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

Rong Zhi's heart tightened, and he asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Sang Yuwan covered her mouth and swallowed, and the discomfort in her stomach felt a little better.

Rong Zhi stood up and poured her a cup of hot water, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, "Disgusting?"

Sang Yuwan was already a little annoyed, and now she was even more annoyed. A hint of red appeared at the corners of her eyes, and she glared at him, "Did you put poison in the chicken soup?"

Rong Zhi's eyes flickered slightly. "I only put a little bit of wild ginseng in it. Don't you like it?"

Sang Yuwan grasped the key point and frowned, "Did you do all this?"

Rong Zhi felt relieved when he saw that she was fine. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Yeah."

Sang Yuwan mocked him, "Second Master, you've cooked with women a lot before, right?"

Rong Zhi's brows tightened, and his pupils suddenly darkened. "This is the first time."

Sang Yuwan didn't believe it, and tilted her head, her eyes filled with a bit of coldness, "Mingmei hasn't eaten it either?"

She didn't realize at all that there was something wrong with her tone when she said this.

Others listening to this seemed to be jealous.

Rong Zhi curled his lips, "She doesn't deserve it."

Sang Yuwan chuckled, "If she doesn't even deserve it, then I can't afford it either."

Rong Zhi suppressed his emotions and whispered, "She can't be compared with you."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat.

Rong Zhi put the chicken soup away, picked up the serving chopsticks, and picked up some other dishes for her.

"If you don't eat now, the food will get cold."

Sang Yuwan slowed down her breathing, stood up, and sat down opposite him.

She thought that if they were farther apart, the burning sensation in her body would subside a little.

Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I saw Rong Zhi's slightly stunned face.

The sight is entangled.

Her heartbeat quickened again.

Sang Yuwan hurriedly lowered her head, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up a piece of fresh bamboo shoots.

Rong Zhi waited until she swallowed it before picking up his chopsticks.

I don’t know if I was really hungry again, but Sang Yuwan thought everything was delicious except the chicken soup.

Even though I was in a bad mood, I managed to eat half a bowl of rice.

There was really no sound during the meal.

The rules of the Bo family have always been stricter than those of the Ming family.

During the three months that Sang Yuwan lived in the old house, she tried to go back at night.

This can avoid a lot of things.

Rong Zhi followed her, put down his chopsticks, stood up, and brought her a hot towel that had been steamed in a high temperature. He also made her a cup of hot tea.

Seeing this, Sang Yuwan laughed at him, "Second Master, everything you do has its own rules."

The corners of Rong Zhi's mouth twitched slightly, "It doesn't sound like a compliment."

Sang Yuwan put down the warm towel, and raised the corners of her lips slightly, "I have to be grateful for what I have received, and I can't return the favor, so I can only give you some compliments."

Rong Zhi wiped his hands and replied to her, "Why can't I return the gift?"

"I can't cook." Sang Yuwan didn't want to continue "entangled" with him, so she stood up and said, "Can we talk about business now?"

Rong Zhi nodded.

Come to the living room.

The room was well heated, so both of them took off their coats.

I just finished my meal and didn't sit down immediately.

One person stood in front of the antique display cabinet, and the other stood with his back to the window.

Sang Yuwan, who was wearing a black dress, spoke first.

"You just said that if you were in cahoots with Bo Yuheng, I would have gone to see your eldest brother a long time ago. What you meant was that it was him who ordered Jiang Meng to attack me at the construction site."

Rong Zhi was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up loosely, revealing half of his sturdy forearms, exuding tension in his maturity.

"Yes."

"I already guessed it."

Sang Yuwan didn't show any surprise.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"It's the Second Master who's injured, so you can do whatever you want with him."

Rong Zhi frowned, "You've just taken the position of Patriarch, and you urgently need to establish your authority. Let's start with Bo Yuheng."

Sang Yuwan's lips curved slightly, "Second Master, are you helping me?"

Rong Zhi walked towards her slowly, "Could it be that you think I'm trying to harm you?"

Seeing him approach, Sang Yuwan turned and looked at a blue and white porcelain vase on the antique shelf. It looked strangely familiar, but she couldn't place it.

Rong Zhi saw her staring at the vase and curled his lips, "Do you like it?"

Sang Yuwan didn't look at him. "Are there a pair of these vases?"

Rong Zhi hesitated, smiled, and lied, "This is a solitary bottle."

Sang Yuwan thought her memory was flawed and didn't think much about it. She leaned over and said, "Let's put Jiang Meng aside for now. What do you think about Sixth Sister's matter?"

Rong Zhi's eyes dimmed slightly, and his tone changed slightly, "Don't you have the answer in your heart?"

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, and she felt a cold wind blowing past her ears. She curled her fingers and said, "My answer may be wrong. If you and I can do such a thing, why is it impossible for my second brother and sixth sister?"

Rong Zhi's face turned slightly cold, and there was a hint of undercurrent in his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he whispered, "You regret having sex with me."

The straightforward question made Sang Yuwan's heart beat faster.

She looked at him, her eyelashes curled up, her eyes appearing even bigger. She curled her lips, a faint smile playing in her eyes, "Is regret useful?"

Rong Zhi suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart. His face darkened slightly, and two words came out of his thin lips, "Useless."

Sang Yuwan changed the subject, "Did Aunt San give you the evidence?"

Rong Zhi nodded, "Do you want to see it?"

Sang Yuwan suddenly felt uneasy and sullen, her stomach churning. She forced herself to hold it in, moving her lips. "I'm afraid it's something unsightly. I'd better not read it."

Rong Zhi hummed, "They are all photos of Ming Zhan and Xing Lan in bed. You don't have to look at them."

The volume is not loud.

But it was like a thunderclap exploding above Sang Yuwan's head, his brain buzzed, and everything went blank in an instant.

Even though she was mentally prepared, when Rong Zhi said it clearly, her heart was still filled with huge waves.

Her heart tightened, as if someone had wrapped a rope around it, twisting it around and around, getting tighter and tighter. She was nearly suffocating. Her face was as pale as snow.

Rong Zhi saw her body swaying slightly and quickly supported her, "Sit down and talk."

Sang Yuwan felt a wave of sadness in her heart. She took a breath, and her eyes suddenly turned red. "How could he be so mean?"

Rong Zhi supported her and walked to the sofa. He gently pressed her shoulders and asked her to sit down.

"In your heart, is he really that perfect?"

Sang Yuwan blinked her eyelashes, and a forced smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "When I first entered the Ming family, Mingmei locked me in a shabby classroom. I almost froze to death. He saved me."

Rong Zhi was about to sit down, but when he heard this, he was startled, stood up straight, and tensed his back.

"So that's it..."

I don’t know why, but Sang Yuwan actually confided her thoughts to him.

"He told me that if I wanted to avoid being bullied, I had to become stronger and more ruthless..."

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold aura emanated from him. His chest felt heavy, and he sat down.

Sang Yuwan continued, "I lived in the Ming family for 14 years and witnessed his growth from a teenager to a young man. In my eyes, he is sunny and honest, and he would never do such a thing."

"But people are fickle." Rong Zhi's voice was extremely cold, and his eyes grew darker.

Although the room was well heated, Sang Yuwan felt a little cold and even shivered all over.

Seeing this, Rong Zhi hurriedly handed her his coat.

In a hurry, he handed over his black coat.

Sang Yuwan was so lost in her emotions that she didn't even notice. She put it on and wrapped herself tightly.

Only then did I realize that the sleeve was one section too long.

buzz-

The sound of a cell phone vibrating came from another coat pocket.

Rong Zhi stood up, took his phone, and glanced at it. His pupils narrowed, like the frost of winter.

After a few seconds of pause, he said in a low voice.

"Tomorrow's battle. Do you want to take it?"