Chapter 219 Sleep a little longer, I'll stay with you.

Sang Yuwan bent down to pick up the phone and hung up.

Rong Zhi took off his coat and casually draped it over the armrest of the sofa.

He glanced at the still-playing TV screen, narrowed his eyes, and asked softly, "Did you sleep on the sofa last night?"

Sang Yuwan slowly sat down, leaning against the other side of the sofa armrest, and curled her lips into a smile. "Does it matter?"

Rong Zhi sat down, a gentle smile in his eyes, "Everything about you is important."

Sang Yuwan met his deep eyes and gave a subtle, almost imperceptible, smirk.

Rong Zhi's lips curved into a smile, which was tinged with doting affection.

Whether it was because the "crisis" had temporarily subsided or because Rong Zhi was by her side, Sang Yuwan's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and her eyelids began to feel heavy.

Sleepiness crept in, and my body felt weak.

Sang Yuwan rested her elbows on the sofa armrests, propped her chin up, and squinted her eyes.

Seeing that she was sleepy, Rong Zhi immediately got up, took a thin blanket, and made a gesture to cover her with it.

Sang Yuwan was taken aback. "What are you doing?"

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly and said softly, "Sleep a little longer." Finally, he added, "I'll stay with you."

Sang Yuwan's eyelids twitched heavily, and her breath tightened slightly. "Rong Zhi?"

Rong Zhi's face was bathed in warm sunlight, and he suddenly chuckled softly, "Don't overthink it."

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and rolled her eyes at him.

Rong Zhi covered her with the thin blanket in his hand and emphasized, "Sleep peacefully."

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled, and a heavy sadness welled up in her eyes. "Don't bother me."

Rong Zhi pursed his lips, his eyes smiling, "Don't worry."

Sang Yuwan slowly closed her heavy eyelids and fell asleep leaning against the sofa armrest.

Rong Zhi waited until she was completely asleep before getting up and going to the bathroom.

For his twilight years, he took a night flight back to Jiangcheng.

He didn't go anywhere else, he came directly to Qinghe Garden.

The moment he heard Sang Yuwan's voice after dialing the number, his heart finally settled down.

This time, he didn't want to let Shen Yilin off the hook again.

After taking a shower, he put on his bathrobe and slipped on his slippers and returned to the living room.

At this moment, Sang Yuwan had lowered her elbows from the sofa armrests and nestled into the sofa. The thin blanket only covered her chest area, the rest sliding onto the carpet.

Rong Zhi slowed his pace, walked over, bent down to pick up the blanket, and gently covered her with it.

Sang Yuwan chirped twice, barely as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Rong Zhi's eyes flickered, and he held his breath.

Sang Yuwan turned over, turning to her side, and the blanket slipped off her again.

Rong Zhi pursed his thin lips and smiled helplessly. His eyes held a tenderness that contained endless love.

Knock knock—

A soft knock came at the door. Rong Zhi's expression tightened, and he hurried over to open the door.

"Second Master..."

"Unless it's something extremely urgent, we can talk about it after Madam wakes up."

Rong Zhi looked down at Minglang, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear him.

"Yes, Second Master." A hint of doubt arose in Minglang's heart, but he dared not ask anything.

Thud—

The door closed gently.

Rong Zhi turned around and returned to the living room.

He covered Sang Yuwan with the blanket again, then sat down next to her feet.

I sat there for about ten minutes.

Sang Yuwan's phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly emitted a light.

Three seconds later, it went dark.

Then it lit up again.

Rong Zhi's gaze darkened slightly as he reached out and took the phone.

WeChat notification.

Rong Zhi had no intention of peeking, and then placed his phone face down on the coffee table.

Xiansi told him that someone had hacked Sang Yuwan's phone and even attacked her company email.

He found out who the mastermind was with very little effort.

He then launched a counterattack.

He had implanted Trojans and surveillance programs into all of the other party's electronic devices.

Now, this person is still unaware and has even sent threatening text messages to Sang Yuwan.

Rong Zhi's eyes were filled with coldness, his gaze as sharp and cold as a blade.

He glanced at Sang Yuwan, saw that she was sleeping soundly, and pursed his lips slightly.

The next second, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The two slept for about two hours.

Sang Yuwan woke up first. She turned over, stretched, and relaxed her body.

It felt as if his feet were bracing against something.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she sat up abruptly.

In my line of sight, the man was wearing a white bathrobe, the collar slightly open, revealing a small patch of honey-colored skin.

He leaned back on the sofa, his profile sharply defined, his eyelashes slightly lowered, casting a faint shadow. Further down, his neck was very smooth, and his Adam's apple was quite prominent.

She watched quietly, her heart slowly rippling.

It must be said that this man not only has a great physique, but is also extremely handsome. His aloof and dignified demeanor exudes an indescribable air of refined elegance and composure.

Unbeknownst to her, Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and two blushes flashed behind her ears.

"Have you seen enough?" The man suddenly opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, her chest rose and fell slowly, and a blush crept onto her face.

By now, it was already broad daylight.

The indoor lighting was dim and soft.

Sang Yuwan quickly averted her gaze, pulled off the blanket covering her, and stood up.

Rong Zhi remained seated, his long, curled eyelashes fluttering twice.

Sang Yuwan did not respond to him and went to the bedroom alone.

After washing up, I changed into my business attire, grabbed my coat, and headed out.

Rong Zhi was nowhere to be seen in the living room.

Sang Yuwan paused for half a second, walked to the coffee table, picked up her phone, and went downstairs.

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Rong Zhi came out of Sang Yuwan's villa, put on sunglasses, and got into the black Rolls-Royce Phantom that Bo Xingzhi had driven before.

As the man in black drove, he reported, "Second Master, it has been confirmed that the woman in 1308 is Shen Yilin's mother."

Rong Zhi's expression tightened slightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "Old Master Shen is indeed no ordinary person."

The man in black turned the steering wheel and continued, "Second Master, it seems that Madam also knows this woman's true identity, but she hasn't taken any action about it."

Rong Zhi gave a slight twitch of his lips. "No action is the best counterattack."

The man in black was puzzled. "Second Master, do you mean that Madam has already begun her actions? If we intervene, won't it disrupt her plans?"

The morning sunlight was utterly devoid of warmth.

Rong Zhi's face was deep and cold. "I'm just adding fuel to the fire so she can end her operation sooner."

Upon hearing this, the man in black remained silent.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom quickly came to a stop in front of Villa 1308.

The man in black got out of the car first and said to the bodyguard at the door, "Open the door."

The bodyguard standing guard at the door was someone he had sent. He bowed his head and respectfully replied, "Yes."

The heavy, carved doors slowly slid open to both sides, and the man in black got back into the car and started it.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom drove into the villa.

Not far away, the people sent by Minglang secretly filmed this scene.

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Bo's Group.

Sang Yuwan had just sat down in the office when Minglang came in with his phone.