was stunned, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and she spoke again, "Mingyi, after your eldest brother's funeral is over, go and ask for your resignation from President Rong."

Mingyi's expression froze, and he looked at him with doubt. "Sister Wan, I'm doing well, why do I want to quit?"

A complicated look flashed across Sang Yuwan's eyes. "Don't ask why. Just do as I say."

Mingyi wanted to insist, "Sister Wan, did I do something wrong?"

Sang Yuwan's brows furrowed slightly, a layer of frost covering her pretty face. The emotion in her eyes was not anger, nor sadness, but an indescribable complex emotion that slowly flowed in silence.

She paused for a few seconds and spoke slowly, "You did very well."

"Then why..." Mingyi really didn't want to quit his job, and couldn't help but raise his voice.

Sang Yuwan looked at Ming Xiao's portrait and said softly, "Ming Yi, you must remember. You are a member of the Ming family."

Mingyi's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his eyes widened. "Sister Wan, what do you mean... my second brother..."

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, and a sour feeling surged in her chest, instantly blocking her throat.

Mingyi's face turned pale. He turned his gaze to look at the unconscious Mingmei, his eyebrows twisted into a knot.

He walked over quickly and pinched her arm hard, "Don't sleep."

Mingmei suddenly woke up, pulling at the whip wound on her back, grimacing in pain, and yelling hoarsely, "Mingyi, what are you doing?"

Mingyi's chest heaved violently, "Where did my second brother go?"

Mingmei's heart tightened, and she twisted her hands together unconsciously, her fingertips turning white from the strain. She took a deep breath, her eyelashes trembling slightly. "I don't know."

Ming Yi gritted his teeth and said, "You were the one who called my second brother away, and you actually said you didn't know."

"I..." Mingmei was already feeling guilty, and when she heard that, her heart suddenly started beating like a drum. Every beat was accompanied by a throbbing in her chest, and even her breathing seemed to become rapid and unstable.

Mingyi became even more angry when he saw this. He grabbed her collar and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to tell me or not? I'm going to tell you what happened today..."

Sang Yuwan, who had been watching coldly, said coldly, "Mingyi."

Mingmei shuddered involuntarily when she heard the voice. She swallowed, bit her lip, and looked over.

Mingyi slowly loosened his grip, his face darkening, "If anything happens to my second brother, I will kill you with my own hands."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan scolded him coldly, "Mingyi, you are a top law student, when did you learn to solve problems with force?"

Ming Yiyi choked, "I..."

The fine beads of sweat on Mingmei's forehead gleamed in the candlelight. She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe them away, but it was in vain to erase the tension radiating from within.

The air in the mourning hall suddenly became quiet.

Time passes by minute by minute, as if it is infinitely stretched.

The servant came over and asked Sang Yuwan, "Miss Wan, Madam has asked someone to make you a midnight snack. Should I bring it to you now?"

Sang Yuwan was so worried that she couldn't eat anything.

She glanced at the pale Mingmei and said coldly, "Bring it to the Fourth Miss."

The servant said respectfully, "Yes."

Mingyi frowned as he listened, with a hint of resentment in his eyes, "It would be better if she starved to death."

Mingmei's brows were twisted into an unsolvable knot. Beneath her furrowed brows, her eyes flickered with a complex mixture of resentment and anger. "Mingyi, what's your attitude?"

Mingyi glared at her fiercely and said unhappily, "What kind of attitude should I have towards someone like you?"

Her bright eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife. Her originally gentle face was now tense, with the corners of her mouth slightly turned down, revealing an anger that could not be ignored.

"Mingyi, Sang Yuwan is right to do this, I tolerate it. But you, don't talk to me in this way."

Ming Yi angrily retorted, "Ming Mei, let me tell you. Even if Second Uncle were still alive, I would still have the same attitude in front of him."

The air around seemed to freeze, and even time slowed down.

"Enough!" Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened as she scolded him coldly. Although her voice didn't rise, it carried an undeniable authority.

Ming Yi's lips straightened and he quietly stepped aside.

Mingmei glared at him angrily and struggled to stand up.

The wound on his back was slightly cracked, and blood oozed out intermittently. The piercing pain spread to every part of his body.

She really wanted to scold Sang Yuwan, but she was too timid to do so.

Mingmei knew that if she provoked Sang Yuwan again, she would undoubtedly be seeking death.

She looked at Sang Yuwan, who was sitting on a rattan chair and holding a wooden box, with intense emotions surging in her heart.

Mingming, she is the daughter of the Ming family.

Mingyu's family prefers Sang Yuwan.

Except for Lan Xiya, Ming Yu and the others have no blood relationship with her.

But they just doted on her.

Even after what happened six years ago, she still holds a very important position in Mingyu's heart.

The servant came over with a bowl of vegetarian wontons, "Fourth Miss."

Mingmei took a glance and swallowed involuntarily.

She was really hungry.

The two went to the small lounge next to the mourning hall.

Ming Yi muttered unhappily, "Giving it to her is worse than feeding it to a dog."

Sang Yuwan glanced at him coldly.

He was silent for a moment.

-

Sang Yuwan sat in the mourning hall until three o'clock, and her eyelids began to twitch.

Xian Si walked quickly to her side and whispered in her ear, "Madam, Minglang called."

Sang Yuwan woke up instantly. She sat up straight and said in a cold voice, "Tell me the result."

Xian Si whispered, "Second Young Master Ming is injured."

Sang Yuwan's heartbeat quickened, and her chest rose and fell slightly. "Is it serious?"

Xian Si's expression was heavy. "Left shoulder, bullet penetrated."

Sang Yuwan's body stiffened.

At that moment, all the surrounding sounds seemed to disappear, leaving only the accelerated heartbeat and heavy breathing. Time seemed to freeze, and one was immersed in an indescribable silence.

Xian Si hurriedly added, "Fortunately, his life is no longer in danger."

Sang Yuwan clasped the box in her arms with her fingers and said, "This must not be known to others."

Xian Si pursed her lips and said, "Ming Lang has signed a confidentiality agreement with the medical staff who treated him."