Chapter 189 Give her some time

Rong Zhi's pupils contracted, and his eyes, hidden in the dim light, accentuated the sharp features of his face, giving him an imposing aura.

After a few seconds, he replied.

"Keep a close eye on him."

Three simple words conveyed a dignified and assertive attitude.

The other party replied instantly.

"Yes, Second Master."

Rong Zhi frowned, took a deep breath, and gently put down his phone.

After a long while, he pulled over the blanket that Sang Yuwan usually used for her naps, casually draped it over himself, and closed his eyes behind his ears.

Before long, both the people inside and outside the house fell asleep.

The next day.

As dawn broke, Sang Yuwan stretched her arm out from under the covers, her eyelashes fluttering gently. A faint scent of orange mingled with the fragrance of orchids, causing her delicate brows to furrow slightly.

Last night, she didn't seem to have lit any calming incense.

Startled, she sat up abruptly, her heart trembling slightly. She turned her head and looked at the small round table not far away.

The incense was still burning out.

Her gaze instantly darkened, and she threw back the covers and got out of bed. She went to the table, picked up a pair of scissors, and extinguished the incense.

After standing there for a few minutes, she frowned and looked around.

Rong Zhi was no longer in the room.

Sang Yuwan breathed a sigh of relief.

The faint, urgent ringing of cell phones could be heard outside, each ring louder than the last.

Sang Yuwan paused for half a second, then hurriedly opened the bedroom door to get her phone.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, her gaze falling on the sofa in the living room. Her jawline instantly tightened.

Hearing the sound, the man on the sofa turned over and slowly sat up.

“Rong Zhi, you…” Sang Yuwan stood there, her brows furrowed, her expression one of disbelief.

"Good morning." Rong Zhi looked at her, raised an eyebrow, and smiled as he spoke.

Sang Yuwan frowned and lowered her voice, "Who told you to sleep here?"

Rong Zhi stood up and replied with a smile, "You called me up here saying we needed to have a good chat, but you ended up falling asleep yourself."

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she pursed her lips slightly, "There's nothing left for us to talk about."

Rong Zhi smiled slightly, but remained silent. Then, he looked away, neatly folded the blanket, and put it back in its original place.

Sang Yuwan raised an eyebrow, a faint light flickering in her eyes, her mind a jumble of thoughts. She bit her lip and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Rong Zhi watched her retreating figure, his lips curving upwards, his smile deepening.

When Sang Yuwan finished washing up and came out, the living room was already empty.

She went upstairs, and Aunt Qiu quickly brought up breakfast. A few minutes later, Minglang came up carrying a bouquet of flowers.

Sang Yuwan glanced at it casually, "Did Xiansi send this?"

Minglang paused for half a second, then replied, "It's two..."

Sang Yuwan's face instantly darkened, and she scolded in a low voice, "Throw it away." After a pause, she added, "From now on, you are not allowed to accept any of his things."

Minglang was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself.

"Did Madam and Second Young Master have a fight? That shouldn't be the case. Second Young Master and Madam have such a good relationship, how could they possibly fight? Could it be because of Second Young Master? He stayed here last night, did he say something to Madam...?"

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and throw it away." Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, and she raised her voice.

Minglang's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "Madam, I'll go throw it away right away."

He ran downstairs, looking at the bouquet of champagne roses in full bloom, hesitating. After a full two minutes, he took out his phone and sent a message to Mingzhan.

"Second Young Master, Madam is not in a good mood today and won't accept anything."

As soon as the message was successfully sent, Mingzhan called him.

Minglang hurriedly went to a secluded spot and pressed the answer button.

Ming Zhan's anxious voice soon rang in his ears.

"What happened?"

Minglang swallowed hard, looking uneasy. "Second Young Master, did you have a fight with Madam? She's in a terrible mood."

Mingzhan paused for a few seconds, his tone slightly puzzled, "How could I possibly argue with her?"

Minglang was puzzled. "Madam said that you are not allowed to accept anything you send from now on."

"Hmm?" Ming Zhan's tone suddenly turned somber. "She really said that?"

Minglang affirmed, "Yes."

Ming Zhan paused, his voice low and hoarse, "Is she trying to completely sever ties with me?"

Minglang's heart tightened; he couldn't believe it. "How is this possible?"

Ming Zhan took a deep breath, his voice growing hoarse, "Bo Xingzhi has been dead for less than three months. She did this to avoid suspicion."

Minglang blurted out, "If that's really the case, the person Madam should avoid the most is Second Master. Her feelings for him..."

Realizing he had misspoke, he abruptly stopped talking, a fine layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Upon hearing this, Mingzhan felt a heavy weight in his heart and unease. "The relationship between Madam and Second Master is very good?"

“They…” Minglang dared not say more.

Mingzhan was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking, "Alright. Tell Wan'er that I understand her feelings. Tell her to relax and not have any psychological burden. Also, Alang, you must take good care of her and not let anything happen to her."

A wave of emotion welled up in Minglang's nose. "Second Young Master, don't worry. I will take good care of Madam."

"That's all for now." Minglang hung up the phone, looking dejected.

Minglang walked to the trash can and looked at the bouquet of flowers in full bloom, feeling a pang of sadness.

He went upstairs again and came to Sang Yuwan, bowing his head. "Madam, the second young master asked me to tell you that he understands your feelings. He wants you to relax and not have any psychological burden."

Sang Yuwan's fingers tightened suddenly as she held the chopsticks, and she frowned. "For no reason, he..."

Before she could finish speaking, her phone rang.

It was Rong Zhi.

Her eyes darkened, and she cut the line without hesitation.

Seeing this, Minglang silently turned around and walked downstairs.

Sang Yuwan threw her phone back onto the dining table, picked up a small steamed bun, and began to eat it in small bites.

When Rong Zhi saw that she refused to answer, he did not call back.

Sang Yuwan had a poor appetite today. She only drank a small bowl of millet porridge and ate two small steamed buns before putting down her chopsticks.

Just as she was about to get up, she remembered the words Ming Zhan had asked Ming Lang to tell her, and she couldn't help but frown.

"Did something happen to him?"

After getting into the car, she looked in the rearview mirror and asked Minglang, "Besides my brother's matter, has the Ming family encountered any other difficulties recently?"

“No,” Minglang blurted out.

Sang Yuwan frowned. "Go and find out quietly. Maybe they don't want me to know and are deliberately keeping it from me."

Minglang replied, "Yes, madam."

Sang Yuwan leaned back and said calmly, "Let's go to the hospital first to see the old lady. Then we'll go to the company."

"Yes," Minglang replied, then started the car.

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Hospital.

Mingzhan sat by Mingxiao's bedside, carefully stirring the nutritious porridge in the porcelain bowl for him.

A faint warmth, almost imperceptible.

"Ah Zhan, why do you look so troubled?" Ming Xiao could tell at a glance that he was in low spirits.

Ming Zhan paused for a moment, then forced a faint smile. "What could possibly be wrong with me?"

Mingxiao said, "Because of Wanwan?"

Ming Zhan's eyelids twitched heavily, and a hint of sorrow surfaced in his eyes.

He kept his head down and didn't say a word.

Mingxiao immediately understood. He pulled the blanket around himself and leaned back against the headboard. "Azhan, some things can't be rushed. Give her some time."