Rong Zhi's jawline tightened suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Go down."

Sang Yuwan's emotions calmed down slightly, and she said in a cold voice, "What do you think of today's incident?"

Rong Zhi remained calm and took a step to the side.

The sunlight shone on him, casting a dark shadow.

Sang Yuwan was standing right there in the shadows.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids, his gaze dark and deep. "Shen Yilin or Rong Moyuan, who do you favor?"

Sang Yuwan gave a slight twitch of her lips. "I have no grudge against Rong Moyuan. Why would he want to get rid of me?"

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened. "Even if Rong Moyuan wanted to deal with me, he wouldn't be able to act."

Sang Yuwan smiled and said, "Second Master, tell me, what deep-seated hatred do I have for this Shen Yilin?"

Rong Zhi's expression hardened, and a chill filled his eyes, adding a touch of coldness to the shadows.

"You really want to know?"

Sang Yuwan stood in the shadows, her clear black and white eyes cold and desolate. "You know?"

Rong Zhi's brow furrowed, a complex expression flashing across his eyes. "It's probably related to your parents."

Sang Yuwan felt as if her heart had been struck by a heavy, blunt metal object. Her breathing became labored, and a chill ran down her spine. "Did my parents offend the Shen family?"

Rong Zhi stood under the sun, but felt a chill in his body, and his back tensed up inch by inch.

He didn't want her to know about the old grudges.

But it's unavoidable.

Even if he doesn't tell, one day she will find out the truth.

Rong Zhi took two deep breaths and suggested in a low voice, "Let's go downstairs and talk."

Sang Yuwan's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of her chest. She clenched her fingers, her face darkening and covered in a layer of frost.

“Say it here.”

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying a touch of coolness and crispness.

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but shudder.

Rong Zhi immediately took off his coat, stepped forward, and draped it over her shoulders. "It's windy up here, let's go down and talk slowly."

Sang Yuwan's chilly back suddenly warmed, and a faint scent of pine wafted past her nose. Her heart skipped a beat, her brows furrowed, and her voice was heavy, "If you are hiding anything, I will not let you off easily."

Rong Zhi smiled and said, "Okay."

Sang Yuwan's heartstrings trembled, and her clenched fingers suddenly loosened. Her troubled and oppressive mood inexplicably eased a little.

This man seemed to make him feel more at ease than Bo Xingzhi.

Bo Xingzhi was gentle and considerate towards her. He would always inform her of his whereabouts before going out. He would give her gifts on every meaningful day.

To outsiders, he was devoted to his love and was perfect beyond reproach.

Sang Yuwan always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Rong Zhi was different. Although he never said anything, he would always appear when she needed him most.

Some words may sound like jokes, but they actually hide a kind of inexplicable emotion.

Sang Yuwan took off her coat and handed it to Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi didn't put it back on, but just draped it over his arm.

The two of them walked down the rooftop, one after the other.

Upon arriving at the rooftop lounge, Sang Yuwan sat down on a single sofa.

Rong Zhi raised the room temperature by two degrees and poured her a glass of honey lemon water.

Sang Yuwan took the water glass, took two small sips, and felt a sweet and sour taste in her mouth.

Rong Zhi pulled out a rattan chair and sat down, without sitting too close to her.

Sang Yuwan's fingers tightened around the water glass, and her gaze darkened. "Can you tell me now?"

Rong Zhi pursed his lips, turned his head, and said in a low voice, "The recording you listened to last time actually explained everything."

Sang Yuwan felt a stab to her heart, her expression changed drastically, and her voice was icy as she asked, "You mean, the culprit behind all this is my mother?"

Rong Zhi's heartstrings tightened inch by inch, and his expression gradually became heavy. "Yes."

Sang Yuwan's breath hitched, blood rushed to her head, and her face flushed red. "You're talking nonsense."

Her voice was filled with intense anger.

Rong Zhi's breathing quickened, and his gaze towards her deepened. "Your father's surname is not Sang..."

Thud—

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved violently, and her fingers loosened, causing the water glass to fall to the ground.

A faint lemon scent lingered in the air.

A large water stain was left on the carpet.

Rong Zhi bent down and picked up the water glass. Then, he stood up, grabbed a tissue, and handed it to Sang Yuwan.

"Your father is actually the eldest son of the Shen family..."

Sang Yuwan suddenly looked up, the red in her eyes particularly striking.

Rong Zhi's heart clenched painfully, and a hint of heartache surfaced in his complex expression.

He took a deep breath and continued, "He is also Shen Yilin's father."

The thunderclaps grew louder and louder.

Sang Yuwan's ears rang, her mind went blank for a moment, and her delicate face turned deathly pale. Her eyelashes trembled incessantly, like a butterfly with broken wings.

Rong Zhi looked at her, his breathing heavy.

If Shen Yilin hadn't repeatedly caused trouble, he wouldn't have told her this secret so soon.

For the Shen family, Shen Chongzhou's affairs were a taboo subject.

The Shen family members dared not mention it.

It's even harder for outsiders to say.

Unfortunately, Shen Yilin insisted on making a big fuss about it.

He deliberately caused trouble for Sang Yuwan so that people would know.

Shen Chongzhou was a heartless man who abandoned his wife and children.

Sang Yuwan's mother, Lan Xin, is a vixen who destroys other people's families.

Rong Zhi understood that Sang Yuwan would be devastated once she found out about this. After all, in her eyes, her parents were so perfect.

Sang Yuwan shivered inexplicably, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Upon seeing this, Rong Zhi felt as if he had been severely whipped. He swallowed hard and poured himself another glass of honey lemon water.

He walked up to Sang Yuwan, half-squatted down, and said, "Have a drink of water."

Sang Yuwan met his gaze, a chill settling between her brows. There was anger, resentment, and a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

After a long silence, she looked into his deep eyes and forced out a question from her throat: "Is Shen Yilin my younger brother?"

Rong Zhi's fingers tightened around the water glass, he pursed his lips and nodded.

“No…it’s impossible…” Sang Yuwan’s emotions suddenly surged, and she grabbed the cup from Rong Zhi’s hand and smashed it heavily on the ground.

Bang--

The glass shattered into pieces in an instant, each sharp shard gleaming coldly.

A chill ran through me from the bottom of my heart, quickly spreading to my limbs and bones, making even my bones feel cold.

She clenched her fists, bit her lip, and her body continued to tremble violently.

Rong Zhi felt as if his heart was being pierced by needles. He took a deep breath, opened his arms, and hugged her tightly.

"Calm down first, I haven't finished speaking yet."

As the sun sets in the evening, her face is as white as if she has fallen into an ice cellar, her lips a terrifying pale color.

She needed a bit of warmth, so she let Rong Zhi hold her tightly.

Rong Zhi knelt on the wet carpet with one leg, holding her with one arm and gently stroking her back with the other.

“You’re older than Shen Yilin, and your mother isn’t a third party…”