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

Rong Zhi came out of the small kitchen and saw Sang Yuwan's face looking a little ugly, which made him feel nervous.

"Late night."

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, clenched the bed sheet, and her eyes reddened. "Rongzhi, how did Mingmei die?"

Rong Zhi's expression froze, and he was silent for a few seconds before he slowly spoke, "Poisoned."

Sang Yuwan frowned, suppressing her emotions, "What poison?"

Rong Zhi replied, "Same as you, cold fragrance poison."

When Sang Yuwan heard this, her blood froze instantly and her pretty face became tense.

Rong Zhi's heart was beating like a drum, but his expression was very calm. "I didn't let Minglang tell you because I was worried about you..."

"Oh." Sang Yuwan sneered and interrupted, "I'm sure you know about the grudge between Mingmei and me. I wish she would die sooner."

Rong Zhi felt very uncomfortable when he heard this.

He knew that although Sang Yuwan hated Mingmei, she was still kind-hearted.

So, over the years, no matter how Mingmei hurt her, she never killed Mingmei.

"Wanwan. There's a saying that goes, if you harm others, you'll eventually harm yourself. This is her retribution." Rong Zhi said in a low voice.

Sang Yuwan's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if a breeze was blowing across the quiet lake, stirring up circles of delicate ripples.

But my mood is extremely heavy.

Mingmei died, and she was not happy at all.

Rong Zhi tucked the corner of the quilt for her, lowered his eyelids slightly, and said softly, "It's still early, sleep a little longer."

Sang Yuwan tilted her head and glanced out the window.

Five o'clock in the morning.

A faint bluish-gray hue began to appear on the horizon, as if the depths of night and the glimmer of dawn were quietly interweaving. This hue was neither as dark as the depths of night nor as bright as day.

Sang Yuwan frowned and slowly lay down.

Rong Zhi was no longer sleepy and sat quietly beside the bed. He waited until she fell asleep before picking up his phone to check.

Entertainment news, rumors about the Ming family are rampant.

Ming Xiao, Ming Yu, and Ming Mei died one after another.

Say anything.

Rong Zhi sent a message to the man in black, ordering him to clear all news about the Ming family from the Internet within half an hour.

Sang Yuwan saw the news about Mingmei's death, and soon she would also see the news about Mingyu's death.

He didn't want Sang Yuwan to see it so soon.

The dean couldn’t say for sure. What would happen to Sang Yuwan after suffering such a strong stimulation?

Rong Zhi didn't dare to gamble.

He just hopes that Sang Yuwan can maintain the status quo.

-

three days later.

Sang Yuwan's condition was stable, so Rong Zhi took her to Nanshan Villa.

I can’t go back to Qinghe Garden.

Because that villa was purchased by Sang Yuwan after she joined the Bo family.

Rong Zhi didn't know how to explain it.

He took the mute cook over, and when Sang Yuwan saw her, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Has she worked in the Ming family before?"

Rong Zhi explained, "After you became pregnant, she has been taking care of you."

"Oh." Sang Yuwan responded with a frown.

Rong Zhi added, "Her name is Aunt Qiu, and we can only communicate using sign language."

Sang Yuwan nodded silently.

Minglang brought some luggage from Qinghe Garden and was about to ask Rongzhi where to put it.

Sang Yuwan asked in surprise, "Didn't I live here before?"

Ming Lang was startled and looked up at Rong Zhi. "Half a month ago, you had a conflict with the Second Master, and in a fit of anger, you moved back to the Ming family."

Rong Zhi couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips when he saw that he was lying more and more fluently.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Minglang continued boldly, "Husband... Miss Wan, you'd better not come back to the Ming family so often in the future. The Second Master is worried, the Second Young Master and the Master..."

His throat choked and his eyes turned red.

Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, as if suddenly stirred by an invisible force, bringing with it an indescribable bitterness. It was a faint feeling, yet it penetrated deep into her bones, like a dead leaf that accidentally fell in autumn, gently touching the softest part of her heart.

Her eyes unconsciously became moist, not because of sadness, but more like some forgotten emotion deep in her heart was suddenly awakened, with a hint of bitterness and inexplicable melancholy.

Rong Zhi glanced at Ming Lang and said coldly, "Put everything in the master bedroom."

"Yes." Minglang responded and walked away quickly.

Sang Yuwan felt very suffocated and took two deep breaths, but the situation did not improve.

"Rong Zhi, I want to go out for a walk."

Rong Zhi agreed without hesitation, "Okay. I'll accompany you."

Sang Yuwan said, "You go ahead and do your thing. I'll go out and get some fresh air."

Rong Zhi thought about it and agreed.

Nanshan Villa has extremely strict security.

The person who wanted to hurt Sang Yuwan is gone.

Rong Zhi pushed open the door to the backyard, adjusted Sang Yuwan's cashmere shawl, and gently reminded her, "It's cold outside, don't stay too long."

Sang Yuwan nodded.

Rong Zhi stood at the gate, watching her walk slowly forward, his brows slightly furrowed.

Minglang ran over again and lowered his voice, "Second Master, Assistant Ji is awake."

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank. "Watch your mouth from now on and stop talking nonsense."

Minglang looked terrified, "Second Master, I was just anxious at the moment and said that nonsense."

He paused and asked, "Second Master, how long will we keep the Master's affairs secret? What if, by some chance, Madam returns to the Ming family..."

Rong Zhi's expression tightened, and he whispered, "I'll take her to the capital in a few days."

Minglang's eyes widened. "Going to Beijing? What about the group and the Bo family?"

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and his tone was cold and stern, "This is not something you should worry about."

Minglang's heart skipped a beat and he lowered his head, "I understand."

Rong Zhi said, "Don't mention Ji Xiansi in front of Madam."

Minglang was stunned for half a second, then lowered his head even more. "I understand."

Rong Zhi turned around and went upstairs to the study.

Minglang took a deep breath, raised his eyes, looked at Sang Yuwan's back, and bit the corner of his lip.

After two minutes, he followed silently.

Even though it was very safe here, he still didn't dare to relax at all.

When Ming Yu sent him to Sang Yuwan, he had already tried to kill him.

If Sang Yuwan makes any mistake, he will be severely punished.

Now, Sang Yuwan has gotten into such a big trouble, but the person who was supposed to punish him is no longer around.

Minglang suppressed his sadness and followed Sang Yuwan from a distance.

The small garden of Nanshan Villa is relatively quiet.

In addition, it is winter, and many flowers and plants have withered.

Only a few plum trees are in good bloom.

The plum blossoms are not big, but they are dense and tough, and the petals are crystal clear, as if they were condensed from the purest snowflakes in winter, or the brightest stars in the night sky fallen to the earth.

The flowers are mostly waxy yellow, and some have a hint of pink or white.

Sang Yuwan stood under the tree and sniffed closely. The faint fragrance of flowers was as strong and bold as that of spring flowers, but it had the power to penetrate the cold and reach people's hearts.

She couldn't help but break off a branch and look at it carefully.

Suddenly I was distracted.

"Wanwan, you should be like this plum blossom in the future, noble and tenacious..."

"Uncle Ming..."

Sang Yuwan's eyes turned red and tears flashed in the corners of her eyes.

An idea suddenly occurred to her.

I want to go back to Ming's house immediately.