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

Sang Yuwan picked up the water cup, took two sips, and suppressed the anxiety in her heart.

"Aunt Jiang, let's adjust it first."

"Okay." Doctor Jiang responded, walked to the desk and wrote a prescription for conditioning.

When Xian Si heard this, she subconsciously clenched her fingers and became worried.

The longer this matter is delayed, the more dangerous it becomes.

Back in the car, she suddenly made a suggestion, "Madam, why don't I go to the black market and find a woman..."

Sang Yuwan interrupted coldly, "What are you talking about?"

Minglang looked at Ji Xiansi with suspicion.

He didn't know that Sang Yuwan's pregnancy was fake.

Xian Si's mind buzzed, his face flushed, and he hurriedly tightened his seat belt, "Ma'am, I'm sorry."

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and tilted her head to look out the window.

The sky seemed lightly covered by a thick layer of gray velvet, thick with gloom. The sun barely shone through a few faint, pale beams, feebly outlining patches of light and shadow on the ground.

Sang Yuwan felt like a huge rock was pressing on her heart, and her breathing became a little difficult.

hum-

The vibration sound of the mobile phone is infinitely amplified in the quiet air.

The air pressure inside the car became increasingly low and depressing.

Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes and glanced at the phone screen.

A call from Xing Bibo, secretary to the president of Jinmao Bank.

Sang Yuwan pressed the answer button, "Secretary Xing."

"Mr. Sang, are you free at noon? Dai Xing wants to have lunch with you."

"Today?" Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, her voice was clear and cold.

"Yes." Secretary Xing paused. "If you think it's okay, I'll send the address to Assistant Ji later."

These words sound like a question, but they are actually invisible pressure.

The person who made the call naturally didn't have such ability.

But the person behind him, Bo Xingzhi, has to give him enough face.

The private equity company under the "Bo Group" has cooperated with Jinmao Bank for many years, and many fund products have achieved excellent returns that exceed the market average.

Sang Yuwan couldn't refuse, "Okay."

Less than a minute later, Xiansi received the restaurant address sent by Xing Bibo.

Xian Si turned her head and said, "Madam, Dai Xing has an appointment to have dinner at Xiyan Lake."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, "I know."

Xiyan Lake Golf Manor is an industry under the "Shen Group".

At the beginning, in order to compete for this piece of land, the "Bo family" and the "Shen family" fought fiercely.

In the end, the "Bo family" was defeated.

In anger, Bo Xingzhi fired two executives who participated in the bidding.

That was the first time he got angry in front of her.

She didn't know whether Dai Xing had any special intention in choosing this place.

I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Xian Si asked her, "Madam, in the past, whenever Mr. Bo met Dai Xing, he always prepared a gift. This time, should we stick to the custom or change it to something else?"

Sang Yuwan thought for half a second and said calmly, "Call Qin Zhihua over."

Xian Si was slightly stunned, "Yes."

-

When Shen Qianjie received a call from Qin Zhihua, he was reporting on his work in Rong Zhi's ward.

When he saw the incoming call, his expression darkened and he hung up without hesitation.

The other party did not give up and called again.

Three times in a row.

Shen Qianjie was irritated and his face was full of irritation. He was ready to block the other party.

Rong Zhi half-closed his eyes and curled his lips, "Take it."

Shen Qianjie's heart trembled, and he smiled unnaturally, "It's not an important call."

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Girlfriend?"

Just as Shen Qianjie was about to deny it, the other party hit him again.

He was about to hang up again when Rong Zhi suddenly reached out, snatched the phone, and pressed the answer button.

"Boss Shen, are you still angry with me?"

A sweet and soft female voice with a hint of coquettishness.

Rong Zhi curled his lips.

Shen Qianjie bit his cheek, unwilling to pay attention.

The soft female voice had a nasal tone, "Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, Madam Bo is so powerful. I had no choice but to agree."

Shen Qianjie's chest swelled with anger, and he growled at the other party, "Don't explain."

The other party was stunned for a few seconds before softly saying, "Mr. Shen, don't be like this. It's not easy for Madam Bo either..."

"She has had a hard time, yet she wants to steal my girl." Shen Qianjie was furious.

"Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." The other party's voice was low and hoarse, with a timid tone.

"Qin Zhihua, tell her. From now on, in this circle, it's either her or me." Shen Qianjie was completely overwhelmed by anger and completely forgot that the phone with hands-free function was in Rong Zhi's hand.

"Mr. Shen, I'm so sad that you are like this..." The other person started crying.

Shen Qianjie's face was gloomy and he was about to hang up the phone.

I was suddenly shocked.

The phone is not in my hand.

"Second Master..."

Rong Zhi hung up the phone, his eyes darkened, and the raging fire in his chest spread all the way to his eyes.

The air pressure in the ward suddenly dropped.

Shen Qianjie was so frightened that his face turned pale and he stood up involuntarily.

At this moment, he wished there was a crack in the ground so he could crawl into it and hide.

"It's either you or her. Hmm?" Rong Zhi's expression was gloomy, and his ink-black eyes were brewing an extremely dangerous storm.

Shen Qianjie felt like he was on edge, his eyes nearly popping out of his head from nervousness. "Second Master, you're so angry you're talking without thinking."

Rong Zhi's jaw tightened, and his facial features became increasingly cold and sharp. "It seems that the kick wasn't heavy enough."

Shen Qianjie felt a chill on his back, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, coughing violently twice. "Second Master, this is indeed Madam Bo's fault. Qin Zhihua is an artist under my command, and she poached her without a word..."

Rong Zhi's eyes were filled with dark clouds, and he interrupted in a deep voice, "Have you been compensated for the breach of contract?"

Shen Qianjie's palms were sweating, "I gave it to you."

Rong Zhi added, "Is it too much or too little?"

Shen Qianjie swallowed hard, "Not much, not little either."

Rong Zhi sneered, "Is this what you call dishonest?"

The smell of disinfectant in the ward seemed to be stronger.

Shen Qianjie felt a chill spreading from his spine to his entire body, and he trembled all over. "Second Master, I was wrong..."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes nonchalantly, "You stole her business, and she followed the normal process. No matter how you look at it, she's the one who's at a disadvantage."

Shen Qianjie froze, "Second Master, the textile factory project hasn't come out yet? Besides, I participated in the bidding openly..."

Rong Zhi threw back the covers and got out of bed, looking down at him condescendingly. "She was originally going to acquire New Language Media, but you got there first. Isn't that stealing?"

Shen Qianjie was stunned. "Second Master, didn't you acquire Xinyu?"

Rong Zhi curled his lips, "Is it me?"

Shen Qianjie's heart sank, sweat broke out on the tip of his nose, and he couldn't speak clearly, "Yes... yes... no..."

Rong Zhi's expression calmed down a lot, and he took a step and walked towards the bathroom.

Shen Qianjie's phone rang again.

It’s still Qin Zhihua.

He glanced at Rong Zhi, slowly stood up, and lowered his voice, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Shen, Mrs. Bo suddenly asked me to go to Xiyan Lake Golf Manor. Do you think I should go?"

"Qin Zhihua, do you think I dare not do anything to you?" Shen Qianjie became angry again.

"Mr. Shen, don't be angry. I heard that Madam Bo wanted me to go over there to have dinner with Dai Xing from Jinmao Bank. I..."

"Qin Zhihua, you belong to her now. Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me. I have no right to ask you to accompany me for dinner or even sleep with me."

Shen Qianjie hung up the phone in anger.

Rong Zhi, who was almost at the bathroom door, suddenly turned around and asked in a cold voice, "Where is Qin Zhihua going?"