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

Sang Yuwan's head shot up, as if held in place by some invisible force. Her mouth parted slightly, but no sound emanated, her face frozen between surprise and bewilderment.

Rong Zhi walked over quickly and placed the dinner tray on the bedside table.

After pressing the emergency bell, he gently held Sang Yuwan's wrist, his face full of worry, "Wanwan, the doctor will be here soon."

Sang Yuwan blinked her eyelashes, and the faint blush on her cheeks appeared and disappeared in the light, like a petal that had just bloomed in the morning light, both shy and tough.

Her breathing rose and fell gently, and every breath seemed to tell the story of the calmness and undercurrents in her heart.

"Rong Zhi? My husband?"

At this time, Rong Zhi couldn't say no.

Rong Zhi sat down, his eyes gentle and doting, "Wanwan, Minglang told you everything."

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, "We're already married, why don't I have any recollection of this?"

Rong Zhi's heart sank, but his face remained calm. "You probably have lost all your memories of the past five years."

Sang Yuwan was stunned, her breathing became shallow and rapid, and every breath she took seemed like she was trying to draw oxygen from the thin air to satisfy her heart that was beating faster due to panic.

The dean pushed the door open.

Rong Zhi stood up hurriedly.

After an examination, the dean slowly spoke, "Second Master, Madam Bo is fine now. Aside from a small portion of her memory loss, everything else is fine."

Sang Yuwan frowned and asked the dean, "What did you call me?"

The dean replied respectfully, "You are the wife of the Bo family, so..."

"Okay, since Madam is fine, you can go down first." Rong Zhi interrupted in a low voice.

The dean felt uneasy. He felt as if an invisible boulder was pressing down on his chest, making every breath heavy and difficult. His heart beat erratically in his chest.

Sang Yuwan has lost her memory and doesn't remember her current identity.

"Yes, Second Master." The dean responded and hurried out.

blah-

The door of the ward closed gently.

Rong Zhi scooped a bowl of nutritious soup for Sang Yuwan, blew on it gently a few times, and then brought it to Sang Yuwan's mouth.

Sang Yuwan tilted her head, her voice suddenly hoarse, "Rongzhi, I'm your wife, why do they call me Madam Bo?"

Rong Zhi's back stiffened as he was tightly bound by an invisible force. His muscles instantly tensed, forming a rigid arc.

After two seconds of silence, he raised his eyebrows and explained in a gentle voice.

"I've always lived in the Bo family, and they all called me Master Bo. That's why they call you Madam Bo."

Sang Yuwan still felt a little strange in her heart. After being stunned for a few seconds, she slowly said, "Bo Xingzhi is your elder brother?"

Rong Zhi's back tensed even more, and every muscle stood out due to the sudden tension, as if frozen in the air like a sculpture.

This sudden stiffness made his movements slow and heavy, and even his breathing seemed to become less smooth at this moment, revealing an indescribable feeling of depression and tension.

"Yes."

Sang Yuwan looked at him, staring into his eyes without blinking, "Minglang said, Bo Xingzhi is my boss?"

Rong Zhi tightened his fingers around the porcelain bowl, "Yes."

Sang Yuwan asked again, "Is he dead?"

Rong Zhi's eyebrows jumped heavily, and he thought to himself.

What did Minglang say to her?

He twitched the corners of his lips. "Yes. He's been gone for three months."

Sang Yuwan's inexplicable panic was like a sudden cold wind that silently penetrated the defenses of her heart. It was not just a physical discomfort, but more like an invisible emotional storm that surged wildly in her heart.

She always felt a little weird.

But I can't remember anything.

Rong Zhi picked up the spoon and stirred the nutritious soup in the bowl, his lips curved upwards, "If you don't eat now, the baby will be hungry."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan subconsciously touched her lower abdomen with her right hand.

When Rong Zhi saw her open her mouth, his heart relaxed a little.

"Is it hot or not?"

Sang Yuwan shook her head.

Maybe it was because of the baby in her belly, or maybe it was because these were all her favorite dishes.

There was almost no food left on the plate.

Rong Zhi took a tissue to wipe her mouth, then cleaned the table and got up to go to the small kitchen.

Minglang walked up to him anxiously and asked in a low voice, "Second Master, Madam doesn't suspect anything, right?"

Rong Zhi glanced at him coldly without saying a word.

Minglang was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead. "Second Master, I made a portion for you too. How about you just make do with it?"

hum-

The rapid ringing of the cell phone interrupted their conversation.

Minglang retreated.

Rong Zhi didn't expect that the person who called was Ming Zhan who was injured and hospitalized.

"Is something wrong?"

Rong Zhi's face showed no emotion and his tone was a little cold.

"Second Master, is Wan'er awake?"

Ming Zhan's voice was very hoarse, as if it had been worn down by the wind and sand of time, like the rustling of fallen leaves rubbing against the ground in autumn, or like the roar of an old train slowly passing over the tracks in the distance.

He was already seriously injured, and the Ming family had been plagued by accidents one after another, which put him under great pressure.

Rong Zhi turned around and leaned against the kitchen counter, saying coldly, "She's awake."

Ming Zhan on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good to wake up..."

"Ming Zhan, she has lost her memory." Rong Zhi's eyes were dark and his tone was heavy.

"She doesn't remember anything?" Ming Zhan's breathing was a little heavy.

Rong Zhi looked solemn, his face was as dark and heavy as the sky covered with dark clouds, as if he was carrying a heavy weight.

"She has no memory of the last five years."

Ming Zhan was silent for a few seconds before he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Does she still remember you?"

Rong Zhi's brows were furrowed, forming an insurmountable mountain, and every wrinkle seemed to tell of the worries and struggles in his heart.

"She has forgotten everything about her and the Bo family."

When Ming Zhan heard this, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Five years ago, Sang Yuwan experienced a bizarre car accident and later met Bo Yuanshan.

Her relationship with the Bo family began from then on.

Rong Zhi's eyes became deep and dim, like two bottomless wells, revealing endless contemplation and melancholy.

"Anything else?"

Ming Zhan said, "Don't worry. She will remember."

Rong Zhi pulled the phone from his ear and hung up the call.

He adjusted his mood and then returned to the bedside.

Sang Yuwan has already lain down.

Rong Zhi called her softly, "Wanwan..."

Sang Yuwan gently lifted her eyelids.

Eyes facing each other.

Her eyes, which looked like stars, were covered with a thin layer of mist.

Confused and a little overwhelmed.

Rong Zhi's gaze is like a vast ocean, deep and firm, containing endless tenderness and love.

"Wanwan, whether you remember it or not, I am the one who loves you the most."

Every word squeezed out of his throat seemed to have been struggled, yet full of deep affection.