Chapter 28 First to Take the Lead

Minglang's expression tightened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "If he dares to install a tracking device, I'll put a bomb in his car."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "He's just having dinner with his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Minglang took two steps back and looked closely. "It really is the Maybach that Miss Fourth rode in yesterday."

"Second Master can tolerate this?" Xian Si asked in surprise.

Sang Yuwan glanced at her and lowered her voice, "Perhaps he just likes women who plant grass on his head. It's refreshing."

Xiansi almost burst out laughing.

The three of them took two steps forward, and then heard the sound of a car door closing behind them.

Accompanying this was a deep, cold, magnetic voice calling out.

"lady."

Sang Yu pretended not to hear and continued forward.

Strings followed closely behind.

Minglang turned his head slightly, looked at the tall figure walking against the light, frowned, and his eyes darkened.

The man walked very fast, catching up with them in just a few steps.

His deep gaze casually fell on Sang Yuwan's face, a faint smile appearing on his lips. "Madam, do you have an appointment?"

Strings and Brightness walked up behind them without them noticing.

Minglang was not relaxed; his upright posture was slightly tense, and every cell in his body was on high alert.

He would dare to attack Rong Zhi immediately if Sang Yuwan gave the order.

In his world, his master is above all else.

Sang Yuwan chuckled softly, her meaning ambiguous. "I have an appointment to discuss some business. What brings you here, Second Master?"

Rong Zhi glanced sideways slightly. "Just like with Madam, let's talk business."

The word "Madam" carried a respectful yet gentle tone, but upon reaching Sang Yuwan's ears, it inexplicably made her feel uneasy. Her brow furrowed, her expression becoming much more stern. "According to family rules, you should call me Sister-in-law."

Rong Zhi's tone was flat and unchanging, "In terms of age, you are much younger than me, so I really can't bring myself to call you 'sister-in-law'."

"Heh." Sang Yu sneered, "Weren't you calling out those names quite smoothly in the mourning hall?"

As they walked, Rong Zhi's arm brushed against her, whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was unclear.

Sang Yuwan's brow twitched, she glanced at him sideways, and distanced herself from him.

Rong Zhi seemed unaware of the touch just now, his expression unchanged. "At that time, my elder brother had not yet been buried."

Sang Yuwan retorted sharply, "So it turns out Second Master is also a hypocrite."

Rong Zhi remained silent for a few seconds, then uttered only one word, "Also?"

Sang Yuwan felt annoyed and didn't want to continue arguing with him. Her pretty face tightened, and she emphasized, "From now on, call me Chairman Sang."

Before Rong Zhi could speak, she quickened her pace.

Strings quickly followed.

Minglang walked at the back, glancing at Rong Zhi with a dark expression.

The warning is very strong.

Rong Zhi deliberately slowed his pace, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

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As Sang Yuwan entered the reserved private room, Yang Zhao, the owner of "Xinyu Media," immediately stood up and said, "Chairman Sang, hello."

"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," Sang Yuwan said politely.

The private room was very warm, so she took off her coat.

Xiansi took it and hung it on the hanger.

When Sang Yuwan saw Yang Zhao arrive alone, she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

For such a major acquisition, even if you don't bring a secretary, your legal staff should at least come along.

Could it be that things have changed?

After sitting down, she lightly curled the corners of her lips and said casually, "President Yang is indeed as rumored in the industry, doing everything personally."

Yang Zhao immediately understood the implied meaning.

He picked up his teacup and took two sips. He forced a smile and said, "My secretary isn't feeling well today and has taken the day off."

"Oh? Is that so?" Sang Yuwan lifted her eyelids and said to Xian Si, "Buy some gifts and go visit them."

Xiansi responded, "Yes, Madam."

“Chairman Sang, there’s no need…” Yang Zhao was startled and his expression changed slightly. “She just has a slight cold. It’s not worth making such a fuss, Chairman Sang.”

Sang Yuwan's eyes were cold and clear as she spoke calmly, "From now on, she is also considered an employee of the 'Bo Group,' so it's only right that she go and visit her."

Yang Zhao's fingertips trembled, causing the tea to slosh and ripple. "Chairman Sang, actually..."

Knock knock—

A rhythmic knocking sound came from the door of the private room.

Yang Zhao immediately shut his mouth.

Minglang assumed it was a waiter coming to deliver the food, so he quickly walked over and opened the door to the private room.

"Why is it you?"

Xian Si immediately stood up, looked over, and asked in surprise, "Second Master?"

Sang Yuwan's fingers, holding the teacup, paused slightly, and her cool gaze grew colder inch by inch.

Rong Zhi strode in, his gaze sweeping past Yang Zhao before landing on Sang Yuwan. His sharply defined face, every contour seemingly gentle yet concealing a sharp chill.

"Second Master..." Yang Zhao put down his teacup and stood up.

Rong Zhi smiled and said, "Sit."

Yang Zhao sat down again, feeling apprehensive.

"go out."

Sang Yuwan's suppressed anger was reaching its limit; her clear eyes were unusually cold, and a faint red tinge appeared beneath the corners of her eyes.

"Yes, Chairman Sang." Yang Zhao suddenly stood up again.

Sang Yuwan paused slightly, raised her eyes, looked at Rong Zhi, and coolly curled her lips, "You. Get out."

Yang Zhao froze, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Rong Zhi remained calm and composed. "I'll just deliver a message and then I'll leave."

Without even asking, Sang Yuwan knew who the person who wanted him to deliver the message was.

In an instant, his eyes turned as cold as ice. "Second Master, tell her that if she wants my help, the sun will rise in the west."

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes and gazed at her intently.

Those eyes, as black as night, seemed to possess a captivating magic, drawing people in.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she gently looked away.

Rong Zhi pondered for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Okay."

Sang Yuwan was surprised that he agreed so readily and couldn't help but wonder if he had dug some kind of pit for her again.

Rong Zhi gave her a meaningful look, then turned and walked towards the door.

As he passed by Yang Zhao, he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

Yang Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and his knuckles turned white.

A few minutes after Rong Zhi left, the waiters brought out all the dishes one after another.

Sang Yuwan composed herself and said to Yang Zhao, "President Yang, please sit down. Do you like these dishes?"

Yang Zhao's face turned pale with nervousness. He took two deep breaths and said apologetically, "Chairman Sang, I'm sorry, I can't have this meal with you today."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, but she said jokingly, "A widow's door is always full of gossip. Mr. Yang, are you worried about people talking?"

“Chairman Sang, that’s not what I meant…” Yang Zhao’s palms were slightly damp. He swallowed and forced a smile. “If I had to consider this, I wouldn’t have come today.”

"What is that?" Sang Yuwan slightly lifted her eyelids.

“Sigh…” Yang Zhao steeled his heart and told the truth, “Let me tell you the truth. Before I came here, someone had already acquired ‘New Language’.”

Upon hearing this, Xian Si frowned. "President Yang, we clearly agreed on the phone. How can you go back on your word?"

Yang Zhao explained with a face full of guilt, "The other party offered a higher price than you, and he..."

Sang Yuwan, barely suppressing her anger, interrupted, "Which company beat us to it?"

Yang Zhao lowered his head. "Shen Group."

“The Shen family?” Sang Yuwan frowned.