Chapter 186 Are you even letting people sleep?

Rong Zhi laughed out loud, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing, "I think it's because Madam can't accept me?"

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, her brows furrowing slightly. "Between you and me, there is no longer any connection."

Rong Zhi paused for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "You're tired, go and rest."

Sang Yuwan's eyes were dark, and her pretty face was covered with frost. "Rong Zhi, since we've already brought this up, let's make things clear."

Rong Zhi seemed to think for a moment, then said, "Okay."

Just as Sang Yuwan was about to speak, an unfamiliar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Rong, who are you calling? Come on... come on, we've been talking for so long, let's hang up and go inside to continue drinking."

Sang Yuwan's breath hitched.

He was drinking outside.

Judging from the voice, the other person was a young man. The way he addressed Rong Zhi was enough to show that he was also from that circle.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, preparing to hang up the phone.

"You can't just hang up on Madam's phone."

The deep male voice, like a bass cannon emanating from strong liquor and smoke, made Sang Yuwan's heart tighten.

"Madam?" The man's tone was slightly surprised, then he joked, "Master Rong has indeed kept it well hidden. When will you let us meet your wife?"

"Soon," Rong Zhi replied briefly.

"Really?" the man asked, his voice rising in inflection.

"Really." Rong Zhi's tone was gentle, not at all like he was joking.

"Mr. Rong, let me tell you first, your wife is..." the man continued jokingly.

"Go inside, I'll be right there," Rong Zhi interrupted him.

"Okay." The man was sensible enough not to press the matter further.

The air was silent for a few seconds before Rong Zhi's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I'll definitely talk to you properly after the drinking session."

His voice was like sandpaper scraping against the surface, slowly tearing at the strings of reason.

Sang Yuwan blinked her eyelashes and parted her lips slightly, "Never mind. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Who knows how long a drinking party will last?

Does she have to wait for him forever?

Rong Zhi responded, "Okay."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Yuwan took the phone away from her ear and hung up.

The temperature inside the villa seemed much lower.

Sang Yuwan felt a little cold, so she quickly got up and took a hot bath.

Perhaps it was because I was too tired, and I had too many things on my mind. I wanted to clear my head, but my thoughts became more and more complicated.

The steamy bathroom was shrouded in an invisible mist, making it difficult for her to discern her inner direction.

Her tangled thoughts were like autumn leaves fluttering in the wind, one by one, layer by layer, weaving into a complex web that tightly bound her heart.

After lying down, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She threw back the covers and got out of bed, preparing to light a calming incense stick.

This was given to her by Jiang Wu; it won't have any effect on the fetus.

Just about to be lit.

Buzz—

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but frown and picked it up to take a look.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Rong Zhi sent her a message.

"Shall we continue chatting?"

Sang Yuwan was quite annoyed.

She already had trouble sleeping, and now she felt wide awake.

He took a deep breath, sat up, and leaned against the headboard.

A few seconds later, she dialed Rong Zhi's number.

"Aren't you going to let people get any sleep?"

Rong Zhi's voice was a little hoarse, "I saw that the light was still on in your room..."

Sang Yuwan's brow twitched violently, and she gritted her teeth, "Rong Zhi, say that again?"

Rong Zhi slowly spoke, "I just returned to Jiangcheng, right in front of your house."

Sang Yuwan's expression froze, her brows and eyes seeming to be covered in frost.

Rong Zhi's voice reached my ears again, "If you want to talk, open the door."

Sang Yuwan's breath hitched, and her chest heaved.

Just as she was about to refuse, the other person said something else.

"If you don't open the door, I'll climb over the wall and come in."

A blatant "threat".

Sang Yuwan's suppressed anger flared up, her eyes shining even brighter with rage. "Rong Zhi, how dare you!"

"If I stay any longer, the property management might arrest me," Rong Zhi joked.

Sang Yuwan's lips tightened as she hung up the phone.

Two minutes later, she pulled back a corner of the curtain.

Sure enough, a tall and imposing figure stood at the entrance of the villa.

Perhaps it was a meeting of minds.

Just as she looked down, the other person looked up.

Their eyes met across the darkness.

The light was dim.

They couldn't quite see each other clearly.

But both of their heartbeats quickened considerably, as if an electric current was passing through their bodies.

Sang Yuwan abruptly pulled the curtains shut, turning her back to the window. One hand clutched her chest.

After hesitating for two minutes, she put on a coat and went downstairs to open the door herself.

Rong Zhi was taken aback when he saw her come down on her own.

Sang Yuwan gave him a cold look, crossed her arms, and turned to walk inside.

Rong Zhi quickly caught up with her, and before she could react, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the elevator.

He was enveloped in the darkness of night, and there was a faint smell of alcohol about him.

Sang Yuwan looked up, her eyes blazing with anger. "Put me down."

Rong Zhi smiled and said softly, "Why do you need to open the door yourself?"

Sang Yuwan gritted her teeth, "You know perfectly well why I'm asking this."

Rong Zhi's lowered gaze held tenderness. "If the people around you can't see the relationship between us, then they're too oblivious."

Sang Yuwan's delicate features were tinged with anger, giving rise to an unexpected and captivating charm of a beautiful woman in a fit of rage.

Her chest heaved. "You really have no scruples."

Finally, he added, "That's true, who are you afraid of now?"

Rong Zhi looked at her, spitting out a single word through gritted teeth, "You."

Sang Yuwan's anger surged, her face flushed red, and her clear eyes were tinged with resentment.

drop--

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Rong Zhi carried her directly into the bedroom on the third floor.

He gently placed her on the bed, supporting himself with his hands on either side of her.

Under the orange light, the two were very close. Their presence, both intimate and distant, gradually intertwined.

Sang Yuwan placed her hands on Rong Zhi's chest, gritted her teeth, and angrily shouted, "Get out!"

Rong Zhi leaned forward, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. His breath grew increasingly hot.

Sang Yuwan stiffened, her expression a mixture of resentment and barely suppressed panic.

"Rong Zhi!"

Rong Zhi deliberately moved closer to her, breathing softly into her ear, his gaze growing increasingly intense.

Sang Yuwan's breath hitched, and she turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.

Rong Zhi took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

He slowly got up and stood by the bed.

Sang Yuwan sat up, staring intently at him, her brows furrowed, and said in a deep voice, "I let you in because I wanted to make things clear with you..."

Rong Zhi interrupted gently, "You smell a bit of alcohol on you, I'll go take a shower first."

“You…” Sang Yuwan choked.

Rong Zhi went to the bathroom as if he knew the way well.

Sang Yuwan's vision went black for a moment.

What am I actually doing?

Why did we let him in?

Sang Yuwan swallowed hard, got up, drank a couple of sips of water, changed her clothes, and went to the living room.