Chapter 292 I am his husband

Rong Zhi frowned, his face solemn, like a sky covered with dark clouds.

The atmosphere around him froze because of his expression; the air seemed to stand still, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Mingzhan was terrified; his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest, each beat accompanied by intense pain and unease. His breathing became rapid and shallow.

"Rong Zhi, haven't you saved Wan'er many times? This time, you can definitely do it, right?"

Ming Zhan's voice trembled, like a cold winter wind sweeping through withered branches, carrying a hint of barely perceptible fragility and trembling.

Rong Zhi took a deep breath, his voice low and hoarse, "I'm planning to take Wanwan to the capital."

Ming Zhan was suddenly startled and clenched his fingers. "To the capital?"

He paused, his gaze darkening slightly. "No."

"I'm not discussing this with you."

Rong Zhi's cold voice, like a biting winter wind, pierced the air and struck straight to the heart. It was devoid of any warmth, cold and resolute. Every word that escaped his throat was like an ice blade slicing through the quiet night, leaving invisible cracks.

An unknown danger permeated the air, making it suffocating.

Ming Zhan's lips trembled slightly. He tried to speak several times, but found himself speechless. He could only stare helplessly at the powerful man in front of him.

Even with the Ming and Bo families combined, they are no match for the Rong family.

Even so, he still refused to let Rong Zhi take Sang Yuwan away.

Sang Yu entered the Ming family at the age of six, and Ming Yu had already treated her as his own daughter.

In his suicide note, he specifically instructed that no matter what happened, he must protect her.

The capital city is over a thousand kilometers away from Jiangcheng, and Sang Yuwan has no relatives or friends there. What should she do if something happens?

Mingzhan's mind was filled with terrifying images. The real-life cases he had seen before became vivid scenes, weaving together a huge web of fear that trapped him tightly.

I know what you're worried about.

Rong Zhi spoke slowly.

Deep and magnetic, yet enveloped in an indescribable sense of detachment, it involuntarily creates an invisible pressure, as if one were surrounded by the chill of a snow-capped mountain peak, both clear and possessing an undeniable power.

"Rong Zhi, what if I insist on not letting Wan'er leave?"

Ming Zhan's eyes widened, and he spoke in a trembling voice.

"What right do you have to stop her from leaving?" Rong Zhi's lips curled into a cold smile.

“I am his second brother.”

Ming Zhan's heart pounded wildly in his chest, each beat feeling like it was about to burst through his ribs, bringing a suffocating sensation. Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his clothes, silently telling of his inner panic and unease.

A cold glint appeared in Rong Zhi's eyes, like the first ice crystals forming on a lake on a winter morning, shimmering with a cold and sharp light.

“I am her husband.”

The deep, resonant sound was powerful and impactful.

Ming Zhan froze, his breath caught in his throat.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Rong Zhi's gaze carried an undeniable authority and a sense of distance, causing one to involuntarily feel a chill, as if bound tightly by invisible chains, unable to move.

A few minutes later, Ming Zhan's lips twitched.

Whether you are her husband or not is not for you to decide.

Rong Zhi's cold and stern face seemed to be shrouded in an invisible chill as he stared at Ming Zhan with eyes as sharp as knives.

"If it's not up to me, then who is?"