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

Six months later.

Beijing.

Rongzhai.

As night falls, moonlight filters through the gaps in the curtains, dappling into every corner of the room, adding a soft silver-white hue to the quiet space.

Rong Zhi came out of the study and went to look for Sang Yuwan.

"Late night..."

"I'm here?"

A gentle response came from the baby's room.

Rong Zhi walked around the living room and walked over quickly.

What greets the eye is a soft and warm hue. The walls are painted a delicate pink. Like the early morning glow or the deep night sky, it is full of childlike fun and vitality.

In the center of the room, there is an exquisitely designed baby crib. It is made of natural and harmless materials, with rounded edges and no sharp corners. The bed rail is embroidered with delicate flowers or small animal patterns, which is both beautiful and safe.

A soft music box or wind chime hangs on one side of the bed, swaying gently with the breeze or touch, producing a pleasant melody.

The room was filled with a faint scent of lavender.

Everything is so warm.

Sang Yuwan heard the footsteps and turned around, her eyebrows curved, "How is it?"

Rong Zhi hurried to her side, held her wrist and checked her fingers.

"Didn't I tell you to let the servants do it?"

Sang Yuwan curled the corners of her lips and smiled, "This is our baby's room. I don't want anyone else to decorate it."

Rong Zhi said distressedly, "You can wait until I'm free and do it together."

Sang Yuwan said, "These days, you've been running back and forth between Beijing and Jiangcheng. How can you have the time to accompany me to do all these things?"

Rong Zhi hugged her, his eyes doting, "Madam, why do you sound a little angry?"

Sang Yuwan raised her eyes and frowned slightly, "I'm not such a stingy person."

Rong Zhi kissed her forehead and said, "Madam, I'm sorry. I've been really busy these days. Wait..."

"Ouch!" Sang Yuwan suddenly frowned and cried out in pain.

Rong Zhi's heart tightened, and he immediately realized, "Wanwan, is she about to give birth?"

Sang Yuwan held her bulging belly with her hands, looking painful, "It seems..."

Rong Zhi immediately picked her up and comforted her as they walked, "Wanwan, let's go to the hospital right away. Don't be nervous... Minglang..."

Minglang ran over and said, "Second Master, Madam, what is this?"

Rong Zhi's chest heaved. "Drive to the hospital."

"Yes." Minglang hurriedly opened the back door.

The pain came in waves, like waves crashing down on Sang Yuwan. Sweat trickled down her forehead.

She clutched Rong Zhi's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"Wanwan, hold on a little longer, we'll be at the hospital soon. Minglang, drive faster."

As the contractions intensified, Lin Qian's breathing became more and more rapid, and the expression on her face was distorted and painful.

Rong Zhi felt heartbroken seeing her in so much pain.

At this moment, he swore that he would never let Sang Yuwan go through the pain of childbirth again.

After Sang Yuwan arrived at the hospital, she experienced five hours of contractions and finally gave birth to a girl at three in the morning.

The nurse carefully handed a tiny, red life into Rong Zhi's arms.

In front of a group of medical staff, the powerful head of the Rong family actually shed tears.

He held the child for less than two minutes before handing it over to the nurse. He then lowered his head and gently kissed Sang Yuwan's forehead, "Thank you for your hard work, Madam."

Sang Yuwan's voice was a little hoarse, "Is the baby pretty?"

Rong Zhi's eyes sparkled with tears. "She looks like you, very beautiful."

After a pause, he added, "Wanwan, you and she are the most important people in my life."

Sang Yuwan curled up her lips and smiled.

A month later, there was one more person in the Rong family's genealogy.

Her name is Rong Weiyi.