Sang Yuwan felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her heart, making it hard to breathe.
"Compared to artificial insemination, natural conception has fewer risks and a higher success rate."
Sang Yuwan suddenly remembered Rong Zhi's words, and the stone in her heart grew heavier and heavier, gradually giving rise to a feeling of suffocation.
Accepting technological means is her bottom line.
She simply couldn't bring herself to seduce a man in order to get pregnant.
Sang Yuwan put down her phone, opened the car refrigerator, took out a bottle of mineral water, and took a couple of sips.
The cool sensation soothes the throat, easing the worries.
Xiansi sent a transfer record; the remitter was Shen Yilin.
Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, staring at the name for a few minutes before her lips parted slightly. "Could it be 'Shen's'?"
She immediately called Xiansi, "Have you checked any information about Shen Yilin?"
With a helpless tone, Xian Si said, "We investigated, and he is the second young master of the Shen family in Xijing. He has no connection with the 'Shen Group'."
Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she sneered, "Second Master has dealings with him?"
Strings replied, "The information I found is not available."
"I understand." Sang Yuwan hung up the phone.
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Half an hour later.
Sang Yuwan appeared at the hospital once again.
This time, she wore sunglasses and held a bunch of white snowflakes in her hands.
Minglang followed closely behind her, carrying four or five boxes of high-end health supplements, his eyes piercing.
“Madam.” When Xuan Si, who was sitting at the door of the ward, saw her, she immediately stood up.
Sang Yuwan asked coldly, "Still not awake?"
"I went in to check on him five minutes ago, but he wasn't awake," Xian Si said.
Sang Yuwan pushed open the door and went inside.
Through the dark glasses, everything in the ward was shrouded in a dark hue.
The man on the hospital bed had a thin layer of frost on his face.
Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened. She walked over and spoke in a low voice, "Second Master."
The man on the hospital bed showed no reaction.
Sang Yuwan took off her sunglasses, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, her dark eyes fixed on that sharply defined face. She called out again, "Rong Zhi."
Minglang put down his things and walked behind her.
Sang Yuwan turned her head slightly and said to him, "Go wait outside."
"Madam, you mustn't!" Minglang exclaimed in astonishment.
Sang Yuwan said, "Don't worry, he won't lay a hand on me."
Minglang asked anxiously, "Madam, have you forgotten what Jiang Meng said?"
Sang Yuwan turned around and glared at him, "You don't listen to me anymore."
Minglang's heart tightened, and he lowered his head. "Madam, I'm worried about your safety..."
"Get out," Sang Yuwan interrupted coldly.
Minglang stared at Rong Zhi for a few seconds, then took out a dagger from his coat pocket. "Madam, take this."
Sang Yuwan glanced at it, her pupils contracted, she took a deep breath, and then accepted it.
Minglang then lifted his foot.
Sang Yuwan sat down on the chair in front of the hospital bed, and with a "whoosh," the dagger was drawn.
A sharp, cold light flashed across her dark pupils.
It is the fire of anger, and the frost of indifference.
The next second, a cold dagger pressed against the man's cheek. "Rong Zhi, stop pretending."
In the cold, frosty light, the man's eyelashes trembled, and his bloodless lips parted slightly. "Madam, you have truly discerning eyes. I can't even sleep a little longer."
Sang Yuwan lowered her eyelids slightly, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.
Rong Zhi opened his eyes, his dark pupils reflecting a beautiful, radiant face. His Adam's apple bobbed rapidly as he struggled to suppress the surging blood in his chest.
Without making a sound, Sang Yuwan removed the dagger from his face and quickly sheathed it. Her gaze shifted to the Sanskrit inscription on the dagger, and she spoke in a cold voice.
"Second Master is indeed worthy of being a big star's boyfriend. Sleeping in the same bed for a long time has improved his acting skills quite a bit."
Rong Zhi gritted his teeth, sat up, and leaned against the headboard. He raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "I don't quite understand what you mean, Madam."
"Second Master, how long did you rehearse this 'bitter trick'?" Sang Yuwan's lips curled into a sarcastic smile.
Rong Zhi gazed at her with deep eyes, neither angry nor displeased, "If I wanted to harm you, why would I need to rehearse?"
Sang Yuwan's expression froze, her heart pounding as if frozen.
His gaze was open and honest, without concealment or shying away from the sharp edge.
Sang Yuwan already had the answer in her heart.
Rong Zhi's gaze fell on the dagger in her hand, noticing the Sanskrit on it. He raised an eyebrow, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Ming Zhan gave it to you?"
Sang Yuwan was taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes. Her fingers tightened, and she said resentfully, "What's it to you?"
"He thought that by giving you a dagger, you could protect yourself." Rong Zhi's gaze was cold and desolate, and a faint sneer played on his lips.
Sang Yuwan's heart sank suddenly, as if filled with cold lead. "Don't go too far."
Rong Zhi curled his lips into a half-smile, "What? Is he that perfect in your heart..."
Before she could finish speaking, Sang Yuwan picked up the bunch of white snowflakes she had brought and threw them at him heavily.
White petals were scattered on the bed sheet.
Rong Zhi's hair and face were also covered in it.
He didn't do anything, but simply turned his head to look at Sang Yuwan and said calmly, "Flower language. Provocation."
Sang Yuwan looked at him coldly, "Rong Zhi, I have already repaid your favor."
Rong Zhi was taken aback. "Why are you still here?"
Sang Yuwan laughed sarcastically, "The Bo family is full of philanderers. The second master's head is practically covered in grass, yet he still can't get enough of it."
Rong Zhi immediately understood, his brows furrowing slightly. "You helped Mingmei issue a statement?"
Sang Yuwan smiled slightly, "Second Master, we're even now."
Rong Zhi held the shattered bundle of white snowflakes in his hand and gently twirled it.
Many more petals have fallen off.
The air in the ward seemed to be gently paused by some invisible force, and everything around instantly returned to silence.
Sang Yuwan could almost hear her own heart pounding.
She didn't like the quiet atmosphere, especially when she was with this man.
"Rong Zhi..."
Are we really even?
Rong Zhi spoke, half a second too early.
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and her expression froze.
"Rong Zhi, if you're a man, just say what you want to say."
"Whether I'm a man or not, you know best."
Rong Zhi's voice was clear and pure, like fine wine, and drifted softly into Sang Yuwan's ears.
Her ears turned red, and she felt as if a thousand ants were gnawing at her heart.
The air fell silent once again.
Their heartbeats mingled together.
Rong Zhi suppressed his pain and raised an eyebrow. "Madam came here not just to visit, but also for other reasons."
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, then she curled her lips into a smile, "Shen Yilin, do you know him?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Rong Zhi's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. He gave a slight smirk. "I don't know him."
"Second Master really doesn't recognize him?" Sang Yuwan's lips curled into a cold smile.
"I really don't know him." Rong Zhi's expression was calm, as if he were not lying.
Sang Yuwan's smile froze. "What about Chen Qianjie?"
Rong Zhi's heart sank, but his face remained calm. "I know him. But we're not close."
Sang Yuwan's clear, dark eyes reflected the leaping flames, yet her gaze held an icy chill.
She stared intently at Rong Zhi's somewhat pale face and said coolly, "You're the one who beat them to the punch and snapped up 'New Language Media'?"
Rong Zhi's expression remained calm. "It wasn't me. But if Madam wants it, I can have Shen Qianjie sell it to you."
These words are tantamount to an indirect admission that he was behind the acquisition of "New Language".
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