Chapter 129 Why Find a Substitute for Bo Xingzhi?

Sang Yuwan's temples throbbed twice.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

Sang Yuwan assumed it was Xian Si, because Minglang was very sensible. Even when he came upstairs, he would only stay in the living room and rarely went into the study. He would never overstep his bounds and enter her bedroom or other private spaces.

Although the two grew up together in the Ming family and were as close as brothers, Minglang knew from a young age that there was a difference between master and servant, and he never had any improper thoughts about Sang Yuwan.

"Xiansi, come in," Sang Yuwan responded.

Click.

The bathroom door was gently pushed open, and someone walked in.

Sang Yuwan lay in the bathtub, covered by a layer of dense white bubbles, except for her neck and above.

The footsteps that came in sounded rather heavy; it didn't seem to be Xiansi.

Sang Yuwan's heart clenched, and she hurriedly covered her chest, turning her head to look over.

Through the mist, she saw the figure of a tall man.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and his sharply defined features were slightly furrowed.

"Get out." Sang Yuwan's heart raced, thumping loudly. Her whole body instantly felt hot, and even the water in her peripheral vision seemed to boil.

The man turned his back to her and whispered, "I'll wait for you outside."

Sang Yuwan blushed and angrily shouted, "Get out!"

The man's breath hitched slightly, and he stepped out.

Sang Yuwan gripped the edge of the bathtub with both hands and slowly sat up. She took a deep breath; her heart was still racing.

A few minutes later, she put on her bathrobe and went to the washroom outside.

Just as she was about to use the hairdryer, the man came in again.

Sang Yuwan's face darkened as she stared at him in the mirror. "You have quite the nerve."

The man snatched the hairdryer from her hand and pressed down on her shoulder with one hand. "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Sang Yuwan was taken aback. "When did you call me?"

The man turned on the hairdryer, his long, slender fingers running through her wet hair.

This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this; his movements were becoming more and more practiced and gentler.

Sang Yuwan stared intently at the mirror. "You came here in the middle of the night just for this."

The man continued what he was doing, his thin lips parted slightly, "I thought something had happened to you."

"What could possibly happen to me?" Sang Yuwan's chest heaved, the collar of her bathrobe slightly open, revealing her flushed skin. She herself was unaware of this, her anger intensifying. "You want something to happen to me."

The man's breath hitched, then he turned off the hairdryer and said, "Dry it yourself."

Sang Yuwan said angrily, "If you do this again in the future, I will..."

The man who had put down the hairdryer suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "What will I do?"

Sang Yuwan immediately struggled, her blood rushing to her head, and her body temperature rising even higher.

The more she struggled, the tighter the man held her, until they were pressed together.

"presumptuous."

"Tell me, what will I do?" The man wrapped his arms around her slender waist, their fingers intertwined, holding her tightly in his embrace.

His strong, powerful heartbeat, even through her thin clothes, struck her heart.

"If you keep doing this, I'll call for help."

"That's it?" The man smiled slightly, a slight curve to his lips.

Sang Yuwan felt like she couldn't breathe, her pretty face becoming even more radiant. "Let go."

Seeing this, the man slowly loosened his clasped hands.

Sang Yuwan quickly turned around, raised her hand, and was about to slap him.

The man moved faster, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, lowering his head, and kissing her.

A gentle offensive.

From simple to complex.

Sang Yuwan couldn't break free, and the anger in her heart was about to explode.

She was about to bite him, but he stopped.

Heavy breathing.

Both of them were heaving their chests.

"Rong Zhi, don't go too far."

"Who exactly went too far?"

Rong Zhi's angular face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the veins on his forehead throbbed inch by inch.

Sang Yuwan felt he was being a bit unreasonable today, and bit her lip, "What did I do?"

Rong Zhi was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Sang Yuwan, be my girlfriend."

Sang Yuwan felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her mind went blank for a moment.

The air in the bathroom was a mixture of frost and heat.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, looking at Sang Yuwan's pretty face, which was covered with anger, and spoke again, word by word, "Wanwan, I..."

Snap—

Sang Yuwan eventually slapped him in the face.

That slap woke him up, but it also shattered him.

"Rong Zhi, do you know what you're saying?"

"Mingmei is not my girlfriend."

"Whether she's your girlfriend or not, you don't need to explain to me."

I don't want you to misunderstand.

"Rong Zhi, you think too highly of yourself." Sang Yuwan's lips curled into a cold smile.

Rong Zhijun's face tightened slightly, a faint redness appearing at the corners of his eyes. He curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile, "Yes, what am I? How could I be worthy of a woman like you?"

Sang Yuwan looked at him, her heart pounding like a drum, and a faint ache rising in her internal organs.

Rong Zhi took two deep breaths, his eyelids slightly lowered, his pupils reflecting her pretty face.

"I drank too much today, sorry."

Sang Yuwan felt as if her heart had been pierced by a long, thin silver needle. "You've had too much to drink. Why aren't you going back to rest?"

Rong Zhi pursed his lips and said softly, "I don't want to go back."

Sang Yuwan's anger, which had just subsided, reignited. Her brows furrowed, and she snapped, "If you don't leave, I'll have them drag you away."

Rong Zhi stared at her, the redness in his eyes deepening. Then, he tilted his head and asked, "Why are you all pushing me away? Am I really such a heinous person?"

The sun sets late in life.

He really drank too much today.

If we continue to entangle ourselves with this, who knows what will happen?

She picked up the intercom, intending to call Minglang up, but Rongzhi pressed her hand down.

A cool palm enveloped the back of her hand.

Their heartbeats alternated between fast and slow.

"Sang Yuwan, did you push me away because you were afraid?"

Sang Yuwan assumed he was just drunk and talking nonsense, so she kept her lips taut and didn't say a word.

“My parents abandoned me the moment I was born. When I was four years old, Bo Yuanshan adopted me, and I was overjoyed. Little did I know, he adopted me only to find a substitute for Bo Xingzhi…”

Sang Yuwan was shocked, and the color drained from her face instantly.

"Rong Zhi, you're saying... Bo Yuanshan adopted you just to find a substitute for Bo Xingzhi?"

Rong Zhi forced a bitter smile. "Heh."

Sang Yuwan asked again, "Why did he find a substitute for Bo Xingzhi?"

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"