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

The man in black reacted immediately.

This woman cares most about her family.

"Snap," he swung the whip in his hand towards the air.

"Second Master, I'll take her to the police station right away."

Rong Zhi's expression was serene, like a lake shrouded in mist on an autumn day, tranquil and profound, without a single ripple. The dim light cast a cold, hard line across his resolute features.

"Let them come here."

Such light words, like the cold snow in the dead of winter.

The dark and damp basement is like an ice cellar.

Outside, the sound of rain roared like a thousand horses galloping past, or like the sound of drums and music from heaven, deafening. The raindrops slammed hard on the roof, making a crackling sound, as if venting anger.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, her pupils shrank, and her eyes were filled with bright red bloodshot.

"What do you want to ask?"

The man in black's eyelids twitched and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Unexpectedly, this woman who is not afraid of death would care so much about her family's face.

"Second Master?" The man in black looked at Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi stood on the steps, his posture as straight as a pine tree, emitting an aura that should not be underestimated. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see into the abyss of the human heart, flashing a sharp and calm light that made people dare not look directly at him.

He motioned for the man in black to take out his cell phone and start video recording.

Then, he spoke slowly.

"Who gave you the cold fragrance poison?"

The woman's heart seemed to be tightly entangled by invisible threads, each one tugging at her thoughts and making it difficult for her to breathe. After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke, panting.

"Second Master, you know who it is, why are you still asking me?"

Hearing this, the man in black shouted angrily, "How dare you!"

"Heh." Rong Zhi sneered, and a chill raged around him.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the sky, and endless water droplets poured down, weaving into an impenetrable water curtain, covering the entire world.

The basement was filled with steam, making it hard to breathe.

"I ask. You answer. This is the rule." Rong Zhi spoke each word with a cold voice as if it were poisoned.

Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of the woman's forehead, contrasting with her slightly trembling lips, revealing the nervousness she was trying hard to hide.

The air around me seemed to become heavy and oppressive. Every breath was like a silent struggle. I longed to breathe in a bit of calm, but was always overwhelmed by the panic in my heart.

Silent confrontation.

How could she be Rong Zhi's opponent?

"The poison was given to me by Master Shen."

The man in black held up his cell phone, his brows furrowed.

Rong Zhi asked again, "Were you the one who poisoned Mingmei?"

The woman's heartbeat quickened, and each beat was like a rapid drumbeat in her chest, making her more panicked.

She took a deep breath, her voice hoarse, "Yes, it's me."

Rong Zhi's brows were tightly furrowed, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his forehead. The blue veins were faintly visible under the taut skin, like volcanic magma about to erupt, hot and dangerous.

Seeing that he was silent, the man in black said something more, angrily saying to the woman, "Mingmei was poisoned by you."

The corners of the woman's mouth curled up, revealing a strange smile. "I've wanted to poison her for a long time."

The man in black continued to ask, "What's your grudge against her?"

The woman's mouth twitched, and her smile deepened. "Who among the Ming family's servants has not been bullied by her?"

Rong Zhi looked down at her coldly, "Has Sang Yuwan ever bullied you?"

The woman's chest heaved violently, a bead of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her blood-stained face became even more hideous.

Rong Zhi didn't wait for her to speak and continued, "Not only did she never bully you, she even saved you."

After a pause, his eyes darkened and his face turned stern, "You ungrateful thing."

The man in black followed suit and cursed, "Your conscience has been eaten by dogs."

The woman's breathing became rapid and shallow, her chest rising and falling gently with each inhale, like a candle flame swaying in the wind, fragile and unstable. Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and slowly slid down her cheeks.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something but stopped herself several times, as if something was stuck in her throat and she couldn't say it out.

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened and his gaze condensed, "Why did you poison Sang Yuwan?"

The woman's shoulders shrugged and her body huddled together.

"She...she..."

Rong Zhi said coldly, "If you still can't explain yourself before the police arrive, I will make your family watch you being taken away."

She could only lower her head helplessly, tears quietly sliding down from the corners of her eyes. At this moment, she seemed to be on a deserted island, surrounded by the vast ocean, isolated and helpless, and could only let the turbulent emotions swallow her up.

Rong Zhi ran out of patience, turned around and raised his foot.

The black leather shoes stepped on the steps, making a low and rhythmic "thump thump" sound, which echoed in the quiet space, carrying a thrilling and solemn atmosphere.

The woman opened her mouth and said, "I..."

The man in black saw her hesitation, his eyes tightened, and he yelled at her, "Second Master, your time is precious. If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

The woman licked her dry lips and swallowed her saliva. "I just want her to forget those unpleasant memories..."

Rong Zhi paused for a moment.

The man in black said angrily, "You dare to pinch me in front of the Second Master."

The woman looked painful, her eyes slightly bulging. "I'm not talking nonsense. Miss Wanwan once saved me..."

Rong Zhi climbed four or five steps, looking down from above with a dignified demeanor.

"Call her family over."

"Yes, Second Master." The man in black nodded in response.

Rong Zhi raised his foot and went upstairs.

ten minutes later.

The woman was taken away by the police.

In the pouring rain, her parents, her husband and children all arrived at the scene.

At that moment, her heart felt as if it were being cut into pieces.

-

Rong Zhi returned to the hospital.

The bodyguard at the door told her that five minutes ago, someone wanted to go in to visit Sang Yuwan, but was stopped by them.

Rong Zhi asked for the other party's information, and the bodyguard said it was a middle-aged woman.

Physical information is still under investigation.

Rong Zhi asked them to check carefully, then pushed the door and walked into the ward.

Minglang heard the sound and stood up immediately. Seeing that it was Rongzhi, his heart suddenly relaxed.

"Second Master."

Rong Zhi's face was tense and his brows were furrowed, as if two mountains were squeezing the ravine in between.

"Madam, are you still awake?"

Minglang's breath trembled slightly, "No."

Rong Zhi's knuckles turned white, and his expression was solemn. "Go back to the Ming family and help Ming Yi."

"But Madam..." Minglang frowned, a hint of worry appearing in his eyes.

Rong Zhi said, "I'm here."

Minglang pursed his lips and said, "Yes."

blah-

The ward door closed gently.

Rong Zhi sat on the chair in front of the bed.

Sang Yuwan's eyes closed slightly, the redness on her face fading a little. Her long, curled eyelashes, unblinking, cast a faint shadow beneath her eyelids, like two delicate little fans, guarding the tranquility of her dreams.