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

"Second Master, do you want me to continue?" Sang Yuwan's voice was cold and filled with anger.

Rong Zhi's brows darkened and he replied, "How are you going to deal with him?"

Sang Yuwan's voice grew colder, as chilling as ice. "Just deal with it as it should be."

Rong Zhi did not make excuses for Shen Qianjie and responded, "I'll bring him to see you tomorrow."

"cough."

There was a soft cough from the other end of the phone.

Rong Zhi's heart suddenly tightened, and a frown appeared between his brows. "Madam, please take care of yourself."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Stop being so hypocritical."

Rong Zhi was about to say something when he heard a beeping sound in his ears.

Sang Yuwan hung up the phone.

Rong Zhi curled the corners of his lips and shook his head.

A man in black pushed the door open and came in, holding two documents in his hands.

"Second Master, there's an urgent message from the capital."

Rong Zhi stood in front of the window, looking at the endless night, without responding.

The man in black walked up to him and reminded him, "Second Master, this is urgent and needs to be signed and sent back immediately."

Rong Zhi whispered, "Put it down first."

The man in black was slightly startled and replied, "Yes."

In the past, Rong Zhi would handle any urgent matters in the capital as soon as possible.

Today, he seems to be very worried.

The man in black put down the documents and prepared to leave.

Rong Zhi stopped him and said, "Inform Shen Qianjie to go to Bo's Group early tomorrow morning."

The man in black was puzzled. "The Shen and Bo families have always been at odds. Will Madam..."

Rong Zhi interrupted him, "This is not something you should worry about."

The man in black tightened his breath, lowered his head and walked out.

Rong Zhi was in a bad mood today, looking a little tired. He subconsciously reached into his pocket, ready to take out the cigarette case.

My fingers felt something cold.

When I took it out, I saw it was the dagger.

The sheath is made of titanium steel plated with pure gold, with exquisitely engraved patterns and a Sanskrit inscription on it.

Lonely and brave.

Derived meaning.

Love is a lonely courage.

It is the courage to move forward even when the future is uncertain.

It is obvious that the person Ming Zhan really wants to give this dagger to is Sang Yuwan.

Rong Zhi didn't know whether she understood the Sanskrit sentence. The only thing he knew clearly was that in her heart, no one could replace Ming Zhan.

Even though Bo Xingzhi had been dating her for five years, he had never truly entered her heart.

The corners of Rong Zhi's cold lips twitched slightly, he chuckled, and his eyes suddenly became silent.

The dagger was placed on the documents, he took out his cigarettes, pulled out one and lit it.

The smoke was curling, and the angular face flickered.

-

The next day.

Sang Yuwan arrived at the Bo Group half an hour early, and Mingyi was already waiting for her in the reception room outside the general office.

"Night, sister."

Sang Yuwan didn't show any intimacy, and replied politely and distantly, "Good morning."

Mingyi was a little reserved and lowered his head slightly, "Sister Wan, should I go to the Second Master now?"

Sang Yuwan glanced in the direction of the chairman's office and said, "Wait here for a while. Go over when he arrives."

"Okay, Sister Wan." Ming raised his eyebrows, his tone much more relaxed than before.

Sang Yuwan said seriously, "In the group, call me Director Sang."

Ming Yi was startled and curled his fingers. "Yes. Chairman."

Sang Yuwan added, "Do a good job."

Ming pursed his lips and smiled.

He watched Sang Yuwan enter the office, covered his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fifth Young Master." Minglang brought him a cup of coffee.

Mingyi asked him, "I heard that the Second Master was in the hospital. Will he come today?"

Minglang put down his coffee and said with certainty, "The Madam said he would come, so he will definitely come."

Mingyi's heart beat like a heavy drum, and he said in surprise, "Sister Wan is so amazing."

Minglang raised his eyebrows, looking proud. "Of course. When Master Bo was alive, he always listened to Madam."

"Oh?" Mingyi seemed a little unconvinced. "Sister Wan is so powerful, why can't she defeat Sister Four?"

His bright eyes darkened instantly, and he frowned unhappily, "That's because Madam doesn't want to argue with her."

Mingyi wanted to chat with him for a few more words, but he turned and left.

"Second brother is right. In this bright and clear world, only Sister Wan exists."

About a quarter of an hour passed.

Lingzhou came over and called Mingyi away.

The gilded sign at the door of Bo Xingzhi's office has been removed.

Now, it's blank.

Although Sang Yuwan gave this office to Rong Zhi, he did not assign him any position.

He doesn't own any shares in the group.

His only identity is that he is Mr. Bo’s younger brother.

Even so, everyone in the group was afraid of him.

Especially some of the old employees.

Mingyi's nerves tensed up as he walked into the office. When he saw the man sitting at the desk, his heart skipped a beat and he shuddered.

"Second Master, good morning. I'm Mingyi."

The man sitting on the big chair looked up at him, his eyes showing no emotion. "Sit down."

Mingyi clenched his fingers, held his breath, and walked to the desk.

When he left the Ming family early in the morning, he was excited and full of confidence. But after seeing Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi, he felt inexplicably panicked.

He had internship experience before, so this shouldn't have happened. But these two were too powerful.

Rong Zhi opened a document on his left hand and looked at it carefully.

Mingyi sat down opposite him, his back straight, his hands resting naturally on his legs.

After reading his resume, Rong Zhi raised his eyelids slightly and said calmly, "It's a pity for a talent like you to follow me."

Ming Yi took a deep breath and confessed honestly, "The chairman asked me to come here."

Rong Zhi knew the relationship between him and Sang Yuwan very well, so instead of saying some high-sounding polite words, it would be better to tell the truth.

"Does she have any arrangements for your work?" Rong Zhi's expression did not change.

"No." Mingyi shook his head, but his fingers tightened even more.

Rong Zhi closed the file and glanced at him. "She asked you to be my assistant, but I'm just an idler, I don't have any position."

Ming Yi said calmly, "Second Master, the fact that you're sitting here now explains everything."

Rong Zhi's lips curled slightly, his eyes darkening. "Madam should have told you that I have only one criterion for hiring people, and that is loyalty."

Ming Yi's heart sank, and cold sweat broke out on his palms. He took two deep breaths, suppressing the panic in his heart. "Second Master, I will definitely do whatever you ask."

Rong Zhi's eyebrows flickered, and he pursed his lips, "The interview is over. You can leave now."

"Yes, Second Master." Ming Yi stood up, slowly loosened his clenched fingers, and his palms were full of finger marks.

When Ling Zhou saw him come out, he lowered his voice and asked, "Master Ming, how is it?"

Mingyi shrugged and said nothing.

Ling Zhou looked at the closed office door and seemed to understand something. He quickly comforted her, "Second Master probably thinks he has nothing to do right now. He rejected you because he's afraid of delaying you."

Mingyi chuckled and said, "From now on, we are colleagues. Please help me in the future."

Ling Zhou was stunned.

Mingyi's cell phone rang.

"Come in."

"Yes, Second Master."

Mingyi could never have imagined that Rongzhi would assign him a very difficult job just after he passed the interview.

He looked at the images on the tablet, his mouth almost dislocated in surprise.

"Isn't this my second brother? How could he... this woman is Bo..."