The sudden impact caused Sang Yuwan's body to shake violently, and with a "thud," her phone slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.
Rong Zhi instinctively reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
"husband……"
Minglang, who was hurrying over, saw this scene and quickly stopped. He turned around and walked into the shadows.
The man in black, not far away, smiled slightly.
Sang Yuwan's breathing became rapid and her heart pounded; even in the darkness, her face was flushed crimson.
"Rong Zhi!!!"
She gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear that name to shreds.
Seeing that she had regained her footing, Rong Zhi slowly let go of her hand, bent down, and picked up the phone from the ground. After checking it, he found that apart from the screen protector being slightly cracked, there were no other problems.
He handed her the phone and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"I think you did it on purpose." Sang Yuwan snatched the phone away, her voice rising with anger and embarrassment.
Rong Zhi's lips curved slightly. "I'll buy you a new phone tomorrow. Or, how about you bump into me?"
"Don't go too far." Seeing his teasing tone, Sang Yuwan couldn't help but kick him.
Rong Zhi suppressed his pain and chuckled softly, "Are you over it now?"
Sang Yuwan was furious, her anger reaching its peak. Her starry eyes burned red. She withdrew her gaze and called out into the shadows, "Minglang."
“Madam.” Minglang emerged from the shadows, head bowed.
Sang Yuwan coldly ordered, "Go to the hospital."
"Yes." Minglang secretly glanced at Rong Zhi behind him and saw that his shirt was half open, and his expression froze slightly.
The Second Master summoned his wife here, indeed, for the purpose of "having a child."
The man in black waited until they left before appearing before Rong Zhi. "Second Master, shall we go back to the hospital?"
Rong Zhi glanced at him. "Did Bo Yuheng do this?"
The man in black said, "There is currently no evidence to confirm that it was him. Jiang Hanbo's wife died of a sudden heart attack. She had a history of heart disease. We'll have to wait for the autopsy report to get more details."
Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and a black aura filled the air. "This old fox. Heh."
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Sang Yu arrived at the hospital late.
Jiang Hanbo and his wife's relatives had gathered at the entrance of the morgue.
They all became excited when they saw her.
"It's this woman. She killed Han Bo, and now she's killed Mei Ling. We must arrest her and send her to prison."
“That’s right. If it weren’t for her, Han Bo wouldn’t have died, and Mei Ling would be fine. Last time, we were fooled by her, but this time we absolutely cannot let her get away with it.”
"In your twilight years, we will make you pay for your crimes in blood."
A group of people quickly surrounded Sang Yuwan.
His bright eyes narrowed, and he went into a state of alert.
Liu Changqing was so frightened that he trembled all over.
Sang Yuwan put her hands in her coat pockets, looked around, and glanced at everyone indifferently.
"Too many people will have too many opinions. You should choose one person to talk to me."
An agitated member of the crowd stepped forward and roared angrily at her, "Who wants to talk to you? Don't even think about bribing us with money."
Sang Yuwan remained calm and unhurried. "Jiang Hanbo and his wife have only two immediate family members. One is Jiang Hanbo's mother, and the other is their daughter. Both are currently hospitalized. They also have a close relative, Jiang Hanbo's younger brother, Jiang Meng. He is currently at the Nancheng Police Station. You have no right to talk to me."
Someone said aggressively, "We are all his relatives. Besides, even strangers can uphold justice for them."
Sang Yuwan glanced at her, her eyes expressionless. "Relatives who are usually completely unrelated have all come today. And some of them are not even related to me."
"What do you care about our kinship? We're just standing up for what's right, so what?"
Sang Yuwan said calmly, "Of course I have to get involved in this matter. If you weren't their relatives, I could sue you based on what you just said."
"Who are you trying to scare?"
“I’m not kidding you,” Sang Yuwan said sarcastically. “The people from Bo’s legal department will be here soon.”
"Don't waste your breath on her, just arrest her and make her apologize to Han Bo and Mei Ling."
A group of people surrounded her completely.
Minglang and Liu Changqing pushed one aside, and another stepped forward.
Some people even started to make unwanted advances in their later years.
Sang Yuwan sneered, "You attacked first, so I was acting in self-defense."
"Don't listen to her nonsense about self-defense. Grab her right now."
"She's just a woman, how could she be a match for us?"
"Try touching her." Seeing the urgency of the situation, Minglang took out a dagger from his coat pocket, unsheathed it, and a cold glint swept across everyone's eyes.
The timid one gasped and silently took a few steps back.
Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and she hurriedly stopped him, "Minglang, put it away quickly."
This group of people was arrogant and most of them had no relation to Jiang Hanbo and his wife, so it was obvious that they were acting under someone else's orders.
It's understandable that they hurt her.
If they get hurt, it will be troublesome.
She knew very well about Minglang's skills.
He was reckless and didn't know his own strength; a dagger has no eyes either.
Once things get physical, anything can happen.
If someone dies, then the nature of this matter will change.
Minglang's eyes turned red with rage, his gaze fierce as he gripped his dagger. "Let's see who dares to come up here."
"I, Jiang Tao, am not easily intimidated." A middle-aged man with a fierce face rushed up to Minglang, his eyes flashing with malice.
Just as Minglang was about to make a move, Sang Yuwan grabbed his wrist. "Put it away."
The middle-aged man's lips twitched twice, and he said arrogantly, "Didn't you say it was self-defense? Come on then."
As soon as he finished speaking, his greasy, fat hand reached for Sang Yuwan's chest.
Bang--
A metal lighter traced a graceful arc in the air before landing heavily on his forehead.
Fresh blood seeped out.
The middle-aged man clutched his forehead in pain and roared ferociously, "Who dares to hit me like that?"
"I."
The man's voice, like a deep bass cannon, sent shivers down everyone's spines.
Sang Yuwan didn't turn around, a cold smile playing on her lips.
He arrived quite quickly.
The resounding, sharp footsteps sent chills down one's spine.
The crowd that had been blocking the way quietly made way for them.
Everyone retreated to a distance of five steps from Sang Yuwan.
Except for the middle-aged man who got hit on the head with a lighter.
Seeing that the crisis had passed, Minglang prepared to put the dagger away.
The middle-aged man suddenly rushed towards him, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him towards his chest.
Minglang reacted quickly, raising his knee and thrusting his hips forward.
"Ah!" the middle-aged man cried out in pain, immediately let go, fell to the ground, and rolled over.
Sang Yuwan looked down at him condescendingly, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "That's strange, you're actually rushing to your death."
The middle-aged man was curled up in pain, unable to speak at all.
Minglang put the dagger away, preparing to return it to his coat pocket, when Sang Yuwan said coldly, "Give it to me."
“Madam, this was given to me by the second young master,” Minglang said uneasily.
Rong Zhi, who strode over, narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing this.
It turned out that it wasn't a token of love that Mingzhan had given her.
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