Sang Yuwan's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint yet indifferent smile, a smile devoid of any warmth, like the biting wind in winter.
"Does he really think highly of me?"
Jiang Wu's heart sank, and she quickly comforted her, "Wanwan, I only have a suspicion, don't overthink it."
Sang Yuwan said, "I believe that one day, everything will come to light."
Jiang Wu nodded. "Yes."
After the two had dinner, Jiang Wu returned to her office, while Sang Yuwan took a short nap.
Everything seemed calm and peaceful.
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On the third day of Sang Yuwan's stay in the hospital, an uninvited guest arrived at her ward.
"Wanwan, what's wrong with you?"
Her gentle voice conveyed concern.
Sang Yuwan leaned against the headboard, coldly glaring at the newcomer. Her eyes were sharp as knives, and a smirk played on her lips, a silent mockery lurking beneath the cold surface.
"Mingmei, do we still need to act between us?"
Mingmei raised her eyebrows and smiled smugly, "Sister Wanwan, I genuinely care about you."
Sang Yuwan's lips were taut, and her eyes held undisguised disgust.
Mingmei wasn't annoyed. She sat down and took an apple from the fruit plate, carefully peeling it.
"Sister Wanwan, how could someone as capable as you be so easily angered by Ning Xiner?"
Sang Yuwan's eyes were as cold as ice, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. "Who told you that I was so angry with her?"
Mingmei paused slightly in her movements. "Besides Second Master, who else could it be?"
Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and she let out a low, meaningful sneer, "When did he become so gossipy?"
Mingmei continued peeling the apple, her face showing no sign of panic. "I was the one who asked him first."
"Heh." Sang Yuwan's pretty face tightened slightly. "It seems you two have a pretty good relationship."
With a bright smile and a proud, sweet expression, she said, "Of course we're in a good relationship. He's my boyfriend."
These words, like the fruit knife in her hand, pierced Sang Yuwan's heart.
She knew perfectly well that she and Rong Zhi had no future.
Seeing that she remained silent, Mingmei looked up at her, a smile playing on her lips. "Sister Wanwan, I don't think I should say these things in front of you. After all, Master Bo just passed away."
Sang Yuwan suppressed her emotions and said coldly, "You know that, so why don't you shut up?"
Mingmei looked at her with a hint of provocation, "Sister Wanwan, how come you've become so narrow-minded?"
Sang Yuwan glanced at her disdainfully, "I've always been like this. Mingmei, don't forget, I'm your boss now."
Mingmei frowned, changed her tone, and took the initiative to show weakness, "Sister Wanwan, I almost forgot. Here, have a piece of apple to calm down."
Sang Yuwan glanced at it, her tone impatient, "Is there anything else?"
Mingmei took a wet wipe and carefully cleaned the fruit knife. "Wanwan, are you really not going to Uncle's birthday banquet?"
Sang Yuwan grew increasingly annoyed and said irritably, "I'm not going."
Brightly polished the fruit knife until it gleamed, her lips twitched, "You're not afraid to go back, are you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the ward instantly froze.
Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and her tone turned cold and sharp, "Mingmei, the one who should be afraid is you."
Mingmei raised an eyebrow. "What do I have to be afraid of?"
Sang Yuwan said, "Ming Zhan is already the heir of the Ming family. You know very well what you did to him six years ago."
Mingmei gripped the fruit knife tightly, her chest heaving slightly. "Uncle has already investigated that matter. I just wanted to help him..."
"What do you want to do for me?" A cool male voice interrupted her.
Minglang was worried that Mingmei might do something bad to Sang Yuwan, so he kept the ward door open.
Mingmei was taken aback and turned to look over.
Ming Zhan, dressed in a gray overcoat, strode in, his handsome features etched with a layer of frost.
"Second Brother." Mingmei slowly stood up, holding a fruit knife.
The fruit knife gleamed coldly after I'd been wiping it for ages.
Ming Zhan was terrified. He rushed forward and grabbed Ming Mei's wrist tightly. "Let go!"
Mingmei turned pale with pain and immediately loosened her grip.
Mingzhan handed the fruit knife to Minglang, who followed him in, and scolded Mingmei sternly, "From now on, you are not allowed to see Wan'er alone."
Mingmei's chest heaved, she bit her lip, her eyes suddenly reddening, looking aggrieved. "Second brother, you thought I was going to kill someone just because I was holding a fruit knife?"
Ming Zhan retorted angrily, "How many times have you hurt Wan'er since she was a child?"
Mingmei forced out two tears, her voice trembling with sobs, "Since Sister Wanwan left the Ming family, have I done anything for her?"
Ming Zhan's face darkened. "You really didn't do anything?"
Mingmei choked up, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls.
It must be said that her acting skills are truly superb.
She can cry on cue.
Sang Yuwan was annoyed, her eyes dark and brooding. She said coldly, "If you want to cry, go outside and cry."
“You…” Mingmei blinked, sniffed, covered her mouth, and quickly walked out.
Thud—
Minglang gently closed the ward door.
Mingzhan put the fruit knife into the drawer, then pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the hospital bed.
"Wan'er, she didn't do anything to you, did she?"
Sang Yuwan glanced at the sliced apples in the crystal fruit dish. "She sliced them."
Mingzhan glanced at her twice, took two deep breaths, and said, "Next time, don't let her in."
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips. "Second brother, I am not the same person I was six years ago."
Ming Zhan's expression softened, his eyes filled with affection. "I know. But one should always be wary of others." He paused, then asked, "Wan'er, you know about what happened six years ago?"
Sang Yuwan didn't answer, but instead asked, "Second Brother, what about you?"
Ming Zhan smiled and said, "Wan'er, I know that the glass of juice six years ago was handed to you by Mingmei."
What happened six years ago is like a nightmare.
The Ming family members all kept quiet about it.
They are even more so.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the two were able to talk about this matter calmly.
Perhaps they have all gradually let go of the past.
Sang Yuwan's expression froze slightly. "The Ming family knows, right?"
Ming Zhan's smile gradually froze, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Sang Yuwan looked at him and said, "Uncle Ming clearly knows that you and I were framed, yet he still insists on kicking me out of the Ming family. Do you know why?"
Ming Zhan's blood froze, his lips turned cold, "He..."
"He did all this for you." Sang Yuwan smiled gently, her smile containing too many unspoken emotions.
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