Rong Zhi held her hand tightly, a smile unconsciously rising at the corner of his eyes. His eyes sparkled with a light that only she could understand—a sense of security and being cherished that she could feel without words.

His eyes held no impurities, only pure and unreserved doting affection, as if he were guarding the most precious treasure in the world.

Sang Yuwan met his gaze, her heartstrings trembled, and deep within her eyes, it was as if a clear spring was rippling with delicate waves, shimmering with a complex and subtle light.

She paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and spoke in a low voice, "Second Master, since you want to investigate, then go and investigate immediately."

Rong Zhi's expression was calm, his eyes gleaming with a firm yet gentle light. "I'll go now."

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and nodded.

Rong Zhi handed her the thermos, then got up and left.

After he left, Mingyi slowly walked to Sang Yuwan's side and said, "Sister Wan, I'll take care of things here. You should go and rest."

Sang Yuwan looked at Mingyu's portrait and shook her head. "I'm not tired."

Seeing that no one came in, Ming sat down.

It would be a lie to say that Sang Yuwan wasn't tired; he felt exhausted after guarding the place for two days.

She's pregnant.

Fortunately, Rong Zhi returned.

After sitting quietly for a while, Mingyi suddenly frowned and asked in confusion, "Sister Wan, President Rong just came back, why is he leaving again?"

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and replied calmly, "Something came up."

She paused, then added, "Don't ask any more questions."

Mingyi's heart tightened, and he pursed his lips.

-

Rong Zhi left the mourning hall and ordered the men in black to retrieve the Ming family's surveillance footage from the past two days.

Strangely enough, the surveillance footage for a certain period of time was completely missing.

It's obvious without even thinking that someone deliberately destroyed it.

This person was Shen Yilin's mole planted in the Ming family.

Right now, he might be somewhere, watching their every move.

"Second Master, are all the information on the Ming family's servants here?" The man in black made a move.

They checked surveillance footage and also investigated the individuals involved.

A strong general has no weak soldiers under his command.

He was personally trained by Rong Zhi.

Their methods and abilities are naturally exceptionally strong.

Rong Zhi quickly flipped through the documents. "Is the investigation complete?"

The man in black replied truthfully, "Initial investigation has revealed no suspicious individuals."

Rong Zhi frowned, his pupils darkened instantly, and a chill emanated from his body.

The man in black lowered his head and spoke again, "Second Master, could this person not be a servant of the Ming family, but a guest who has come to offer condolences?"

Rong Zhi's face was as gloomy as a sky about to be filled with dark clouds, obscuring all light.

The man in black continued, "The Ming family is considered a prominent and influential family in Jiangcheng. Many people have come to pay their respects, and the bodyguards can't keep an eye on them all..."

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, carrying a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

“This person is definitely not a guest who has come to offer condolences.” Rong Zhi said softly.

The man in black was taken aback. "Why are you so sure, Second Master?"

Rong Zhi's sharp gaze fell on the file of a servant, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Investigate this person again."

The man in black's pupils contracted, and he immediately looked over.

"Isn't this the kitchen helper?"

"Oh no..." The man in black suddenly remembered something, his heart pounding like lightning, his eyes widening, "That ginger tea for Madam was made by her. Second Master..."

"What?!" Rong Zhi's heart was suddenly struck by a bolt of lightning, stirring up a thousand waves. His blood rushed, and a thick crimson color immediately appeared in his eyes.

He rushed toward the mourning hall.

"Wanwan..."

Ming was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "President Rong, Sister Wan just fell asleep. Whatever it is, you can talk to her later."

Rong Zhi's chest heaved violently as he half-squatted down and picked up Sang Yuwan, who was resting on Ming Yi's shoulder.

Despite his large movements, Sang Yuwan was not awakened at all.

Mingyi stood up as well, "President Rong, are you seeing Sister Wan off..."

Before he could finish speaking, Rong Zhi had already left with Sang Yuwan in his arms.

Ming Yi was stunned for a few minutes, then the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. "This is the Ming family home. President Rong is so blatant. You have a lot of nerve."

He pursed his lips, looked at the portraits of Ming Yu and Ming Xiao, and said softly, "Dad, Big Brother, you've both seen it. President Rong really cared about Sister Wan. You don't have to worry about her anymore."

A moment later, a servant rushed over and said anxiously, "Fifth Young Master, something has happened."

Mingyi's heart skipped a beat, and he frowned. "What's wrong?"

The servant was slightly out of breath, his voice rising and falling, "Master Bo's men have tied up the cook in the small kitchen."

Ming Yi frowned, his tone becoming more serious, "This is the Ming family home, how dare he be so insolent? I'm going to find President Rong right now."

The servant, his chest heaving, said tremblingly, "Second Master Bo drove away with Miss Wan."

"What?!" Mingyi was so shocked he almost screamed himself hoarse.

No sooner had Rong Zhi left with Sang Yuwan than his men tied up the Ming family's servants.

What does this mean exactly?

The servant lowered his head, then mustered his courage and spoke again, "Fifth Young Master, Second Master Bo's men are taking the cook away now. What do you think..."

Mingyi's brows furrowed into a tight knot, as if a raging fire could burst forth from them. His lips were pressed tightly together, and the lines of his jaw appeared particularly resolute due to the effort he was putting into it. His breathing became rapid and heavy, each exhale like a more violent storm gathering in his chest.

"Let's go. Let's see who dares to take the Ming family members away."

The servant took a deep breath and led him to the small kitchen.

Two bodyguards were stationed inside the mourning hall.

As Ming stepped into the small kitchen, the bound cook struggled violently. A rag was stuffed in her mouth, her cheeks bulged slightly from the struggle, and her eyes were wide open with pain and fear.

What are you doing?

Mingyi angrily questioned the man in black.

The man in black remained calm. "Young Master Ming, I'm taking this person with me."

"Ah...ah..." The air in the cook's mouth seemed to thin, and each breath became extremely difficult. Her nostrils flared slightly from her rapid breathing, but even so, it could not alleviate the fear of suffocation.

"She's a member of the Ming family, what right do you have to take her away?" Ming Yi seemed to transform into an enraged lion, surrounded by an inviolable aura of majesty and danger.

The man in black calmly replied, "This is the order from the Second Master and his wife. If you want to know the reason, go and ask them yourself."

Mingyi's face was flushed from bloodshot veins, and clear veins bulged on his forehead. "I don't believe they would give such an order."

The man in black grabbed the cook's arm and said coldly, "If you don't believe me, you can call them."

Ming's anger intensified upon seeing his arrogance.

He stretched out his hands to stop them. "The head of the Ming family is now my second brother. Without his orders, you cannot take anyone away."

The man in black frowned, his heart sinking suddenly.

If Rong Zhi hadn't repeatedly instructed that nothing should be revealed to anyone before the matter was fully investigated, he would have taken the person away long ago.

Seeing his silence, Ming clenched his fists and said, "Let her go."