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

"Oh?" Rong Zhi's expression was indifferent. "Although Mr. Liu bears joint responsibility for Jiang Hanbo's matter, his crime is not so serious."

"He was my subordinate. I failed to supervise him properly, which caused great trouble to the chairman and the group. I should be fired." Liu Changqing blushed.

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile on his lips, "Boss Liu is willing to demote several levels, maybe it's for someone?"

Liu Changqing stood up in shock, his head hanging low in fear, "Chairman, Second Master, I have absolutely no second thoughts about the group."

Sang Yuwan's eyes gradually darkened, and her tone was cold, "Boss Liu, the Second Master is joking, don't take it seriously."

Rong Zhi responded meaningfully, "Whether it is or not, Mr. Liu knows it clearly."

Liu Changqing felt like he was being pricked by a thorn in his back, with his hands pressed against the seams of his pants.

He had worked at Bo's for ten years, had a steady style, and was deeply trusted by Bo Xingzhi. During Sang Yuwan's tenure as Group President, the two had worked very well together. If the incident hadn't happened suddenly, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to request a demotion or transfer.

Sang Yuwan had been in meetings all morning and was feeling a little tired. Seeing this, she stood up and said, "Boss Liu, we must do a good job of handing over the work."

Liu Changqing bowed slightly and said, "Yes, Chairman."

Rong Zhi waited for her to leave the office, turned his office chair, crossed his legs, and tapped the conference table with his fingers.

"Boss Liu, you've always been cautious, how did you fall into Lin Ran's trap?"

Liu Changqing's body stiffened, cold sweat dripping down his back. "Second Master, I was confused."

Rong Zhi asked again, "Was it the chairman's arrangement to go to Gucheng, or was it your own idea?"

Liu Changqing replied, "My own opinion."

Rong Zhi raised his eyelids slightly and said something inexplicably meaningful, "I remember Gu Jingheng's hometown seemed to be in Gucheng."

Liu Changqing was confused and said, "He was the one who negotiated the Gucheng Longtan project in the first place."

"Oh? Really?" Rong Zhi seemed to suddenly understand, "No wonder the chairman is suppressing this project."

Liu Changqing was stunned. "Huh?"

Rong Zhi tapped the conference table lightly and stood up. "Let's go and hand over the work."

Liu Changqing's palms were sweating, and he nodded, "Yes."

-

Sang Yuwan returned to the office and looked at the time. The hour hand was almost pointing to twelve o'clock.

I feel a little hungry, but I have no appetite.

This situation made her feel more and more that something was wrong, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was under too much pressure and had stomach problems.

Just as I was thinking about taking time to get a physical examination, my cell phone rang.

"Wan'er, are you free at noon? I want to treat you to a meal."

The person who called was Ming Zhan, the second young master of the Ming family.

To avoid any trouble, Sang Yuwan wanted to refuse, but then she remembered what Lan Xiya had mentioned to her early in the morning and after a moment of hesitation, she agreed.

Ming Zhan's tone suddenly became much more relaxed, "Then let's go to Fenghuo Courtyard."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and said, "Okay."

Ming Zhan was a little excited, "See you later."

Sang Yuwan said calmly, "Okay."

She had just hung up the phone when Rong Zhi pushed the door open and came in, "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Sang Yuwan raised her eyes to glance at him, curling the corners of her lips, "Second Master, are you a police officer from the Pacific?"

Rong Zhi strode to the desk, put his hands on the edge of the desk, leaned his body slightly, his back tense, full of masculine tension.

"It seems that Madam has an appointment?"

Sang Yuwan raised an eyebrow, "That's right."

Rong Zhi's brows twitched, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Second Young Master Ming?"

Sang Yuwan's heart moved, and her eyes turned colder. "If you don't know, you would think that the Second Master has installed a bug in me."

Rong Zhi's eyes were blazing, "Madam, you can't make jokes like this."

Sang Yuwan glanced at the door and asked, "Are you not leaving yet?"

Rong Zhi slowly straightened up, a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "I'll go to the hospital with you this afternoon."

Sang Yuwan paused and frowned, "Second Master, take care of yourself."

Rong Zhi said seriously, "It's hard to say."

Sang Yuwan felt a stab in the heart.

His words "hard to say" clearly meant that he couldn't control himself when he was with her.

This man was becoming more and more dishonest towards her.

Sang Yuwan's pretty face tightened and she said angrily, "Get out."

Rong Zhi saw that she was getting emotional, and the corners of his lips twitched. He asked again, "Where are we meeting for dinner?"

Sang Yuwan's face darkened. "No need to report to you."

Rong Zhi remained calm and collected, his lips moving as he slowly spoke, "I'll go down and pick you up."

Sang Yuwan gritted her teeth in anger and glared at him, "Get lost."

Rong Zhi walked out with a smile.

Sang Yuwan looked at his back, her chest swelling with anger. She couldn't help but reach out and stroke him twice.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but it feels like it’s a little bigger than before.

I’ve been getting angry a lot lately. I wonder if there’s something wrong with my breasts.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and closed the file.

-

working days.

There was a slight traffic jam on the road.

When Sang Yuwan arrived at Fenghuo Courtyard, Ming Zhan had already been sitting in the private room for an hour.

"Second brother."

Ming Zhan's eyes lit up, and he stood up instantly, reaching out naturally to take the coat she had just taken off.

Sang Yuwan was stunned for a moment, "Second brother, I can do it myself."

Ming Zhan's arms stiffened, and he paused for two seconds, feeling particularly uncomfortable. He curved his lips and smiled, "You're being so reserved with me."

Sang Yuwan hung her coat on the hanger and said softly, "Don't worry, second brother. I'm just used to it."

Ming Zhan slowly withdrew his hand, looking somewhat dejected, "It's okay."

He walked to the dining table and pulled out a chair for her. "Here's the menu, take a look."

Sang Yuwan sat down and took a look. All the dishes were her favorites. "Second brother, there are only two of us. We ordered too much."

Ming Zhan sat down opposite her, "Wanwan, it's been six years..."

A bitter taste welled up in my stomach, and the rest of the words were choked back.

Sang Yuwan smiled and said, "Second brother, I should have treated you to this meal."

After a brief pause, she continued, "I'm pregnant and can't drink. I'll have tea instead. I wish you a glorious return."

Ming Zhan raised the wine glass in front of him, his eyes filled with complex emotions, "Thank you."

When facing his beloved, he has a lot to say.

Who knew that in the end, all that came out was "thank you".

Sang Yuwan took a sip of tea.

Ming Zhan raised his head and drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp. After finishing it, he poured himself another glass, took two deep breaths, and said with difficulty, "Wanwan, this glass is for you, thank you for saving my life yesterday."

Without waiting for Sang Yuwan's response, he opened his mouth and drank it.

hum-

Sang Yuwan was about to speak when Rong Zhi called at an inopportune time.

She hung up immediately.

Ming Zhan drank two glasses of red wine, his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was stained with alcohol, "Wanwan, Bo Xinglan and I..."

The cell phone vibrates rapidly and harshly.

Sang Yuwan hung up again and lowered her head to reply to the WeChat message.

"What's up?"

The other party responded instantly.

"Don't drink."

Sang Yuwan's face darkened and her phone fell on the dining table.

Ming Zhan watched all this, suppressed his doubts, and asked softly, "Wanwan, why not set your phone to airplane mode?"

Sang Yuwan smiled helplessly, "Then the assistants will be in trouble."

Ming Zhan's eyes were filled with heartache when he heard this. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "How's work going, Minglang?"

"It's okay, there are very few mistakes." Sang Yuwan saw the sour bamboo shoots on the table and picked up two pieces with chopsticks.

Ming Zhan hesitated for a moment before asking her, "How come the dagger I gave him is in Mr. Bo's hands?"