"unimportant."

Rong Zhi walked up to her, deliberately keeping his distance.

Sang Yuwan was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Get some rest."

Rong Zhi pursed his lips slightly. "Good night."

A low, deep sound, imbued with inexplicable emotion.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she took a step forward.

It was too late, and tomorrow would be the seventh day after Bo Xingzhi's burial, so she did not return to Qinghe Garden, but chose to stay at the Bo family's old house.

Seven days later, when she stepped into her and Bo Xingzhi's marital home again, her heart was still heavy.

She sat on the sofa and pinched her brow bone.

It has been half a month since Bo Xingzhi passed away, and she has lost a lot of weight.

Compared to physical fatigue, mental stress is more tormenting.

She couldn't help but recall Ning Wanzhen's suggestion that it was time to employ professional managers.

The Bo Group has many businesses; their fortunes are intertwined, and their losses are shared.

This person not only needs to be capable, but also needs to have good character.

Most importantly, one must have a strong sense of responsibility.

You can know a person's face but not their heart.

After Bo Xingzhi's incident, Sang Yuwan trusted everyone so much.

Buzz—

My phone vibrated.

Upon picking it up, I saw it was an Owl.

"Wanwan, are you asleep?"

"I was just about to rest. Brother, is something the matter?"

"Wanwan, I heard that Uncle Bo has been arrested?"

"Mmm." Sang Yuwan said as she walked towards the bathroom, holding her phone.

It's almost midnight, and Mingxiao still hasn't rested.

He's someone who goes to bed early and gets up early.

"Wanwan, are you alright?"

"fine."

Sang Yuwan turned on the hot water tap above the bathtub, preparing to take a bath.

The sound of rushing water reached the other end of the phone.

Mingxiao paused for a few seconds, then spoke gently, "Wanwan, if you feel too tired, please don't push yourself. Cough..."

Sang Yuwan sat on the edge of the bathtub, the steam rising around her, her eyes misty with tears. "Brother, it's getting late, you should get some rest."

"Okay." Mingxiao paused, then added, "A-Zhan is returning to China tomorrow. Are you going to pick him up?"

Sang Yuwan was taken aback, her eyes welling up with tears, and her voice became damp with emotion, "It depends on the situation."

"Okay," Mingxiao replied and hung up the phone.

Sang Yuwan slowly removed the phone from her ear, feeling as if long silver needles were piercing her temples, causing intense pain.

She was just about to put down her phone and get ready to take a shower when another call came in.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Rong Zhi.

After thinking for a few seconds, I prepared to hang up.

My fingertip accidentally touched the answer button.

"Open the door."

Those two simple words struck me like a thunderclap, making my heart pound faster.

"Second Master, did you dial the wrong number?"

"Sister-in-law, open the door."

Rong Zhi's voice was neither too loud nor too soft.

A sharp pain pierced Sang Yuwan's eardrums, and a raging storm surged within her heart. Her eyes, veiled with tears, blazed with fury.

"Rong Zhi, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Suddenly there was no sound from that end.

Sang Yuwan assumed he had hung up, got up, and prepared to take a shower.

A sudden, unexplained sharp pain shot through her stomach, forcing her to sit down again.

Perhaps due to the haste, she lost her balance and leaned back, falling into the bathtub.

Cell phones were not spared either.

"ah!"

When the unexpected happened, she couldn't help but cry out.

She bobbed around in the bathtub a few times before grabbing the edge of the tub and slowly lifting her head.

He wiped the water droplets from his face, took a deep breath, bent down, and picked up his phone that had fallen into the water.

She shook her phone and was about to turn off the tap when a tall male figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"What happened?"

Sang Yuwan was startled and almost cried out. After calming down, she raised her eyes and snapped, "Get out."

Rong Zhi walked up to her and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. "Have you had a hypoglycemic episode?"

In Sang Yuwan's eyes, ice and fire mingled, her pretty face flushed red. Her eyes and brows were filled with anger. "If you don't leave now, I'll call for help."

Rong Zhi snatched her phone and placed it on the shelf next to him. "Whatever."

Sang Yuwan's clothes were completely soaked, clinging to her body and highlighting her curves. Both angry and annoyed, she shoved him hard.

Rong Zhi swayed twice, but instead of pushing her away, he fell on top of her.

Water splashed everywhere.

Rong Zhi was wearing an overcoat over a shirt and trousers. The clothes were soaked with water, adding to their weight.

Sang Yuwan felt a little breathless under his weight, her cheeks quickly rising in temperature, as if an invisible flame was gently burning them. "Cough..."

Rong Zhi hurriedly took off his coat and threw it on the ground. Then he grabbed the edge of the bathtub with both hands and bent over slightly.

Sang Yuwan gasped for breath, feeling as if her lungs were on fire, making it difficult for her to speak.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids, his eyes reflecting her charming and shy appearance.

An inappropriate thought suddenly popped into my head.

It got out of control.

I couldn't control my emotions.

The surging tide of emotions flowed endlessly, like hot water from a tap.

In the steamy bathroom, two figures are entangled and bound together.

Until a faint fishy smell appeared in the air.

Sang Yuwan's eyes were bloodshot, and she was panting heavily. "Rong Zhi, I'll lock you in the ancestral hall tomorrow."

Rong Zhi raised his hand and smoothed the wet hair clinging to her forehead. "Do whatever you want."

Sang Yuwan raised her hand, wanting to slap him.

Rong Zhi gently grasped her wrist, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "If you touch me again, I'm going to use my legs."

The third leg.

Sang Yuwan gritted her teeth and cursed, "Rong Zhi, you are truly shameless."

Rong Zhi nibbled on her earlobe, "Is that so?"

A tingling, numbing sensation, like an electric current, rushed from Sang Yuwan's ears to her limbs and bones, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

This was the first time she and Rong Zhi had been entangled in the bathtub.

One wrong step leads to another.

Seeing that Rong Zhi was moved again, Sang Yuwan hardened her heart, hugged his strong waist, and bit him hard.

A faint smell of blood lingered between his teeth.

She slowly released her grip.

Rong Zhi frowned slightly, but a faint smile played on his lips. "Not enough?"

Sang Yuwan gritted her teeth and cursed, "Shameless."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, "To the bed?"

Sang Yuwan was so angry that her chest ached.

This man can't just be described as shameless; he's downright scoundrel.

Seeing that she remained silent, Rong Zhi got up and stepped out of the bathtub.

Sang Yuwan couldn't bear to look and quickly looked away.

Rong Zhi stopped and teased her, "It's not like you haven't seen it before."

Sang Yuwan was so angry that she didn't want to say another word to him.

Rong Zhi grabbed a bath towel, wrapped it around his waist, and walked out.

A few minutes later, Sang Yuwan climbed out of the bathtub and rinsed herself off again.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, she stepped out of the bathroom and found that Rong Zhi was still there.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes conveying an inscrutable meaning.

Sang Yuwan's face was filled with anger. "Get out."

Rong Zhi smiled and said, "How can I go out looking like this?"

Sang Yuwan pointed to the window, "Jump down."

Rong Zhi smiled. "I'm afraid of heights."

Sang Yuwan's face darkened. "Why weren't you afraid of heights last time?"

Rong Zhi sighed softly, "I'm too tired today."

Unable to bear it any longer, Sang Yuwan grabbed a cushion and threw it at him.