Rong Zhi's heart tightened, and he asked urgently, "What's wrong?"
Sang Yuwan covered her mouth, swallowed, and felt a little better in her stomach.
Rong Zhi got up and poured her a cup of hot water, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, "Disgusting?"
Sang Yuwan was already somewhat annoyed, and this only made her more irritated. A hint of red appeared at the corners of her eyes as she glared at him, "Did you poison the chicken soup?"
Rong Zhi's eyes flickered slightly. "I only added a tiny bit of ginseng. You don't like it?"
Sang Yuwan grasped the key point and frowned, "You did all of this?"
Seeing that she was alright, Rong Zhi felt much more relaxed and raised an eyebrow slightly, "Mm."
Sang Yuwan sarcastically remarked, "Second Master, you must have cooked with women quite a bit in the past, right?"
Rong Zhi's brows furrowed, and his pupils suddenly darkened. "This is the first time."
Sang Yuwan didn't believe it, tilting her head with a cold glint in her eyes, "Mingmei hasn't eaten it either?"
She was completely unaware that there was something off about her tone when she said that.
Those listening to this thought thought he was jealous.
Rong Zhi curled his lips, "She's not worthy."
Sang Yuwan chuckled lightly, "If she's not good enough for me, then I certainly can't afford it."
Rong Zhi suppressed his emotions and said in a low voice, "She can't compare to you."
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat.
Rong Zhi put the chicken soup aside, picked up the serving chopsticks, and served her some other dishes.
"If we don't eat now, the food will get cold."
Sang Yuwan calmed her breathing, stood up, and sat down opposite him.
She thought that if the two of them were far apart, the burning sensation in her body would subside.
Unexpectedly, when she looked up, she saw Rong Zhi's slightly stunned face.
Their gazes locked.
Her heart started racing again.
Sang Yuwan hurriedly lowered her head, picked up her chopsticks, and took a piece of fresh bamboo shoot.
Rong Zhi waited until she swallowed before picking up his chopsticks.
I don’t know if she was really hungry again, but apart from the chicken soup, Sang Yuwan thought everything was pretty good.
Even though she was in a bad mood, she still managed to eat a small half bowl of rice.
The meal was truly eaten in complete silence.
The Bo family's rules have always been stricter than those of the Ming family.
During the three months that Sang Yuwan lived in the old house, she tried to go back home every night.
This way you can avoid a lot of things.
Rong Zhi followed her, putting down his chopsticks, getting up, and bringing her a sterilized mouth towel. He also made her a cup of hot tea.
Seeing this, Sang Yuwan mocked him, "Second Master always has a set of methods for everything he does."
Rong Zhi's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. "Listen, it doesn't sound like a compliment."
Sang Yuwan put down the warm towel, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I'm obligated to give a gift, so I can only offer a casual compliment."
Rong Zhi wiped his hands as he replied, "Why can't I return the gift?"
"I can't cook." Sang Yuwan didn't want to continue arguing with him and stood up. "Can we talk about serious matters now?"
Rong Zhi nodded.
We entered the living room.
The room was warm, so both of them took off their coats.
They had just finished eating and didn't sit down immediately.
One person stands in front of the antique display shelf, while another has their back to the window.
Sang Yuwan, dressed in a black dress, spoke first.
“You just said that if you were in cahoots with Bo Yuheng, I would have gone to see your older brother long ago. What you mean is that he was the one who instructed Jiang Meng to attack me at the construction site.”
Rong Zhi wore a white shirt with the cuffs loosely rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, exuding a mature yet powerful aura.
"That's right."
"I knew it all along."
Sang Yuwan showed no surprise whatsoever.
"What are you planning to do?"
"It's Second Master who's injured. He can do whatever he wants with it."
Rong Zhi's brows twitched. "You've just taken the position of family head and urgently need to establish your authority. Let's start by taking action against Bo Yuheng."
Sang Yuwan's lips curved into a slight smile. "Second Master, are you helping me?"
Rong Zhi slowly walked towards her, "Don't tell me you think I'm trying to harm you."
When Sang Yuwan saw him approaching, she turned around and looked at a blue-and-white porcelain vase on the display shelf. It seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
Seeing her staring at the vase, Rong Zhi smiled and asked, "You like it?"
Sang Yuwan didn't look at him. "Is there a pair of these vases?"
Rong Zhi hesitated for a moment, smiled, and lied, "This is a solitary bottle."
Sang Yuwan assumed her memory was faulty and didn't think much of it. She turned slightly to the side. "Let's put Jiang Meng's matter aside for now. What do you think about Sixth Sister's situation?"
Rong Zhi's eyes darkened slightly, and his tone changed somewhat, "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"
Sang Yuwan's heart tightened, and she suddenly felt a cold wind whistling past her ears. Her fingers curled up slightly. "My answer might be wrong. If you and I can do such things, what's impossible for Second Brother and Sixth Sister?"
Rong Zhi's expression turned slightly cold, with a hint of turmoil in his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a low voice, "You regret having a relationship with me."
The blunt question made Sang Yuwan's heart skip a beat.
She looked at him, her eyelashes curling upwards, making her eyes appear even larger. A slight smile played on her lips, her eyes sparkling. "What's the use of regretting it now?"
A sense of loss suddenly welled up in Rong Zhi's heart. His expression darkened slightly, and he uttered two words, "Useless."
Sang Yuwan changed the subject, "Did Third Aunt give you the evidence?"
Rong Zhi nodded. "Do you want to see?"
Sang Yuwan suddenly felt a pang of panic, a dull ache in her heart, and her stomach began to churn. Forcing herself to remain calm, she moved her lips, "I'm afraid it's something unbearable to look at; I'd better not watch."
Rong Zhi hummed in agreement. "They're just some bed photos of Ming Zhan and Xing Lan. You don't have to look at them."
The volume was not high.
But it was like a thunderclap exploding above Sang Yuwan's head, her mind went blank for a moment.
Even though she was mentally prepared, Rong Zhiming's blunt statement still stirred up a storm in her heart.
Her heart clenched, as if someone had wrapped a rope around it, tightening it more and more. She was nearly suffocating. Her face was deathly pale.
Seeing that she was swaying slightly, Rong Zhi quickly helped her up and said, "Sit down and talk."
A wave of sorrow washed over Sang Yuwan. She gasped, her eyes suddenly reddening. "How could he be so despicable?"
Rong Zhi helped her to the sofa. He gently pressed her shoulder to help her sit down.
"Is he really that perfect in your eyes?"
Sang Yuwan blinked, a forced smile appearing on her lips. "When I first entered the Ming family, Mingmei locked me in a dilapidated classroom. I almost froze to death. He saved me."
Rong Zhi was about to sit down when he heard this. He paused, stood up straight, and tensed his back.
"So that's how it is..."
For some reason, Sang Yuwan suddenly confided her feelings to him.
"He told me that the only way to avoid being bullied was to become stronger and more ruthless..."
Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a chilling aura emanated from him. His chest felt heavy, and he sat down.
Sang Yuwan continued, "I lived in the Ming family for 14 years and witnessed him grow from a teenager to a young man. In my eyes, he was sunny and honest, and he would never do such a thing."
"But people are fickle." Rong Zhi's voice was extremely cold, and his gaze deepened.
Although the room was very warm, Sang Yuwan felt a bit cold and even shivered.
Seeing this, Rong Zhi quickly handed her the coat.
In his haste, he handed over his black overcoat.
Sang Yuwan was lost in her emotions and didn't realize it. She put on her clothes and wrapped them tightly around herself.
That's when I realized the sleeve was a bit too long.
Buzzing—
The sound of a cell phone vibrating came from the pocket of another coat.
Rong Zhi stood up, picked up his phone, and glanced at it. His pupils narrowed, as cold as frost in the dead of winter.
He paused for a few seconds, then said in a low voice.
"A battle is brewing. Shall we accept?"
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