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

Sang Yuwan felt as if long needles were pricking both sides of his temples, and a continuous and dense pain spread throughout his brain.

"What did I forget?"

Minglang suppressed his panic and spoke cautiously, "Madam, Master Bo..."

"Mr. Bo?" Sang Yuwan looked bewildered. "What is Mr. Bo's behavior?"

His bright eyes flashed, and he lowered his voice, "Yes. Madam, you and he..."

"What's going on between him and me?" Sang Yuwan pursed her lips into a straight line, her starry eyes shrouded in a thin layer of mist, revealing a mixture of confusion and curiosity about the things around her.

The air around her seemed to become heavy because of her doubts, and even the light and shadow seemed to flow slowly on her face.

Minglang's breathing became light and rapid.

At this moment, he was completely certain that Sang Yuwan had lost her memory.

But she didn't completely lose her memory.

Minglang's heart seemed to be grabbed by sharp claws, and a bold and reckless idea emerged in his mind.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, word by word.

"Miss Wan, he is your boss."

Sang Yuwan felt a little dizzy.

She stroked her forehead and tried hard to recall, but she couldn't remember Bo Xingzhi.

"Miss Wan, it doesn't matter if you can't remember. He is dead anyway." Minglang said in a low voice with a slight twitch of his lips.

Sang Yuwan's thoughts were like fallen leaves blown by the wind, swirling around in his mind in a disorderly manner. He wanted to grasp something, but it only made him feel more dizzy.

"Miss Wan, it doesn't matter if you can't remember him, but you can't forget the Second Master." Minglang suppressed his panic and reminded softly.

Sang Yuwan was stunned again.

Minglang continued, "Second Master is your husband."

"He is my husband?" When Sang Yuwan heard this, her eyes widened instantly, like two pearls of surprise about to fall out of their sockets.

"He used to be the second master of the Bo family, but now he has returned to his roots and returned to the Rong family." Minglang's tone gradually became relaxed as he spoke.

In the past few months, he saw Rong Zhi's dedication to Sang Yuwan, and he also knew that Rong Zhi really loved Sang Yuwan.

So, he accepted Rong Zhi from the bottom of his heart.

He even hoped that Sang Yuwan would never think of other members of the Bo family in her life.

Apart from Bo Xinglan, there is really no good person in the Bo family.

"Rong Zhi is my husband?" Sang Yuwan was half-believing and half-doubting.

Minglang nodded with certainty, "Miss Wan, you and he both have a baby..."

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly started beating like a drum, his mouth half open, but he couldn't make any sound for a while. He could only feel a strong vibration in his chest, as if he was suddenly hit by an invisible hammer.

Minglang added, "If you don't believe me, feel it and see. The baby is already three months old."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan couldn't help but lower her head, her heart beating faster, and she placed her hands on her lower abdomen.

An inexplicable feeling swept over me, and my heart was beating for no reason.

Even though she had lost her memory, she could still feel that there was indeed a little life in her bulging belly.

Her pupils flashed with disbelief and sudden surprise, as if a huge rock was suddenly thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples quickly spread, disturbing all the tranquility.

"Is this the child of Rong Zhi and I?"

Minglang curled his lips and said, "Doctor Jiang said the baby is healthy."

"Aunt Jiang?" Sang Yuwan's expression froze and her heart began to beat fast.

Jiang Wu is my mother's best friend, so what she says cannot be wrong.

"Miss Wan, now you know why I call you Madam, right?" Minglang's heartstrings were tense, and he didn't dare to relax completely.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "Minglang, why do you think I don't remember Rong Zhi?"

Minglang's back tightened, and his heart was stuck in his throat. He swallowed hard and continued to explain, "The Fourth Miss harmed you and poisoned you with the Cold Fragrance Poison, so..."

Anyway, Mingmei is dead, so there is no evidence to prove anything.

What's more, she stabbed Xian Si before her death, which was a serious sin.

"Mingmei?" Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushed with anger, and her lips pressed into a straight line. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, her chest heaving violently with each deep breath, as if she were trying to pour out all the anger in her heart.

"The fourth young lady is so mean..." Minglang gritted his teeth.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and a faint red hue appeared under the corners of her eyes. "This time, I will definitely not let her go."

Minglang's heart skipped a beat and he tightened his fingers. He hesitated whether to tell her that Mingmei was dead.

After thinking about it, I decided to keep it secret for the time being.

He was afraid that Sang Yuwan would get to the bottom of the matter and get upset.

"Miss Wan, I'll go make you something to eat. You lie down for a while."

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved, "Go call Rong Zhi in."

Minglang quickly responded, "Okay."

He walked out of the ward quickly, but didn't see Rong Zhi. He hurriedly asked the bodyguard at the door, "Where's the Second Master?"

The bodyguard replied, "The Second Master went to the Dean's office."

Seeing this, Minglang went to prepare food for Sang Yuwan first.

At this time, the mute cook did not come over.

He could only do it himself and make some simple and nutritious dishes according to Sang Yuwan's usual preferences.

Rong Zhi came out of the dean's office and the dishes were ready.

"Second Master."

Minglang lowered his voice and called out to Rongzhi.

Rong Zhi paused for a moment, turned his head and glanced at him.

"Second Master, why don't you take it in to Madam?" Minglang walked up to him and handed him the plate in his hand.

Rong Zhi didn't answer, "I'd better not provoke her at this time."

Minglang paused and swallowed, "Second Master, I...I..."

Rong Zhi saw that he was hesitant to speak, and he couldn't help but frowned, and said in a heavier tone, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Minglang's voice became even lower, so only the two of them could hear it.

"Second Master, I told the lady that you are her husband and that you are already married. I also told her that your baby is already three months old."

Minglang finished speaking in one breath, fearing that if he paused, he would not be able to finish the rest of the words.

Rong Zhi's throat suddenly choked, and even his breathing became rapid and heavy. The muscles on his face were stiff, forming a look of astonishment.

"Second Master, this isn't really a lie..." Minglang pursed his dry lips.

Rong Zhi's face did not show a trace of surprise, but became even more heavy.

Although the blatant lie was well-intentioned, it was not necessarily a good thing for Sang Yuwan.

Rong Zhi has made plans and decided to let Sang Yuwan get to know herself and accept herself again from now on.

If it is clear, Sang Yuwan will definitely believe it.

After all, she is indeed pregnant now.

Minglang's heart caught in his throat when Rong Zhi remained silent. His arm, holding the plate, felt a little sore.

He is neither advancing nor retreating.

"Second Master..."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened and he took the plate from him. "Next time you speak, ask me first."

Minglang quickly lowered his head, "I understand, Second Master."

Rong Zhi walked into the ward carrying a tray.

In his sight, Sang Yuwan was leaning against the head of the bed, his right fist clenched, gently hitting his forehead.

"Late night..."