Chapter 89 A Date with the Madam

"Oh?" Rong Zhi said calmly, "Although President Liu bears some responsibility for Jiang Hanbo's matter, he doesn't deserve to be punished so severely."

“He is my subordinate. I failed to supervise him properly, which caused great trouble for the chairman and the group. He should be dismissed.” Liu Changqing’s face turned red.

Rong Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "President Liu went to such lengths to be demoted several ranks, probably for someone's sake?"

Liu Changqing stood up in shock, his head bowed in fear and unease. "Chairman, Second Master, I have absolutely no ulterior motives towards the group."

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

Rong Zhi responded meaningfully, "Whether it is or not, President Liu knows in his heart."

Liu Changqing felt like he was being pricked by thorns, his hands pressed tightly against the seams of his trousers.

He had worked for Bo's company for ten years, was known for his steady work style, and enjoyed Bo Xingzhi's deep trust. During Sang Yuwan's tenure as group president, the two also worked very well together. If the incident hadn't been so sudden, he wouldn't have voluntarily applied for demotion and transfer.

Sang Yuwan had been in meetings all morning and was slightly tired. Seeing this, she stood up and said, "President Liu, the handover must be done well."

Liu Changqing bowed slightly. "Yes, Chairman."

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

"President Liu, you're always so cautious, how did you fall for Lin Ran's trap?"

Liu Changqing froze, his back drenched in cold sweat. "Second Master, it was my mistake."

Rong Zhi then asked, "Was going to Gucheng arranged by the chairman, or was it your own idea?"

Liu Changqing replied, "It was my own idea."

Rong Zhi slightly lifted his eyelids and said with an ambiguous meaning, "I remember Gu Jingheng's hometown seems to be in Gucheng."

Liu Changqing, unaware of the situation, interjected, "He was the one who negotiated the Longtan project in Gucheng back then."

"Oh? Is that so?" Rong Zhi seemed to suddenly realize something. "No wonder the chairman is holding back on this project."

Liu Changqing was taken aback. "Huh?"

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

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

-

When Sang Yu returned to her office that evening, she checked the time and saw that the clock was almost pointing to midnight.

I'm a little hungry, but I have no appetite.

This situation made her feel increasingly uneasy, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was under too much stress and had a stomach problem.

I was just thinking of taking some time to get a physical exam when my phone rang.

"Wan'er, do you have time at noon? I'd like to invite you to lunch."

The caller was Ming Zhan, the second young master of the Ming family.

To avoid trouble, Sang Yuwan wanted to refuse, but remembering what Lan Xiya had mentioned to her early that morning, she hesitated for a moment and then agreed. "Okay."

Ming Zhan's tone immediately lightened considerably, "Then let's go to the Beacon Fire Courtyard."

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

Mingzhan was a little excited. "See you later."

Sang Yuwan replied 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 looked up at him and curled her lips slightly. "Is Second Master a policeman from the Pacific Ocean?"

Rong Zhi strode to the desk, placed his hands on the edge of the desk, leaned slightly forward, his back taut, exuding masculine tension.

"It seems that Madam has made 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 skipped a beat, and her eyes turned colder. "Anyone who didn't know better would think that Second Master had installed a listening device here."

Rong Zhi's gaze was intense. "Madam, you can't make jokes like that."

Sang Yuwan glanced towards the door and asked, "Aren't you 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, her fingers twitching, and frowned. "Second Master, mind your own business."

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

Sang Yuwan felt a stab in her heart.

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

This man is becoming increasingly inappropriate with her.

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

Seeing that she was getting emotional, Rong Zhi's lips twitched, and he asked again, "Where should we eat?"

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

Rong Zhi remained calm and composed, his lips moving slightly as he slowly spoke, "I'll come pick you up later."

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

Rong Zhi smiled and walked out.

Sang Yuwan watched his retreating figure, her chest heaving with anger. She couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke it twice.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems a bit bigger than before.

I've been getting angry about so many things lately, could it be causing problems with my breasts?

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and closed the document.

-

Weekdays.

There was a slight traffic jam on the road.

Sang Yu arrived at Feng Huo Courtyard late at night, and Ming Zhan had already been sitting in the private room for an hour.

"Second Brother."

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

Sang Yuwan paused for a moment, then said, "Second Brother, I can do it myself."

Ming Zhan's arm stiffened, and after a couple of seconds, he felt a pang of unease. He curved his lips into a slight smile and said, "Don't be so formal with me."

Sang Yuwan hung her coat on the hanger and said softly, "Second Brother, don't worry about it. I'm just used to it."

Ming Zhan slowly withdrew his hand, his expression somewhat forlorn. "It's nothing."

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 glanced at the dishes, which were all her favorites from the past. "Second Brother, it's just the two of us. You've ordered too much."

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

A wave of bitterness washed over me, and the words I was about to say caught in my throat.

Sang Yuwan smiled and said, "Second Brother, this meal should have been my treat."

After a slight pause, he added, "I'm pregnant and can't drink alcohol. So I'll drink tea instead and wish you a triumphant return."

Mingzhan raised his glass, a complex mix of emotions in his eyes. "Thank you."

He had so much to say to the person he loved.

In the end, all that came out of my mouth was "thank you".

Sang Yuwan took a sip of tea.

Mingzhan tilted his head back and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp. After finishing, he poured himself another glass, took two deep breaths, and said with difficulty, "Wanwan, this glass is to thank you for saving my life yesterday."

Before Sang Yuwan could respond, he opened his mouth and drank it.

Buzz—

Just as Sang Yuwan was about to speak, Rong Zhi's call came in at an inopportune moment.

She hung up immediately.

Mingzhan drank two glasses of red wine, his eyes slightly red, his voice tinged with alcohol, "Wanwan, Bo Xinglan and I..."

The phone vibrated rapidly and shrilly.

Sang Yuwan hung up again and replied to the WeChat message with her head down.

"What's up?"

The other party replied instantly.

"Don't drink alcohol."

Sang Yuwan's face darkened, and she threw her phone back onto the dining table.

Mingzhan watched all this, suppressing his suspicions, and asked gently, "Wanwan, why don't you put your phone in airplane mode?"

Sang Yuwan smiled helplessly, "Then the assistants are going to have a lot of trouble."

Hearing this, Mingzhan's eyes filled with heartache. After a moment of silence, he slowly asked, "How's Minglang's work?"

"It's alright, there are very few mistakes." Sang Yuwan saw the pickled bamboo shoots on the table, picked up two slices with her chopsticks.

Mingzhan didn't touch his chopsticks. After hesitating for a moment, he asked her, "How did the dagger I gave him end up in Master Bo's hands?"