Chapter 285 Rong Zhi is my husband

Sang Yuwan felt as if long needles had pierced both sides of her forehead, and a persistent, dense pain spread through her brain.

What did I forget?

Minglang suppressed his panic and cautiously began, "Madam, Master Bo, he..."

"Master Bo?" Sang Yuwan looked bewildered. "Bo Xingzhi?"

His bright eyes flickered, and he lowered his voice, "Yes. Madam, you and him..."

"What happened between him and me?" Sang Yuwan's lips were pressed into a straight line, her starry eyes shrouded in a thin mist, revealing a mixture of confusion and curiosity about her surroundings.

The air around her seemed to grow heavy with her confusion, and even the light and shadow seemed to flow slowly across her face.

Minglang's breathing became shallow and rapid.

At this point, he was completely certain that Sang Yuwan had lost her memory.

But she doesn't have complete amnesia.

Minglang's heart felt as if it had been ripped apart by sharp claws, and a bold and reckless idea arose in his mind.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, word by word.

"Miss Wan, he is your boss."

Sang Yuwan felt a little dizzy.

She gently touched her forehead, trying hard to recall, but she couldn't remember Bo Xingzhi at all.

“Miss Wan, it doesn’t matter if you can’t remember. He’s already dead anyway.” Minglang said in a low voice, a slight twitch at the corner of his lips.

Sang Yuwan's thoughts were like fallen leaves swept up by a gale, swirling haphazardly in her mind. She tried to grasp something, but only became more dizzy.

“Miss Wan, it’s okay if you can’t remember him, but you can’t forget Second Master.” Minglang suppressed his panic and reminded him softly.

Sang Yuwan was startled again.

Minglang continued, "Second Master is your husband."

"He's my husband?" Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's eyes widened instantly, as if two pearls of astonishment were about to pop out of their sockets.

“He used to be the second master of the Bo family, but now he has returned to the Rong family after acknowledging his ancestors.” As Minglang spoke, his tone gradually became more relaxed.

Over the past few months, he has witnessed Rong Zhi's dedication to Sang Yuwan and knows that Rong Zhi truly loves Sang Yuwan.

Therefore, he accepted Rong Zhi from the bottom of his heart.

He even hoped that Sang Yuwan would never think of any other members of the Bo family in her lifetime.

Apart from Bo Xinglan, there really isn't a single good person in the Bo family.

"Rong Zhi is my husband?" Sang Yuwan was half-believing and half-doubting.

Minglang nodded with absolute certainty, "Miss Wan, you and he both have a baby..."

Sang Yuwan's heart pounded like a drum, her mouth was half-open, but she couldn't make a sound for a moment. She could only feel a strong tremor in her chest, as if she had been hit by an invisible giant hammer.

Minglang added, "If you don't believe me, feel it. The baby is already three months old."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan lowered her head, her heart racing, and placed her hands on her lower abdomen.

A strange feeling swept over me, and my heart fluttered for no reason.

Even with amnesia, she could still feel that there was indeed a small life inside her protruding lower abdomen.

Her pupils flashed with disbelief and sudden surprise, like a boulder suddenly thrown into a calm lake, the ripples spreading rapidly and disturbing all the tranquility.

"Is this my child with Rong Zhi?"

Minglang smiled slightly. "Dr. Jiang said the baby is very healthy."

"Aunt Jiang?" Sang Yuwan's expression froze, her heart pounding.

Jiang Wu is my mother's best friend, so she can't be wrong.

"Miss Wan, now you know why I call you Madam, right?" Minglang's tense nerves still dared not relax completely.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips. "Minglang, why do you think I don't remember Rong Zhi?"

Minglang's spine tightened, and his heart leaped into his throat again. He swallowed hard and continued to explain, "The Fourth Miss harmed you, she poisoned you with the Cold Fragrance Poison, so..."

Anyway, Mingmei is already dead, so there's no way to verify anything she says now.

Moreover, she stabbed Xiansi before she died, a grave sin.

“Mingmei?” Sang Yuwan’s eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushed with anger, and her lips pressed into a straight line. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, her chest heaving violently with each deep breath, as if she were about to unleash all the anger within her.

"The Fourth Miss is really too wicked..." Minglang gritted his teeth.

Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened, and a faint red tinge appeared beneath the corners of her eyes. "This time, I will definitely not let her go."

Minglang's brow twitched, and he tightened his grip on his fingers. He hesitated, wondering whether to tell her that Mingmei was dead.

After thinking it over, I decided to keep it a secret for the time being.

He was afraid that Sang Yuwan would press him for details and upset him.

"Miss Wan, I'll go make you something to eat. You can lie down for a while."

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved slightly. "Go and call Rong Zhi in."

Minglang readily agreed, "Okay."

He hurried out of the ward, but didn't see Rong Zhi. He quickly asked the bodyguard at the door, "Where is Second Master?"

The bodyguard replied, "Second Master went to the Dean's office."

Seeing this, Minglang went to prepare food for Sang Yuwan.

At this moment, the mute cook did not come over.

He had to do it himself, making a few simple yet nutritious dishes according to Sang Yuwan's usual preferences.

When Rong Zhi came out of the dean's office, Minglang's dishes were ready.

"Second Master."

Minglang lowered his voice and called out to Rongzhi.

Rong Zhi stopped abruptly, turned his head, and glanced at him.

"Second Master, why don't you take this to Madam?" Minglang walked to his side and handed him the plate in his hand.

Rong Zhi didn't answer. "At this time, it's best not to provoke her."

Minglang paused, swallowed hard, and said, "Second Master, I...I..."

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Rong Zhi frowned and said in a harsher tone, "Speak if you have something to say."

Minglang's voice lowered even further, so that only the two of them could hear it.

"Second Master, I told Madam that you are her husband. You are already married. I also told her that your baby is three months old."

Minglang finished speaking in one breath, afraid that if he paused, he wouldn't be able to finish the rest of his sentence.

Rong Zhi's throat suddenly tightened, and even his breathing became rapid and heavy. The muscles on his face stiffened, forming a look of astonishment.

"Second Master, I wouldn't call this a lie, would I..." Minglang pursed his dry lips.

Rong Zhi's face showed no surprise, but rather a deeper somber expression.

Although Minglang's lie was well-intentioned, it was not necessarily a good thing for Sang Yuwan.

Rong Zhi had made his plans and decided to start from now on to help Sang Yuwan rediscover and accept herself.

If things become clear, Sang Yuwan will surely believe it.

After all, she is indeed pregnant now.

Seeing Rong Zhi remain silent, Minglang felt her heart leap into her throat. Her arm, holding the plate, was starting to ache.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Second Master..."

Rong Zhi's gaze darkened, and he took the plate from his hand. "From now on, ask me first before you speak."

Minglang quickly lowered his head, "I understand, Second Master."

Rong Zhi carried the tray into the ward.

In my line of sight, Sang Yuwan was leaning against the headboard, her right fist clenched, gently pounding her forehead.

"Wanwan..."