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

Ming Zhan took a deep breath, his expression stern, his brow furrowed. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, like a flash of lightning piercing the quiet night sky, a storm was coming.

"Wan'er's legal husband is Mr. Bo Xingzhi, even though he's passed away. Legally, he's her only husband."

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, a cold glint appearing in them, as if a winter wind had blown across the lake, freezing all the lightness and smiles. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his mouth was pressed into a straight line, revealing wanton cruelty and murderous intent.

"Legal husband? Bo Xingzhi?"

Ming Zhan had spoken, and there was no way to take it back. He gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing determination and unyielding spirit. "Second Master, I know you have deep feelings for Wan'er. But feelings are one thing, marriage is another. As long as you and she don't have a marriage certificate, you can't be considered husband and wife. Wan'er grew up in the Ming family. Whether emotionally or legally, she is the Ming family's adopted daughter. If you want to take her away, you need the consent of the Ming family."

After saying so many words in one breath, Ming Zhan's throat felt like it was on fire, and his face was as pale and bloodless as a lime wall under the moonlight. The sweat on his forehead and the fatigue at the corners of his mouth told of his body's limits.

Rong Zhi listened to him quietly, his deep eyes filled with coldness.

After a few minutes, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Finished?"

Ming Zhan's chest heaved, his temples throbbing. "Rong Zhi, if you insist on taking Wan'er away, then kill me first."

The hoarse voice hides an indomitable strength. It is like a stone polished by wind and sand. Although it is rough on the outside, it is extremely hard on the inside.

No matter what, he would not let Sang Yuwan go to the capital alone.

He was not worried about what Rong Zhi would do to Sang Yuwan, but he was afraid that if Sang Yuwan had an accident, he would not be able to see her for the last time.

In just a few days, he had lost several close relatives.

The pain of being separated from the living is like a sharp knife cutting out the flesh in your heart.

"Ming Zhan, no one can stop me from taking anyone away."

Rong Zhi's eyes revealed a sharp and resolute light that made people dare not look directly at him. His brows were slightly furrowed, forming two sharp mountains, adding a bit of severity and coldness to his face.

Ming Zhan looked at him, his whole body tense, blood oozing from the wound on his left shoulder.

There was a faint scent of blood in the air.

His eyes tightened, "If that's the case, then go ahead."

bang bang-

As Ming Zhan finished speaking, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Second Master, Second Young Master..."

A clear voice, quick and nervous, surprised and excited.

Ming Zhan's heart sank. He quickly walked to the door and opened it.

Ming Zhan's eyes sparkled, and he was very excited. "Second Young Master, Madam has woken up..."

Rong Zhi's eyebrows jumped sharply, and he immediately stood up and walked out of the study before them.

Ming Zhan stood still and didn't follow. He stared at Ming Lang with wide eyes, "Say it again..."

The voice was hoarse and trembling violently.

Minglang burst into tears, his mouth twitching, "Madam is awake..."

"Really?" Ming Zhan still had a hint of disbelief on his face.

Minglang nodded, "It's true, Second Young Master. And the Madam knows me..."

The corners of Ming Zhan's mouth trembled slightly. First, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and then they involuntarily rose upwards, outlining a brilliant smile that could not be concealed.

"It's good that you woke up... It's good that you woke up..."

A fishy and sweet taste surged in Ming Zhan's throat and then surged upwards.

puff--

He spat out a large mouthful of blood.

His body fell backwards unexpectedly.