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

Sang Yuwan's stomach started churning again, her face turned pale, and she was speechless for a moment.

She shook her head.

Rong Zhi understood, lowered his head, and nodded with his fingertips.

"Late night..."

He was about to put the phone back when he heard a sweet voice from inside.

Rong Zhi was startled. He lowered his eyes. The call was getting longer.

Maybe he accidentally touched the answer button just now.

Sang Yuwan opened her eyes wide and looked at him with a look of astonishment.

He clearly did this on purpose.

Two clusters of anger were dancing in his pupils.

Seeing that the call was connected, Rong Zhi simply picked up the phone and answered it without asking for her opinion.

"Second Young Master Ming, Wanwan is not feeling well and cannot answer the phone right now."

Sang Yuwan's eyes widened, and the curve of her jaw gradually became cold and sharp. She gritted her teeth and shouted in a low voice, "Give me the phone."

Rong Zhi stood there without moving, because the person on the other end of the phone was even more shocked.

"who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that Wanwan is not convenient to answer the phone right now."

"Who are you?" The person on the other side asked in a hurried tone, raising his voice.

Rong Zhi raised his brows slightly and hung up the phone.

"Who told you to answer the phone?" Sang Yuwan swallowed and said angrily.

Rong Zhi put the phone back into her coat pocket, bent down, and poured her a glass of warm water.

Accompanied by a low laugh.

"Are you afraid he'll misunderstand?"

Sang Yuwan suddenly felt as if a thorn in his back was thorned, and his heart trembled, "Nonsense."

Rong Zhi sat down, curled his lips, and said, "That's because I think I shouldn't call you Wanwan."

Sang Yuwan's temples were throbbing, his face completely gloomy, and his eyes were filled with anger. "Rongzhi, do you really have to be so unruly?"

Rong Zhi replied, "Then I'll call you Madam."

Sang Yuwan was so angry that she was speechless, a layer of frost covering her face. She stared at him gloomily, stood up, and took off her coat.

Throw it hard at him.

Rong Zhi stood up hurriedly and lowered his eyes, "Are you angry?"

Sang Yuwan was so angry that her stomach was cramping. She frowned and ignored him.

She prepared to take her coat and leave.

Rong Zhi curled his lips and pulled her arm, "Don't leave in a hurry."

Ice and fire intertwined in Sang Yuwan's eyes, and her voice, tinged with anger, was slightly hoarse. "Anything else?"

The temperature in the living room inexplicably rose again.

There was a warm and stuffy atmosphere in the air, as if it was suddenly enveloped by an invisible heat wave.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Rong Zhi's forehead, and his heart began to feel upset.

Unable to control his emotions, he hooked his arms around Sang Yuwan's waist.

"Rong Zhi, let go."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat and her face flushed, as if she was drunk.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, with inexplicable emotions surging in them, which made people sink into him.

Sang Yuwan didn't want to make physical contact with him, so she instinctively leaned back. Her slim-fitting dress accentuated her curves. As she leaned back, her chest seemed like a mountain range.

Rong Zhi pursed his lips, his Adam's apple rolling. He exerted force with his wrist and pulled her into his arms, "You're newly pregnant, be careful not to hurt your back."

Sang Yuwan was so angry that her pretty face turned pale again. Unable to bear it any longer, she was ready to raise her hand to slap him.

Rong Zhi predicted accurately, and he held her waist with both hands, lowered his head slightly, and rested his chin on the crook of her neck.

A warm breath surged in.

Sang Yuwan pressed half of her face against his chest.

His strong heartbeat was like a loud bell, deafening.

"Rong Zhi, let me go."

Sang Yuwan struggles.

Rong Zhi's eyes were filled with affection as he whispered, "I'll let you go once you're pregnant."

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened.

Rong Zhi whispered, "I've already read the inspection report."

Sang Yuwan's body trembled for a moment, and she subconsciously grabbed his shirt.

With a gentle sound, the two buttons below Rong Zhi's collar were pulled off.

His shirt was open, revealing half of his muscular chest.

Sang Yuwan was in a state of panic and didn't know where to put her hands.

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows and said, "Madam, there's no need to be so anxious."

"Shameless." Sang Yuwan cursed, his chest heaving. "Ning Wanzhen is right. You are not a good person."

A smile gathered in Rong Zhi's eyes, which softened the sharp angles of his facial features.

He let her scold him without getting angry.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, her blood boiling, her pretty face flushed red. "I don't think you and Bo Xingzhi are foster brothers at all. You're actually siblings from the same mother."

Rong Zhi's brows furrowed slightly, and his hand around her waist loosened slightly.

Sang Yuwan continued to curse, "Bo Xingzhi will not have a good ending, you..."

I was startled and swallowed back the rest of my words.

Cursing someone to a miserable death is really beneath her dignity.

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank, and a shadow appeared in his eyes. "Do you know why Bo Yuanshan adopted me?"

It's too late to be old.

It has only been a dozen days since that night of passionate love.

She didn't think their relationship was close enough that they could talk about anything.

Rong Zhi pulled her to sit down and put his coat on her.

Sang Yuwan suddenly came to his senses and made a move to stand up.

Rong Zhi held her down, tilted his head, and said calmly, "I'll only say this once."

Sang Yuwan frowned, her face tense, "I don't want to know."

She had searched all about him till now, but still found nothing.

Now that he brought it up, she didn't want to listen.

Perhaps, it was because he overstepped the bounds of discipline.

Again and again.

Or maybe, he has control over everything about her.

Now she just wants to stay away from him.

She was afraid that after tonight, the relationship between them would become even more uncontrollable.

Rong Zhi spoke again, his voice slightly hoarse, "Bo Yuanshan adopted me only because my face resembles Bo Xingzhi's."

This was the second time Sang Yuwan was struck by lightning tonight.

He tilted his head and looked at the man beside him.

Shocked and speechless.

My vision is slightly blurry.

The man's face and Bo Xingzhi were surprisingly 80% similar.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and said, "Are there really strangers in this world who look so similar?"

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

hum-

Both of their cell phones rang at almost the same time.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously reached into her coat pocket.

The phone she took out was not hers.

Only then did she realize that what she was wearing was Rong Zhi's coat.

He threw the phone over and stood up to get his own.

Liu Changqing called.

"Chairman, Jiang Hanbo's wife passed away."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and a layer of frost quickly formed in her eyes. "The cause of death?"

After Jiang Hanbo's wife was rescued, her condition has improved and she will be discharged from the hospital in a few days.

Moreover, in order to prevent accidents from happening, she specially arranged for someone to guard outside the ward 24 hours a day.

Liu Changqing trembled with fear. "The doctor said it was related to her underlying illness."

Sang Yuwan put on her coat and walked out, "Call the police immediately and persuade the family to perform an autopsy."

The incident happened suddenly, so she had to be more careful.

Rong Zhi also got the news, grabbed his coat, and quickly followed her.

Sang Yuwan stopped abruptly when she heard the sharp footsteps.

Rong Zhi didn't have time to retract his feet and crashed straight into him.