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

Rong Zhi's brows were furrowed, his expression solemn, like a sky covered with dark clouds.

The atmosphere around him froze because of his expression. The air seemed to be still, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Ming Zhan was terrified, his heart pounding as if it was about to burst out of his chest, each beat accompanied by intense pain and anxiety. His breathing became rapid and shallow.

"Rong Zhi, haven't you saved Wan'er many times? This time, you can definitely do it, right?"

Ming Zhan's voice trembled, like the cold wind blowing through dead branches in winter, with a hint of imperceptible fragility and trembling.

Rong Zhi took a deep breath and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I plan to take Wanwan to the capital."

Ming Zhan was suddenly startled and clenched his fingers, "Going to the capital?"

He paused, his eyes darkening slightly, "No."

"I'm not negotiating with you."

Rong Zhi's cold voice, like a biting winter wind, pierced the air and struck directly into the heart. It was devoid of any warmth, cold and resolute. Every word that escaped his throat was like an icy blade slicing through the silent night, leaving invisible cracks.

There was a sense of unknown danger in the air, making people feel suffocated.

Ming Zhan's lips trembled slightly. He tried to speak several times, but found himself speechless. He could only stare helplessly at the powerful man in front of him.

The Ming family and the Bo family together are not enough to compete with the Rong family.

But even so, he still didn't want Rong Zhi to take Sang Yuwan away.

Sang Yuwan entered the Ming family at the age of six, and Ming Yu had already regarded her as his own daughter.

In the suicide note he left behind, he specifically instructed her to protect her no matter what happened.

Beijing was over a thousand kilometers away from Jiangcheng, and Sang Yuwan had no relatives or friends there. What would she do if something happened?

All kinds of horrific scenes kept emerging in Ming Zhan's mind. The real cases he had seen turned into vivid pictures at this moment, interweaving into a huge web of fear before his eyes, trapping him tightly.

"I know what you're worried about."

Rong Zhi spoke slowly.

It is low and magnetic, yet wrapped in an indescribable sense of alienation, making people feel an invisible pressure involuntarily, as if surrounded by the cold air on the top of a snowy mountain. It is both clear and carries a power that cannot be ignored.

"Rongzhi, what if I insist on not letting Wan'er leave?"

Ming Zhan widened his eyes and spoke in a trembling voice.

"What qualifications do you have to stop her from leaving?" Rong Zhi said with a cold look on his face.

"I'm his second brother."

Ming Zhan's heart pounded wildly in his chest, each beat threatening to burst through the constraints of his ribs, bringing with it a suffocating feeling. Fine beads of sweat quickly seeped out of his forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his clothes, silently revealing his inner panic and anxiety.

A cold light flashed in Rong Zhi's eyes, like the first ice formed on the lake surface in the winter morning, flashing with a cold and sharp light.

"I am her husband."

The low voice is resounding.

Ming Zhan's body stiffened and his breathing stopped.

The air around him seemed to freeze.

Rong Zhi's gaze carried an unquestionable majesty and a sense of distance, which made people feel a chill in their hearts, as if they were tightly bound by invisible chains and unable to move.

After a few minutes, the corners of Ming Zhan's lips twitched.

"Whether you are her husband or not, it's not up to you to decide."

Rong Zhi's stern face seemed to be shrouded in an invisible chill. He stared at Ming Zhan with eyes as sharp as a knife.

"If I don't have the final say, who has the final say?"