Chapter 205 is not an honor, but an exclusive privilege.

Sang Yuwan turned her head slightly, her dark pupils swirling with inexplicable emotions.

Rong Zhi pursed his lips, smiled, and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Sang Yuwan paused for a moment, turned around, and said in a low voice, "I'll go back to eat."

"It's a bit noisy over at Qinghe Garden, so you'll stay here tonight," Rong Zhi said gently, his tone very natural.

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she stepped into the restroom.

Rong Zhi stood there for a few minutes, a gentle light shining in his eyes.

When Sang Yu entered the restroom, she was surprised to find that there were many women's cleaning products and skin care products on the sink.

All are brand new and unopened.

Moreover, they were all brands that Sang Yuwan used on a daily basis.

Sang Yuwan's brow furrowed, and a strange feeling arose in her heart.

A flutter in my heart.

I felt anxious again.

Xiansi told her that Rong Zhi had loved her for many years.

Up to now, she has also sensed that Rong Zhi treats her differently.

She took a deep breath, turned on the tap, and washed her face.

The rising steam turned Sang Yuwan's fair face pink.

She looked at herself in the mirror and a smile appeared on her lips.

Buzz—

My phone vibrated.

Xiansi called her.

"Madam, something has happened to Qin Zhihua?"

Sang Yuwan composed herself, her expression turning cold. "What's wrong with her?"

Xian Si said in a low voice, "She got into a conflict with Miss Ming at Xiyan Lake, and she injured Miss Ming."

Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed, her expression turning cold. "Mingmei hasn't returned to the film set?"

"She asked the crew for two days off, saying she wasn't feeling well," Xian Si replied.

Sang Yuwan frowned and said coldly, "Those who reap what they sow will not live."

Xuan Si paused for half a second, then asked, "What does Madam mean?"

Sang Yuwan pulled up a washcloth and wiped the water droplets from her face. Her fair skin became even more radiant. A sharp glint flashed in her eyes, "You don't even understand this? You've wasted the last three years of your life."

Xian Si was startled and exclaimed in fear, "Madam means to make a big fuss about this so that Miss Ming can never return to the film crew."

A cold smile appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips. "Is there anything else?"

"That's all," said Xuan Si.

Sang Yuwan removed the phone from her ear and immediately ended the call.

He threw the crumpled washcloth into the trash can.

Sang Yuwan walked out of the bedroom, through a long corridor, and into the living room.

The same black, white, and gray color scheme exudes understated luxury.

Rong Zhi was not there.

Sang Yuwan frowned in confusion.

Just as she was about to call Minglang, Rongzhi walked over in his slippers. "Dinner's ready."

Sang Yuwan said, "I'm used to Aunt Qiu's cooking, and no one else's cooking suits my taste."

Rong Zhi smiled slightly, his eyes gentle. "Perhaps there are exceptions."

Sang Yuwan's face was expressionless, and her tone was indifferent. "There are no exceptions."

Before she could react, Rong Zhi grasped her right hand. He lowered his gaze, raised an eyebrow, and said, "You'll know once you try it."

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she asked doubtfully, "You didn't call Aunt Qiu over, did you?"

Rong Zhi led her towards the restaurant, smiling faintly without saying a word.

Before they knew it, their fingers were intertwined.

Sang Yuwan felt a sudden, inexplicable flutter in her heart, her emotions rippling like waves on a calm lake.

She didn't know if this counted as attraction between a man and a woman.

Bo Xingzhi and she had dated for four years, and she had experienced moments of intense attraction. But those feelings seemed different from what she felt now.

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly clenched, reason returned, and she pulled her fingers away.

Rong Zhi's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and the smile in his eyes deepened considerably.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Sang Yuwan suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"So it really was Aunt Qiu who made it?"

Minglang came out of the kitchen with bowls and chopsticks and hurriedly explained, "Madam, Aunt Qiu is in Qinghe Garden."

Sang Yuwan was taken aback, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "You made this?"

Minglang looked at Rong Zhi behind her and smiled, "This was all made by the Second Master. I just helped wash the vegetables."

Sang Yuwan suddenly turned around, raised her eyes, and looked at Rong Zhi, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, then Rong Zhi took Sang Yuwan's hand. "Try it and see if it's an exception."

After becoming pregnant, Sang Yuwan's appetite was still quite good.

After a long day, I'm actually quite hungry.

She took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and didn't say a word.

Rong Zhi led her to the dining table, personally pulled out a chair for her, and helped her sit down by supporting her shoulders.

Three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and one soup.

Although the dishes weren't as plentiful as Aunt Qiu's, they looked quite good. Most importantly, the overflowing aroma didn't make her nauseous.

Rong Zhi sat down and served her a bowl of soup.

The pork rib and mushroom soup looks very light and refreshing.

Sang Yuwan took the spoon, scooped up half a spoonful, and took two small sips.

Surprisingly, it tasted incredibly delicious.

She couldn't resist drinking half a bowl of the broth, and then picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of pork rib, and slowly ate it.

Upon seeing this, Rong Zhi's previously uneasy heart suddenly relaxed.

Minglang looked at him, and the corners of his lips involuntarily turned up.

He could tell that Rong Zhi's feelings for Sang Yuwan were quite unusual.

Bo Xingzhi and Sang Yuwan dated for four years, but he never cooked for her, let alone made her a cup of coffee.

The only positive thing about him is that, ever since the media photographed him on a date with Sang Yuwan, he hasn't had any other scandals. He sends Sang Yuwan flowers and gifts on every holiday and anniversary.

In retrospect, everything he did was nothing but formalism.

To truly love someone is to be like Rong Zhi, who would always step forward to help Sang Yuwan whenever she was in danger.

I will silently remember her preferences and cook her favorite dishes...

As Minglang stood there in a daze, the man in black approached and lowered his voice, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Why should I leave?" Minglang was taken aback and subconsciously asked.

The man in black raised an eyebrow. "Don't get in my way."

Minglang's expression changed slightly. She glared at him irritably and whispered, "You're the one who's in the way. I'm Madam's personal bodyguard. Wherever she is, I'll be there too."

The man in black's lips twitched, and he said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "They're sleeping, you go in with them."

Minglang's heart pounded, his face flushed crimson, "You... shameless..."

The man in black smiled. "Let's go. Bodyguards are human too; they need to eat and drink."

Minglang took two deep breaths, thought for a moment, and silently followed him away.

Sang Yuwan had a pretty good appetite; she drank more than half a bowl of soup, ate a bowl of rice, and a little bit of several dishes.

Rong Zhi watched, his eyes growing increasingly gentle.

After Sang Yuwan finished eating, he handed her a tissue. His eyelids were slightly lowered, and his tone was gentle, "How was it? Was it an exception?"

Sang Yuwan wiped her mouth and turned slightly to the side. "Second Master's cooking skills are really good. You must have cooked for other women quite a bit before, right?"

"Here we go again." Rong Zhi smiled. "Besides you, no other woman has ever eaten my cooking."

Sang Yuwan's lips curled up slightly. "It seems I am honored."

Rong Zhi looked at her, a smile in his eyes that held a mysterious meaning. "It's not an honor. It's exclusive."