Chapter 287 Is Uncle Ming telling me to hold back again?

Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted, and a sudden, indescribable tremor surged in her heart, like a pebble accidentally thrown into a calm lake, the ripples spreading rapidly in all directions.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, the surrounding sounds gradually blurred, leaving only the sound of my own accelerating heartbeat, thumping clearly and powerfully in my chest.

"Rong Zhi, you..."

Rong Zhi looked at her quietly, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Wanwan, it's getting late, go to sleep."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and slowly closed her eyes.

Rong Zhi sat by her bedside for a long time, only getting up and leaving after she fell asleep.

Night falls.

After Rong Zhi finished washing up, he opened the cot and laid out the blankets.

He carefully tucked Sang Yuwan in, watched her quietly for a while, and then lay down on his side.

Time flows by silently.

The smell of medicine in the air gradually faded.

Rong Zhi took two deep breaths, feeling a strange mix of nervousness, anticipation, sadness, and warmth.

Perhaps, those five years that Sang Yuwan forgot were the years she least wanted to recall.

If he could, he hoped she would never remember it.

They lived out their lives quietly like this.

Four o'clock in the morning.

Sang Yuwan suddenly woke up with a start.

She tilted her head and saw Rong Zhi lying on the cot, her heartstrings tightening slightly.

The man's nose was straight and elegant, adding a touch of three-dimensionality to his face. The soft shadows cast by the lamplight further accentuated his features, revealing an indescribable noble air. His nostrils twitched slightly, each breath seemingly telling a story of life's rhythm and tranquility.

Sang Yuwan's heart clenched, her thoughts drifting like fluttering feathers, trying to grasp something, only to vanish in an instant.

She remembers nothing about them.

My heart sank little by little, as if I were immersed in an emotional vortex that was both familiar and strange.

Is this man really her husband?

"Wanwan, remember this. The only way to avoid being bullied is to become extremely strong..."

The young boy, his eyes gleaming, untied the ropes binding her.

His voice, with its unique quality that blends a child's voice with a mature male voice, possesses both the clarity and loftiness characteristic of youth, and a touch of the composure and restraint of someone about to enter adulthood.

Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly raced. A forgotten corner deep within her heart was suddenly illuminated by a beam of light, awakening dormant memories and emotions. She couldn't help but want to explore the source of this throbbing, yet she was also afraid of disturbing this delicate balance.

"So it was him..."

Sang Yuwan felt a lump in her throat, her eyes suddenly reddened, and a pool of crystal tears quickly welled up in her eyes.

The soft sobs startled the man on the other bed.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

In his line of sight, the person on the hospital bed was looking at him with teary eyes.

He quickly sat up, threw back the covers, and got out of bed. He raised his hand and gently wiped the corner of her eye. "Wanwan, what's wrong?"

Sang Yuwan's shoulders trembled slightly, each breath accompanied by a sob deep in her throat. She tried to cover her mouth with her hand to prevent that vulnerability from overflowing, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably like beads from a broken string.

"Wanwan, are you feeling unwell? I'll call the doctor right away."

After Rong Zhi finished speaking, he was about to press the emergency call button.

“I’m fine…” Sang Yuwan opened her mouth, her voice a little hoarse.

Rong Zhi's chest heaved as he bent down and helped her sit up by supporting her back.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently tucked the hair that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, looking at him with teary eyes.

Rong Zhi took her hand and smiled at her, "With me here, don't be afraid."

Sang Yuwan was silent for a few seconds, then sniffed, "Rong Zhi, I remember now..."

Rong Zhi's expression froze, an indescribable chill coursing through his body like an electric current, causing his heart to clench as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. It was a tremor originating from the depths of his soul, making his breathing involuntarily rapid and shallow.

"You've remembered everything?"

Sang Yuwan shook her head and took two deep breaths. "I remember, the time Mingmei locked me up, it was you who saved me..."

Rong Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and his brows furrowed slightly. "Wanwan, it's okay if you can't remember."

Sang Yuwan looked at him, her eyes reddening, "I always thought it was my second brother who saved me, I never expected..."

At this moment, Rong Zhi couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Ming Zhan.

Sang Yuwan remembers every little thing that happened between him and her.

Rong Zhi suppressed his emotions and forced a slight smile.

Sang Yuwan frowned and asked, "Minglang said that my amnesia was because Mingmei poisoned me with the Cold Fragrance Poison. Uncle Ming knows about this too, right?"

Rong Zhi's heart tightened, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on it, heavy and suffocating.

Sang Yuwan's memory is still stuck five years ago. She has also forgotten what happened recently.

He, who was usually so composed, was at a loss for words when faced with this question.

Seeing his silence, Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed. "Uncle Ming, are you planning to downplay this and let it go?"

Rong Zhi tried to regulate his breathing and calm the turmoil in his heart, but the feeling of being locked in his heart was like a maggot clinging to his bone, difficult to get rid of easily.

"I knew it. Uncle Ming would definitely protect her." Sang Yuwan's face was filled with anger.

Rong Zhi's gaze darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Has he been protecting Mingmei all along?"

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved slightly. "From childhood to adulthood, every time Mingmei has wronged me, Uncle Ming has always told me to bear with it."

She paused, her tone aggrieved, "I know that when you're living under someone else's roof, there's nothing you can do but endure it."

Rong Zhi felt very uncomfortable after hearing this.

"Wanwan, you don't have to put up with this anymore. This time, I won't let Mingmei get away with it."

Sang Yuwan's heart was pounding violently in her chest, and her face was flushed red.

Rong Zhi was worried that if he continued talking, he would lose control and reveal the truth about Ming Yu's death.

He got up and poured Sang Yuwan a glass of warm water. Then he turned and went to the small kitchen.

Sang Yuwan's heart was in turmoil, and she couldn't calm down.

She sensed that Rong Zhi was hiding something from her.

After sitting for a while, she opened the drawer and took out her phone.

Trending news popped up.

Rumors are circulating online that a popular movie star died from a drug overdose.

The news article was accompanied by a blurred image.

In his twilight years, his pupils contracted, and blood rushed to the top of his head.

She recognized the face immediately, even though it was blurred out.

It is bright and beautiful.

Mingmei is dead.

Sang Yuwan was shocked, and the color drained from her face instantly.

No wonder Rong Zhi didn't answer her question earlier.

It turns out that Mingmei is already dead.

Drug overdose.

Sang Yuwan's heart was pounding.

Although Mingmei was arrogant and domineering, she was also malicious.

But she would never be involved with drugs.

Such a thing would never happen to the Ming family.

The Ming family's ancestral precepts include three prohibitions. One of them is that involvement with drugs is absolutely forbidden.