Ming Zhan's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled faintly, "Second Master is joking."

Rong Zhi walked directly to Sang Yuwan and sat down next to her, adopting a domineering posture. "Young Master Ming, you're not joking."

Ming Zhan looked at Rong Zhi, and in their eye contact, he sensed a strong hostility. His expression was calm as he slowly spoke.

"Second Master, your family members are not guests, but relatives."

Mingxiao had taught him that, as the heir of the Ming family, he must remain calm no matter what happens.

Faced with Rong Zhi's provocation, he would have already lost his temper in the past. But now he restrained himself and responded calmly.

"Family?" Rong Zhi's sharp lips twitched almost imperceptibly. "Young Master Ming doesn't just consider Madam as family, does he?"

"Rong Zhi!" Sang Yuwan stood up angrily, her lowered eyes flashing with two balls of anger.

Mingzhan stood up as well. "Wan'er, don't be angry. Second Master was just joking."

Seeing this, Rong Zhi also stood up. He sneered, "Second Young Master Ming, do I look like I'm joking?"

Ming Zhan's expression changed slightly, and his hands, which were hanging by his sides, clenched up, with the veins on the back of his hands bulging. "Second Master, if there's anything you want to say, just say it directly. There's no need to be so sarcastic."

Rong Zhi's pupils contracted slightly, and his tone grew increasingly cold, "Then please put away those inappropriate thoughts and focus your heart on other women."

Sang Yuwan felt a stab to her heart, her heart pounding wildly. She frowned, turned to the side, and coldly rebuked, "Rong Zhi, get out of here."

Rong Zhi's heart clenched violently, as if a steel ball had rolled over it, cold and hard. "He's the one who should leave."

Mingzhan pressed his fingertips firmly against his palm, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Rong Zhi's every word and action speaks volumes.

He dared not imagine what kind of cataclysmic destruction it would cause if that were to happen.

Rong Zhi, who was confused by what Sang Yuwan felt, took a deep breath, his pretty face tense, and said, "None of you need to leave. I'll leave."

"Wan'er..." Mingzhan hurriedly chased after her.

Just as his hand was about to touch Sang Yuwan's arm, Rong Zhi stepped in front of him and blocked it.

Sang Yuwan was upset and walked out without saying a word.

"Second Master, what exactly did I do to offend you?" Ming Zhan's expression changed completely, and the veins on his forehead bulged violently. His tone was also filled with anger.

Rong Zhi crossed his arms, his expression cold. "Do you know whose child she's carrying?"

Upon hearing this, Ming Zhan's gaze darkened, and he felt as if his heart was about to stop beating.

He realized something.

But I couldn't believe it was real.

For a moment, his body stiffened, and his heart pounded in his throat.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyebrows slightly, a large sneer appearing on his lips, "Do you want to know?"

Ming Zhan stood there, biting the flesh inside his lip, and soon a trace of blood filled his mouth.

Rong Zhi sneered, "Second Young Master Ming, I know you agreed to take over as the heir of the Ming family for Sang Yuwan's sake. But now, you can no longer protect her."

These words were like a sharp knife stabbing into Ming Zhan's heart, causing his internal organs to shudder. Pain spread, and a chilling cold emanated from his limbs and bones.

He clenched his fingers, his knuckles turning a frightening white. "If I can't protect you, then can Second Master?"

Rong Zhi's gaze was cold and arrogant, exuding confidence. "No one but me can protect her."

Ming Zhan laughed angrily and shook his head, "You deliberately drove Wan'er away just to tell me this."

Rong Zhi released his hands, a slight smile playing on his lips. "They say that all brawn and no brains are the only ones who are strong. Young Master Ming is an exception."

“You…” Ming Zhan’s expression tightened, and his anger intensified. “Second Master, don’t be too confident.”

Rong Zhi paced back and forth. "Six years ago, I was able to escape death. Let alone now."

Ming Zhan's pupils contracted slightly, and he said sarcastically, "Good luck won't come every time."

Rong Zhi replied, "You survived not because of luck."

Ming Zhanxin's heart sank suddenly.

Rong Zhi raised his hand and patted his shoulder. "Young Master Ming, remember my words. Put away any improper thoughts, or you will bear the consequences."

Mingzhan met his gaze, neither humble nor arrogant, "Second Master, are you threatening me?"

Rong Zhi gave a cool smile. "Consider it a threat."

Ming Zhan sneered, "Second Master, I'll say the same thing to you."

Rong Zhi withdrew his hand, his thin lips parted slightly, "Then we'll wait and see."

After saying this, he strode away.

The huge office was empty except for Mingzhan.

He stood rooted to the spot, his feet seemingly glued together. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull them apart.

A strange, sweet, metallic taste rose in my throat.

He pursed his lips, swallowed hard, and forced back the taste of blood.

Rong Zhi's words echoed in his ears, one by one, like poisoned arrows piercing his heart.

My heart aches to the point of numbness.

He never imagined that the child in Sang Yuwan's belly was Rong Zhi's.

No wonder Rong Zhi harbored such hostility towards him, no wonder he dared to sit so brazenly next to Sang Yuwan...

The more Mingzhan thought about it, the more his heart ached.

He had originally thought that as long as he waited patiently, he and Sang Yuwan would one day be able to rekindle their romance.

Although they had never expressed their feelings for each other before, there was only a thin veil separating them. They knew each other's feelings.

Sang Yuwan is still so young; the Bo family can't possibly force her to remain a widow for the rest of her life.

Once the child is older, she can reconsider her personal life.

He will confess his feelings to her then.

Unexpectedly, Rong Zhi beat him to it.

Despite knowing the devastation it would cause, Rong Zhi still acted with great strength.

Ming Zhan felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat poured from every pore.

Minglang pushed open the door and saw that his face was deathly pale. He rushed over and supported him, "Second Young Master, what's wrong?"

Ming Zhan's features contorted in pain, his eyes bloodshot, and the stench of blood rising to his throat.

Minglang quickly helped him sit down on the sofa, then turned around and poured him a glass of warm water. "Second Young Master, should we call a doctor?"

Ming Zhan's lips were pressed tightly together, pale and bloodless. He shook his head, took the water glass, and drank two sips.

The rush of blood went down, making my stomach feel extremely uncomfortable.

Minglang's heart sank, and he mustered his courage to ask, "Second Young Master, what did Second Master do to you?"

Ming Zhan remained silent.

Seeing his silence, Minglang's eyes flashed with anger. "I'll go tell Madam right now."

"Alang," Mingzhan called out to him in anguish.

Minglang paused, turned around, and asked anxiously, "Second Young Master, what's wrong?"

Mingzhan put down his water glass, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "Alang, is the child in Wan'er's belly really Bo Xingzhi's?"

"Second Young Master!" Minglang was shocked. His body swayed violently, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Mingzhan's eyes were red. He turned his head to look at a pot of orchids on the shelf. He said in a low voice, "Alang, what did Dad say to you when he assigned you to Wan'er?"

Minglang's heart skipped a beat, and his voice trembled, "Master told me that I must protect Madam well."

"Did you do it?" Mingzhan asked, his eyes red.

Minglang lowered his head and tensed his back. "No."