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

Sang Yuwan was startled, as if suddenly an invisible electric current penetrated the calm lake of her heart, causing ripples.

At that moment, the air around seemed to freeze, and time became slow and heavy.

There was a look of disbelief in her eyes, "Shen Yilin was caught?"

Rong Zhi frowned slightly, and said in a heavier tone, "He's dead."

"died?!"

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly sank, followed by a burst of rapid and irregular beatings, as if it was suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.

After a few seconds of silence, she continued to ask, "How did he die?"

Rong Zhi frowned slightly, and said in a deep and powerful voice, "He committed suicide by taking poison."

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, and an inexplicable chill quietly rose from the end of her spine and quickly spread to her whole body, making her shiver.

Two drops of ginger sugar water splashed out of the thermos and landed on the back of her hand.

She felt no pain at all.

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank and he took a deep breath, "Did you get burned?"

Sang Yuwan shook her head.

Even though Rong Zhi said it himself, she still found it hard to believe that Shen Yilin died just like that.

She looked at Rong Zhi without blinking and confirmed again, "He is really dead."

Rong Zhi's expression was calm as he nodded, "I confirmed it myself."

Sang Yuwan still felt inexplicably anxious. She gently sipped her ginger candy tea.

The first thing you feel when you take a sip is the spicy ginger flavor, which has a subtle stimulating effect, yet just the right amount of energy to awaken every cell in your body. Then, the sweetness of the sugar slowly arrives, intertwining with the spicy ginger flavor.

The tea flows down the throat, leaving a warm current that seems to dispel the coldness in the body and make people feel warm from the inside out.

Rong Zhi saw that her expression had eased a little, so he went to Ming Yu's spirit and paid his respects respectfully.

After all the ceremonies, he looked at Mingyu's portrait and said silently in his heart.

"You shouldn't have left so soon. If you leave, who will see Wanwan off on her wedding day?"

"Second Master."

The man in black walked in hurriedly.

Rong Zhi collected his thoughts, his expression cold and indifferent, "What's wrong?"

The man in black walked up to him and lowered his voice so only the two of them could hear, "Mingmei is dead. The cause of death is exactly the same as Shen Yilin's."

Rong Zhi's face showed no emotion, his eyes were cold, "I didn't expect Shen Yilin to find someone to take the blame before leaving."

The man in black whispered, "Mingmei hasn't left the Ming family since yesterday. Who poisoned her?"

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened.

The man in black said again, "Second Master, how about I check the surveillance?"

Rong Zhi's expression was stern, "This is the Ming family."

The implication is that if they intervene and investigate, they will be overstepping the boundaries.

The man in black looked embarrassed. "Then let Madam investigate? Second Master, if you don't investigate thoroughly, this is a time bomb."

Rong Zhi's brows were slightly furrowed, forming two sharp lines, adding a bit of inviolable majesty to this already resolute face.

"You go down first."

"Yes." The man in black responded and was about to turn around.

Rong Zhi added, "The Shen family is under close surveillance."

The man in black nodded, "I understand."

Rong Zhi returned to Sang Yuwan's side again, and his deep eyes revealed a hint of hidden warmth, which was the protection and commitment to the person he really cared about. However, this warmth was wrapped in layers of armor and was not easily seen by outsiders.

Before she knew it, Sang Yuwan had already drunk half a cup of ginger sugar water, and her body felt a little warmer.

She was about to speak when her cell phone rang.

Ming Zhan came here.

"Second brother..."

"Wan'er, Mingmei couldn't be saved. She passed away five minutes ago."

There was a hint of fatigue in Ming Zhan's hoarse voice.

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, her whole body trembled violently, and a cold chill rose from the soles of her feet.

Mingmei is dead.

Although she had already guessed the result.

But when she heard it with her own ears, the shock in her heart was like a silent scream, echoing in her chest, deafening.

She took a deep breath, her long eyelashes drooped violently, and her pupils reflected astonishment and unwillingness.

Mingmei left just like that, it was too easy for her.

The same goes for Shen Yilin.

Rong Zhi had already guessed the content of their conversation. His pupils shrank slightly and he took the thermos cup from Sang Yuwan's hand.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, her chest heaving. "The Ming family has already experienced two bereavements. It would be better to postpone Mingmei's funeral."

Ming Zhan said, "I think so too. What's more, she is also a public figure. If some things are not handled properly, I am afraid it will cause very negative effects."

Sang Yuwan nodded silently.

After a few seconds of silence, she spoke again, "Second brother, you are no longer the Ming Zhan you used to be."

Rong Zhi, who was standing by, couldn't help but twitch his eyelids when he heard this.

Ming Zhan on the other end of the phone whispered, "Wan'er, I hope that one day, I can... Never mind, let's not talk about this today. I'm going to deal with Ming Mei's matter first."

"Okay." Sang Yuwan slowly took the phone away from her ear.

Rong Zhi sat down beside her and asked in a low voice, "There is something I would like to ask for your advice."

Sang Yuwan pinched her sore nose bridge and said softly, "What's the matter?"

Rong Zhi felt very distressed when he saw how haggard she looked.

There have been too many things going on lately.

There was no way she could avoid it.

Fortunately, everything is finally over.

Rong Zhi looked around, lowered his voice, and said solemnly, "I suspect there are people belonging to Shen Yilin in the Ming family."

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched heavily, she withdrew her hand, and slowly tightened her fingertips.

"Do you have any evidence?"

Rong Zhi replied, "Mingmei's death is the evidence."

Sang Yuwan's breathing became rapid and shallow. Every breath she took was like a storm blowing up in her chest, causing her heartbeat to accelerate and thump, like a war drum roaring in her ears.

"Don't worry too much. Believe me, we'll find out soon." Rong Zhi hurriedly held her cold hands, his deep eyes, cold yet tender.

Sang Yuwan unconsciously clenched her hands into fists, her fingertips turning white from the strain, as if she were trying to grasp something to steady herself from the sudden turmoil. She leaned back slightly, as if an invisible force was pulling her back from the brink of shock.

"Investigate. Find out and see how I deal with him."

When Rong Zhi heard this, a deep and solemn expression appeared on his face. His brows were furrowed, revealing unquestionable seriousness, and his eyes were sharp and focused.

"I want to retrieve all the surveillance footage from the Ming family over the past two days, including your living room."

"Okay. I'll give you permission."

Sang Yuwan agreed without much thought.

Although Shen Yilin is dead, no one knows what the person he left behind will do.

She understood that Rong Zhi didn't need to greet her at all.

But he still asked for her opinion.

This is respect.

It's also trust.