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

Xian Si exclaimed, "Miss Ming Si, what are you doing?!"

Sang Yuwan and Ming Yi turned around and looked over.

Mingmei was trembling all over, holding the dagger in both hands and stabbed towards Mingzhan.

Xian Si didn't have time to think about it and turned around and hugged Ming Zhan.

The bodyguard who rushed over kicked Mingmei in the back.

Mingmei fell to the ground, gasping for breath, her red eyes almost bleeding.

At this moment, she was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, on the verge of death.

"If I can't survive, you can't either..."

The sharp blade pierced Xiansi's lower back, sending a sharp pain through her. It felt as if an icy chill instantly penetrated her coat and pierced her skin. It was an indescribable pain, sharp and profound, as if thousands of tiny needles were piercing her heart at the same time.

Blood flowed like a stream, quickly soaking her clothes and dripping onto the cold ground. The pain made her face turn pale, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and her lips were tightly pursed in pain.

"Assistant Ji..." Ming Zhan's heart was shocked, his eyes widened, and his expression was shocked and panicked.

"Xian Si..." Sang Yuwan's expression froze, his heart ached, and he felt nauseous in his stomach.

Mingyi was stunned for a few seconds, ran to them, and immediately called the emergency number.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and walked over with heavy legs, "Xian Si..."

Xian Si's face turned pale, and he smiled at her, "Madam, I'm fine..."

Before she could finish her words, her body began to fall.

Ming Zhan supported her and slowly sat her down on the ground.

An indescribable heaviness permeated the air, making even breathing seem sluggish. A cold breeze blew by, and the thick, bloody odor, like invisible tentacles, silently entwined every inch of space, chilling one's heart.

Sang Yuwan's eyes were almost dyed red, his expression was stern, and he stared fiercely at Mingmei, who was barely breathing, and said through gritted teeth, "Mingmei, you want to die, but I won't let you."

Sometimes, the torture of living a life worse than death is more painful than ending it immediately.

The ambulance came and took Xiansi and Mingmei away one after another.

Ming Zhan also went to the hospital.

Not long after they left, a light rain began to fall from the sky, and the air was filled with a damp and dull atmosphere.

Two hours later.

Ming Zhan called Sang Yuwan.

"Wan'er, Assistant Ji's surgery is complete, and the doctor said his life is not in danger for now."

Sang Yuwan's heart, stuck in her throat, finally settled down. She breathed a sigh of relief and spoke slowly, "Just stay in the hospital. I'll use the excuse of taking care of Xiansi, and you don't have to worry about what others say."

Ming Zhan was silent for a few seconds before he said in a hoarse voice, "Wan'er, you've worked hard."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "Brother, I won't say anything polite. How is Mingmei?"

Ming Zhan replied, "Her injuries are not serious, but..."

"But what?" Sang Yuwan frowned, a hint of anger appearing on her face.

Ming Zhan's voice became even hoarser. "She took a deadly poison. The poison has already invaded her internal organs. The doctors are helpless."

Sang Yuwan's expression froze, and her heartbeat sped up and then slowed down.

She never thought that Mingmei would take poison.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Ming Zhan said in a heavy tone, "She brought this upon herself. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened slightly, and she curled her lips coldly, "How could someone as afraid of death as Mingmei think of taking poison to commit suicide? Moreover, before dying, she dragged someone else down with her."

She paused, then continued, "Second brother, the person she wants to take away with her is most likely me."

"Wan'er..." Ming Zhan's voice was trembling.

Sang Yuwan felt as if an invisible boulder pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. The air around her seemed unusually dense, and every breath felt like a struggle against the oppression.

"Second brother, go ask her, who is behind her actions?"

Ming Zhan said, "Okay."

Sang Yuwan gave him a few more instructions and then hung up the phone.

At noon.

It was as if the sky had cracked open, and an endless curtain of rain poured down, shrouding the entire world in haze and chaos.

The raindrops hit the earth hard, making bursts of dense and powerful sounds, like the most exciting drumbeats of nature, shaking every inch of the land.

The rain hit the roof, making a loud "crackling" sound, and then flowed down the eaves rapidly, forming a curtain of water.

The wreaths outside the mourning hall were scattered all over the place, and the ink characters on the elegiac couplets were all blurred.

Most of the guests who came to pay their respects came in the rain and left in a hurry without staying for long.

Sang Yuwan wore a coat over her black plain clothes and a black veil hung on her arm.

She always stood beside Mingyi, welcoming and seeing off guests.

Although the visitors felt that the Ming family had been very unhappy recently, they did not dare to criticize them in front of her.

In the evening, there were very few visitors coming to pay their respects.

Mingyi hurriedly asked Sang Yuwan to sit down, and then ordered the servants to make her a cup of brown sugar ginger tea.

It's very easy to catch a cold in this kind of weather.

Sang Yuwan is pregnant now, so she needs to pay attention to everything.

Mingyi saw that the servant had left for a while and had not come back yet, so he frowned and sent another servant to urge him.

As the servant left, a dark figure appeared at the door of the mourning hall. In his right hand, he held an off-white thermos cup.

Ming Yi thought it was a guest who came to pay his respects, so he straightened his body and clasped his hands together.

However, the visitor did not go to the coffin to pay his respects, but walked straight towards him and Sang Yuwan.

Mingyi's gaze tightened and he looked over.

"Second Master..."

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened and she looked over.

Who else could the man striding towards him be if not Rong Zhi?

Dressed in black, he looks mysterious and noble.

The thermos in his hand looked a bit out of place.

Sang Yuwan's nerves were tense, like a fully drawn bowstring, and every slight tremor seemed to vibrate in the air.

She wanted to stand up, but Rong Zhi held her shoulders.

"Sit still."

His voice contained an indescribable doting, like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, quietly seeping into the softest part of the heart, giving silent but firm comfort and care.

Mingyi's mouth twitched twice and he walked aside silently.

Ming Zhan unscrewed the lid of the thermos, blew on it gently twice, and then handed it to Sang Yuwan.

A rich and refreshing scent of ginger gradually filled the air. Sang Yuwan raised her eyes and met his gaze.

At this moment, an inexplicable warmth quietly surged into her heart, like a gentle spring breeze, gently brushing across her hot cheeks, taking away all the tension and uneasiness.

She took the thermos cup and said slowly, "Everything is done."

Rong Zhi's eyes were deep, "Wanwan, everything is over."