Xuan Si exclaimed, "Miss Ming, what are you doing?!"
Sang Yuwan and Ming Yi turned around and looked over at the same time.
Mingmei trembled all over, gripped the dagger with both hands, and stabbed at Mingzhan.
Without thinking twice, Xian Si turned around and hugged Ming Zhan.
The bodyguard who rushed over kicked Mingmei in the back.
Mingmei collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, her bloodshot eyes almost bleeding.
At this moment, she was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, on the verge of death.
"If I can't live, none of you can live either..."
A sharp dagger pierced Xiansi's lower back, sending a sharp pain through her. It was as if a chilling coldness had instantly penetrated her outer garment and pierced her skin. It was an indescribable pain, sharp and profound, as if a thousand fine needles had pierced her heart at the same time.
Blood, like a liberated stream, quickly soaked her clothes, dripping onto the cold ground. The pain instantly turned her face deathly pale, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and her lips were tightly pressed together in agony.
“Assistant Ji…” Ming Zhan was shocked, his eyes widened, and his expression was both surprised and panicked.
“Xian Si…” Sang Yuwan’s expression froze, her heart clenched with pain, and she felt nauseous.
Mingyi was stunned for a few seconds, then ran to them and immediately dialed the emergency number.
Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and walked over with heavy legs, "Xiansi..."
Xian Si's face was deathly pale. She smiled at her and said, "Madam, I'm fine..."
Before she could finish speaking, her body began to fall.
Mingzhan helped her to sit down on the ground.
An indescribable heaviness filled the air, making even breathing difficult. A cold wind swept by, and the thick stench of blood, like invisible tentacles, silently enveloped every inch of space, sending chills down one's spine.
Sang Yuwan's eyes were almost bloodshot. Her expression hardened as she stared fiercely at the barely breathing Mingmei, gritting her teeth as she said, "Mingmei, you want to die? I won't let you."
Sometimes, the torment of living a life worse than death is more painful than a quick end.
The ambulance arrived and took Xiansi and Mingmei away one after the other.
Mingzhan also went to the hospital.
Not long after they left, a light rain began to fall, and the air was filled with a damp and stuffy atmosphere.
Two hours later.
Mingzhan called Sang Yuwan.
"Wan'er, Assistant Ji's surgery is over, and the doctor said his life is out of danger for the time being."
Sang Yuwan's heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled down. She breathed a long sigh of relief and said slowly, "Just stay in the hospital. Under the guise of taking care of Xiansi, you don't need to worry about what others say."
Mingzhan was silent for a few seconds before saying in a hoarse voice, "Wan'er, you've worked hard."
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips. "Second Brother, let's skip the formalities. How about Mingmei?"
Mingzhan replied, "Her injuries aren't serious, but..."
"But what?" Sang Yuwan frowned, a hint of anger appearing on her face.
Mingzhan's voice became even hoarseer, "She took a deadly poison. The toxin has invaded her internal organs, and the doctors are helpless."
Sang Yuwan's expression froze, her heartbeat quickening and slowing.
She never imagined that Mingmei would actually take poison.
Seeing that she remained silent, Mingzhan said in a heavy tone, "This is all her own doing, and has nothing to do with anyone else."
Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened slightly, and she curled her lips coolly, "How could someone as afraid of death as Mingmei possibly think of committing suicide by poison? Moreover, she even dragged someone down with her before she died."
She paused, then added, "Second Brother, the person she wants to drag down with her is most likely me."
"Wan'er..." Ming Zhan's voice trembled.
Sang Yuwan felt as if an invisible boulder was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe. The surrounding air seemed unusually thick, and every breath felt like a desperate struggle against this oppressive feeling.
"Second brother, go ask her who's instructing her?"
Ming Zhan said, "Okay."
Sang Yuwan gave him a couple more instructions before hanging up the phone.
Around noon.
It was as if the sky had cracked open, and an endless curtain of rain poured down, shrouding the whole world in a hazy and chaotic state.
The raindrops pounded the earth, making a series of dense and powerful sounds, like the most exciting drumbeats of nature, shaking every inch of the land.
The rain pounded on the roof with a loud "pitter-patter." Then it rushed down the eaves, forming curtains of water.
The wreaths placed outside the mourning hall were soaked and scattered. The ink on the elegiac couplets was all blurred into a mess.
Most of the guests who came to pay their respects braved the rain but left in a hurry without lingering.
Sang Yuwan wore a black overcoat over her plain black clothes, and a black veil was draped over her arm.
She stood by Mingyi's side the whole time, welcoming and seeing off guests.
Although the guests felt that the Ming family had been having a really bad time lately, they didn't dare to criticize them in front of her.
By evening, the number of visitors coming to pay their respects had dwindled.
Mingyi hurriedly asked Sang Yuwan to sit down, and then instructed the servants to make her a cup of brown sugar ginger tea.
In this kind of weather, it's very easy to catch a cold.
Sang Yuwan is now pregnant and needs to be careful about everything.
Mingyi frowned when he saw that the servant had been gone for a while and still hadn't come back. He sent another servant to urge him to return.
The servants had just left when a figure in black appeared at the entrance of the mourning hall. In his right hand, he carried a beige thermos.
Mingyi assumed they were guests who had come to offer their condolences, and his body stiffened, his hands clasped together.
The visitor did not go to the altar to pay respects, but walked straight towards him and Sang Yuwan.
Mingyi's gaze sharpened, and he looked over.
"Second Master..."
Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, and she looked up.
The man striding towards them could only be Rong Zhi.
Dressed in all black, he was mysterious and aristocratic.
The thermos in his hand looked out of place.
Sang Yuwan's taut nerves were like a fully drawn bowstring, every tiny tremor seeming to vibrate in the air.
She tried to stand up, but Rong Zhi pressed down on her shoulder.
"Sit still and don't move."
His voice contained an indescribable doting affection, like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, quietly seeping into the softest part of the heart, giving silent but firm comfort and care.
Mingyi's lips twitched twice, and he silently walked to the side.
Mingzhan unscrewed the lid of the thermos, blew on it gently twice, and then handed it to Sang Yuwan.
A rich yet refreshing ginger scent gradually filled the air. Sang Yuwan looked up and met his gaze.
In that instant, a strange warmth quietly welled up in her heart, like a gentle breeze in spring, lightly brushing her flushed cheeks and taking away all her tension and unease.
She took the thermos and slowly said, "Everything has been taken care of."
Rong Zhi's gaze was deep. "Wanwan, it's all over."
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