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

Sang Yuwan felt like a huge rock was pressing on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Compared with artificial insemination, natural conception has lower risks and a higher success rate."

Sang Yuwan suddenly remembered Rong Zhi's words, and the stone in her heart became heavier and heavier, and she gradually felt suffocated.

Accepting technological means is her bottom line.

She really couldn't find a man to indulge herself in just to get pregnant.

Sang Yuwan put down her phone, opened the car refrigerator, took out a bottle of mineral water and drank two sips.

The coolness enters the throat, and the worries are relieved.

Xian Si sent a transfer record, the remitter was Shen Yilin.

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, staring at the name for a few minutes, her lips trembling, "Could it be 'Shen'?"

She immediately called Xian Si and asked, "Have you checked Shen Yilin's information?"

Xian Si said helplessly, "I checked, it's the second son of the Shen family in Xijing. He has nothing to do with the 'Shen Group'."

Sang Yuwan's heart sank and he sneered, "Second Master has any dealings with him?"

Xian Si replied, "The information I found. No."

"I understand." Sang Yuwan hung up the phone.

-

Half an hour later.

Sang Yuwan appeared in the hospital again.

This time, she wore sunglasses and held a bunch of white snowflakes in her hand.

Minglang followed closely behind her, carrying four or five boxes of high-end tonics, his eyes sharp.

"Madam." Xian Si, who was sitting at the door of the ward, stood up immediately when he saw her.

Sang Yuwan asked coldly, "Are you still not awake?"

Xiansi said, "Five minutes ago, I went in to check, and he wasn't awake."

Sang Yuwan pushed the door and walked in.

Through the dark lenses, everything in the ward was covered with a layer of dark color.

The man on the hospital bed had a thin layer of frost on his face.

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened. He walked over and whispered, "Second Master."

The man on the hospital bed showed no reaction.

Sang Yuwan took off her sunglasses, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, her dark eyes fixed on the angular face. She called out again, "Rong Zhi."

Minglang put down his things and walked behind her.

Sang Yuwan turned her head slightly and said to him, "Go wait outside."

"Madam, no." Minglang was shocked.

Sang Yuwan said, "Don't worry, he won't do anything to me."

Minglang asked anxiously, "Madam, have you forgotten what Jiang Meng said?"

Sang Yuwan turned around and glared at him, "You don't even listen to me."

Minglang's heart tightened, and he lowered his head, "Madam, I'm worried about your safety..."

"Get out." Sang Yuwan interrupted coldly.

Minglang stared at Rong Zhi for a few seconds, then took out the dagger from his coat pocket and said, "Madam, take it."

Sang Yuwan took a look, her pupils shrank, she took a deep breath, and took it.

Minglang then raised his foot.

Sang Yuwan sat down on the chair in front of the bed, and with a "swish", the dagger was unsheathed.

A sharp cold light flashed across her dark pupils.

It is the fire of anger and the frost of indifference.

The next second, a cold dagger was pressed against the man's cheek, "Rongzhi, stop pretending."

In the cold and frosty light, the man's eyelashes trembled, and his bloodless lips gently parted. "Madam, you have a keen eye. I can't even sleep a little longer."

Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes slightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Rong Zhi opened his eyes, his dark pupils reflecting a beautiful face. His Adam's apple moved rapidly up and down as he tried to suppress the surging blood and energy.

Sang Yuwan calmly moved the dagger away from his face and quickly sheathed it. His gaze shifted to the Sanskrit inscription on the dagger, and he spoke in a cold voice.

"Second Master is indeed worthy of being a big star's boyfriend. After sleeping in the same bed for a long time, his acting skills have improved a lot."

Rong Zhi gritted his teeth, sat up, and leaned against the headboard. His eyebrows raised slightly, and his thin lips curled up, "Madam, I don't quite understand what you said."

"Second Master, how long have you been rehearsing this 'torture trick'?" A look of sarcasm appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips.

Rong Zhi looked at her with deep eyes, neither annoyed nor angry, "I want to harm you, why do I need to rehearse?"

Sang Yuwan's expression froze, and her heartbeat felt like it was frozen.

His eyes were open, unconcealed and sharp.

Sang Yuwan already had the answer in her heart.

Rong Zhi's gaze fell on the dagger in her hand. Glancing at the Sanskrit characters on it, his eyebrows slightly raised, a smile not reaching his eyes, "Did Ming Zhan give it to you?"

Sang Yuwan was stunned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, his fingers tightened, and he said angrily, "What does it have to do with you?"

"He thought that by giving you a dagger, you would be able to protect yourself." Rong Zhi's eyes were cold and there was a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly sank, as if it were filled with cold lead. "Don't go too far."

Rong Zhi curled his lips, not smiling, "Why? Is he so perfect in your heart..."

Before he could finish his words, Sang Yuwan picked up the bunch of white snowflakes she had brought and threw them heavily at him.

White petals scattered on the bed sheets.

Rong Zhi's hair and face were also stained with quite a bit.

He didn't deal with it, but just turned his head to look at Sang Yuwan and said lightly, "Flower language. Provocation."

Sang Yuwan looked at him with cold eyes, "Rongzhi, I have already repaid your favor."

Rong Zhi was stunned, "Why do you still need it?"

Sang Yuwan laughed sarcastically, "The Bo family is full of romantics. The grassland above Second Master's head is almost as big as Hulunbuir, and yet he still can't let go of it."

Rong Zhi understood immediately and frowned slightly, "You issued a statement for Mingmei?"

Sang Yuwan's lips curled slightly, "Second Master, we are even now."

Rong Zhi took the bunch of shattered white snowflakes in his hand and turned it gently.

A lot of petals fell off again.

The air in the ward seemed to be paused by some invisible force, and everything around it instantly returned to silence.

Sang Yuwan could almost hear the pounding of her own heartbeat.

She didn't like this quiet atmosphere, especially when facing this man.

"Rong Zhi..."

"Are we really even?"

Rong Zhi spoke half a second faster.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat and his face was stunned.

"Rong Zhi, if you are a man, just say what you want to say."

"You know best whether I am a man or not."

Rong Zhi's voice was as mellow as wine, floating softly into Sang Yuwan's ears.

The tips of her ears turned red, and her heart felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at it.

The air became quiet again.

The two people's heartbeats intertwined.

Rong Zhi suppressed the pain and raised his eyebrows, "Madam, you didn't come here just to visit, did you?"

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and then she raised the corners of her lips, "Shen Yilin, do you know him?"

A flash of surprise flashed across Rong Zhi's eyes, but it was fleeting. He curled his lips slightly and said, "I don't know him."

"Second Master, you really don't know me?" Sang Yuwan's lips curved deeper and he sneered.

"I really don't know him." Rong Zhi looked calm and didn't seem to be lying.

Sang Yuwan's smile froze, "What about Shen Qianjie?"

Rong Zhi's heart sank, but his expression remained calm. "I know him. But not very well."

Sang Yuwan's clear, dark eyes reflected the dancing flames, but there was a coldness in the depths of her eyes.

She stared at Rong Zhi's pale face without blinking, and said coldly, "It was you who got there first and acquired New Language Media?"

Rong Zhi's expression remained calm, "It's not me. But if Madam wants it, I can ask Shen Qianjie to sell it to you."

This statement is tantamount to indirectly admitting that he was behind the acquisition of "Xinyu".