When Rong Zhi came out of the small kitchen, he saw that Sang Yuwan's face was rather unpleasant, and his heart tightened.
"Wanwan."
Sang Yuwan took a deep breath, gripped the bedsheet tightly, and her eyes reddened. "Rong Zhi, how did Mingmei die?"
Rong Zhi's expression froze, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke, "Poisoned."
Sang Yuwan frowned, suppressing her emotions, "What kind of poison?"
Rong Zhi replied, "Just like you, I am poisoned by the Cold Fragrance."
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's blood seemed to freeze instantly, and her pretty face tightened.
Rong Zhi's heart was pounding like a drum, but his expression remained perfectly calm. "I didn't let Minglang tell you because I was worried about you..."
“Heh.” Sang Yuwan sneered, interrupting, “You must know about the grudge between Mingmei and me. I wish she would die sooner.”
Rong Zhi felt very uncomfortable after hearing this.
He knew that although Sang Yuwan deeply resented Mingmei, she was still kind-hearted at heart.
Therefore, no matter how much Mingmei hurt her over the years, she never completely killed Mingmei.
“Wanwan. There’s a saying, ‘Those who harm others will ultimately harm themselves.’ This is her retribution,” Rong Zhi said in a low voice.
Sang Yuwan's eyebrows twitched slightly, like a gentle breeze rippling across a tranquil lake.
My heart was heavy.
Mingmei died, and she was not happy at all.
Rong Zhi tucked the blanket around her, lowered his eyelids slightly, and said gently, "It's still early, sleep a little longer."
Sang Yuwan turned her head and glanced out the window.
Five o'clock in the morning.
A faint bluish-gray hue began to appear on the horizon, as if the depths of night and the soft light of dawn were quietly intertwining. This color was neither as black as the dead of night nor as bright as the daytime.
Sang Yuwan frowned and slowly lay down.
Rong Zhi was no longer sleepy and sat quietly by the hospital bed. He waited until she fell asleep before picking up his phone to look at it.
Entertainment news reports are filled with rumors about the Ming family.
Mingxiao, Mingyu, and Mingmei died one after another.
There are all sorts of opinions.
Rong Zhi sent a message to the man in black, ordering him to remove all news about the Ming family from the internet within half an hour.
Sang Yuwan saw the news of Mingmei's death, and soon she also saw the news of Mingyu's death.
He didn't want Sang Yuwan to see it so soon.
Even the dean couldn't say for sure what would happen to Sang Yuwan after she received such a strong shock.
Rong Zhi dared not gamble.
He only hoped that things would remain the same in his later years.
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Three days later.
Sang Yuwan's condition stabilized, and Rong Zhi took her to the Nanshan Villa.
We can't go back to Qinghe Garden.
Because that villa was purchased by Sang Yuwan after she joined the Bo family.
Rong Zhi didn't know how to explain.
He took the mute cook in, and when Sang Yuwan saw her, she felt a strange sense of familiarity.
"Did she work for the Ming family before?"
Rong Zhi explained, "After you became pregnant, she took care of you the whole time."
"Oh," Sang Yuwan replied with a frown.
Rong Zhi added, "Her name is Aunt Qiu, and we can only communicate using sign language."
Sang Yuwan nodded silently.
Minglang brought some luggage from Qinghe Garden and was about to ask Rongzhi where to put it.
Sang Yuwan asked in surprise, "Didn't I live here before?"
Minglang was taken aback, and looked up at Rong Zhi. "Half a month ago, you had a fight with Second Master and moved back to the Ming family in a fit of anger."
Seeing that he was becoming more and more fluent in lying, Rong Zhi couldn't help but curl the corner of his lips.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Minglang mustered his courage and continued, "Miss Wan, you shouldn't go back to the Ming family so often in the future. Second Master is worried, and the Second Young Master and Master..."
He choked up, and his eyes suddenly reddened.
Sang Yuwan's heart trembled, as if suddenly stirred by an invisible force, bringing an indescribable bittersweet feeling. It was a faint yet deeply ingrained sensation, like a withered leaf falling unexpectedly in autumn, gently touching the softest part of her heart.
Her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears, not from sadness, but more like the sudden awakening of some forgotten emotion deep within her, carrying a touch of bitterness and inexplicable melancholy.
Rong Zhi glanced at Ming Lang and said coldly, "Put everything in the master bedroom."
"Yes," Minglang replied and hurried away.
Sang Yuwan felt extremely suffocated. She took two deep breaths, but her condition did not improve.
"Rong Zhi, I want to go for a walk."
Rong Zhi agreed without hesitation, "Okay. I'll go with you."
Sang Yuwan said, "You go ahead with your work, I'm going out for some fresh air."
Rong Zhi thought about it and agreed.
Nanshan Villa has extremely tight security.
The person who wanted to hurt Sang Yuwan is no longer here.
Rong Zhi pushed open the backyard door, straightened Sang Yuwan's cashmere shawl, and gently reminded her, "It's cold outside, don't stay too long."
Sang Yu nodded late.
Rong Zhi stood at the courtyard gate, watching her slowly walk forward. His brows furrowed slightly.
Minglang ran over again and lowered his voice, "Second Master, Assistant Ji has woken up."
Rong Zhi's pupils contracted. "Watch your mouth from now on, and don't talk nonsense anymore."
Minglang looked terrified. "Second Master, I only spoke carelessly in a moment of panic."
He paused, then asked, "Second Master, how much longer will we keep Master's matter a secret? What if Madam returns to the Ming family..."
Rong Zhi's expression tightened, and he said in a low voice, "In a few days, I will take her to the capital."
Minglang's eyes widened. "Going to Beijing? To that group and the Bo family?"
Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, and his tone was cold and sharp, "This is not your concern."
Minglang's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head. "I understand."
Rong Zhi spoke up, "Don't mention Ji Xiansi in front of Madam."
Minglang paused for half a second, then lowered his head even further. "I understand."
Rong Zhi turned and went upstairs to his study.
Minglang took a deep breath, looked up at Sang Yuwan's back, and bit his lip.
Two minutes later, he silently followed.
Even though it was very safe here, he still dared not relax for a moment.
When Mingyu assigned him to Sangyuwan, he had already given him a death sentence.
If Sang Yuwan makes any mistake, he will be severely punished.
Now that Sang Yuwan has gotten into such a big mess, the person who was supposed to punish him is nowhere to be found.
Minglang suppressed his grief and followed Sang Yuwan from a distance.
The small garden of Nanshan Villa is relatively quiet and secluded.
In addition, it was winter, and many of the flowers and plants withered.
Only a few plum trees were blooming quite well.
Plum blossoms are small, but dense and resilient, with crystal-clear petals that seem to be formed from the purest snowflakes in winter, or the brightest stars in the night sky fallen to earth.
The flowers are mostly waxy yellow, with some also having a faint pink or white tinge.
Sang Yuwan stood under the tree, leaned closer to smell the faint fragrance of flowers. It was as rich and vibrant as spring blossoms, yet it possessed a power to penetrate the cold and reach straight to the heart.
She couldn't resist breaking off a branch and examining it closely.
Suddenly I was distracted.
"Wanwan, you must grow up to be like this plum blossom, noble and resilient..."
"Uncle Ming..."
Sang Yuwan's eyes reddened, and tears glistened in the corners of her eyes.
A thought suddenly occurred to her.
I want to go back to the Ming family immediately.
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