There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.
Sang Yuwan didn't say anything more.
At this moment, she desperately hoped that Mingzhan's answer would be a resounding yes.
That way, she would owe Rong Zhi less debt.
However, Ming Zhan's silence speaks volumes.
The call lasted longer and longer.
Sang Yuwan's heart sank to the bottom, and her fingertips slowly pressed against her palm.
Just as she was about to take the phone away from her ear, Mingzhan finally spoke on the other end of the line.
"Wan'er, I'm sorry, I lied to you."
His low, husky voice contained a sense of guilt and remorse, along with a feeling of panic.
Sang Yuwan felt a sharp pain in her eardrums and her heart clenched. "Second Brother, if it wasn't you, then who could it be?"
These words were less directed at Ming Zhan and more at herself.
Even though the answer had been confirmed, she still refused to believe it.
Ming Zhan's heavy breathing came through, "Wan'er, I don't know who that person is either."
Sang Yuwan's lips parted slightly, and she said softly, "No matter who it is, you are my best second brother."
Ming Zhan took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly, "Wan'er... thank you."
Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled, and a thin mist welled up in her eyes, making them slightly moist. "Thank me for what?"
Ming Zhan remained silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking, "Thank you for everything you've given me."
There was one more sentence that wasn't said.
"Wan'er, thank you for appearing in my world and letting me understand what love is."
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and smiled faintly, "Second brother, thank you too."
Ming Zhan chuckled softly.
Then, they hung up the phone without saying a word.
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Sang Yuwan removed the phone from her ear, and the tears welling up in her eyes condensed into droplets that lingered on her eyelashes.
Under the sunlight, rows of tiny beads, crystal clear, yet exuding a heavy bitterness.
Her relationship with Mingzhan could never go back to what it was before.
And her relationship with Rong Zhi became even less pure.
Rong Zhi is the biological father of the child in her womb, the man with whom she has an intimate relationship, and also her savior.
The relationship between the two is neither that of lovers nor husband and wife.
Sang Yuwan's thoughts were churning, and she couldn't calm down.
After get off work.
She ignored Rong Zhi's advice and insisted on returning to Qinghe Garden. But she did not let her guard down.
The Bo family's bodyguards were on guard around the perimeter, while the Ming family's bodyguards were inside the villa.
She even changed her car.
Throughout the journey, Minglang gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes sharp and unwavering.
Xiansi was also in the car, occasionally glancing through the window at the rearview mirror.
The appearance of Shen Yilin made them all feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
It's unclear whether Shen Yilin hadn't planned on it, or whether he simply hadn't noticed that Sang Yuwan had changed cars.
From the Bo Group to Qinghe Garden, everything went smoothly.
Minglang drove the car into the villa's garage, and only then did his heart finally relax. He loosened his grip, his palms covered in cold sweat.
He opened the car door and was about to get out when the doorbell suddenly rang.
Minglang's heart tightened suddenly. He turned his head and looked at Sang Yuwan in the back seat. "Madam?"
Sang Yuwan narrowed her eyes, a cold glint in them. "What's the panic?"
Minglang took a deep breath. "I'll go down and take a look."
"Mmm." Sang Yuwan pursed her thin lips and let out a low sound from her throat.
Minglang hurriedly jumped out of the car, walked to the chat box, and frowned as he glanced at it.
Standing at the entrance of the villa was a middle-aged woman in her forties, slightly plump with fair skin. Her clothes, though simple, were clearly of high quality.
Seeing that the person was unfamiliar, Minglang did not respond.
Sang Yuwan then got out of the car and walked over.
"Madam, this person has probably come to the wrong place?" Minglang lowered his voice, his eyes filled with wariness.
Ding-dong—
The middle-aged woman did not leave, but rang the doorbell again.
Minglang's phone rang.
It was called from the bodyguards.
"Assistant Ming, should we expel him?"
When the bodyguards saw that Sang Yuwan did not open the door, they found the middle-aged woman somewhat suspicious.
"Wait a moment." Minglang asked Sang Yuwan, "Madam, should we send this person away?"
Sang Yuwan looked at the woman in the frame of sight, her eyes dark and deep. "Ignore her for now."
"Yes," Minglang replied, then turned to the bodyguard and said, "Keep an eye on her, don't make a move yet."
Sang Yuwan stepped up a step, entered the password, and opened the keypad door leading into the villa.
Minglang quickly followed.
The villa was quiet.
The sound of their footsteps was rather heavy.
Aunt Qiu was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of food wafted out.
Sang Yuwan paused, then said to Minglang, "Let's have dinner downstairs today."
Minglang nodded. Then he went to the kitchen.
Sang Yuwan did not go upstairs, but sat down directly in the living room on the first floor.
She sat casually, pinching the bridge of her nose, which felt a little sore.
Minglang brought out a plate of stir-fried snow peas. "Madam, dinner is ready."
Sang Yuwan remained seated, then asked in a low voice, "Has the woman at the door left?"
Minglang put down the dish and replied, "I'm leaving. I'm going to 1308 up ahead."
Sang Yuwan's expression was indifferent, her eyes calm and undisturbed.
Minglang added, "She probably came to the wrong place."
Sang Yuwan stood up, a slight smile playing on her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "I'm afraid it's not that simple."
Minglang's mind immediately went into alert mode. "Don't worry, Madam, I'll have them keep an eye on things."
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips and remained silent.
Aunt Qiu came out carrying a tray of food. When she saw her, she bowed her head respectfully.
Sang Yuwan's expression changed, and her eyes softened considerably.
Minglang tensed up, turned around and went to the kitchen, where he made another phone call to his bodyguards.
Sang Yuwan was in a bad mood today, and despite the table full of delicious-looking dishes, she had little appetite. She only ate a small half bowl of rice and tasted about four or five dishes. She didn't touch most of the food.
Seeing this, Aunt Qiu was filled with fear and unease, thinking that there was something wrong with the dishes she had made.
Rong Zhi arranged for her to come here and instructed her to make sure Sang Yu had a good and satisfying meal that evening.
Seeing her anxious expression, Minglang quickly explained to her in sign language.
"It's not that your cooking is bad, it's just that Madam is in a bad mood today."
Aunt Qiu became even more worried.
Some things, even if they are clear, cannot be said too much.
He smiled at her and then went to the monitoring room.
The villa is surrounded by high-definition surveillance cameras. It is also equipped with an automatic alarm system.
The security measures are even more stringent than those at Rongzhi's Nanshan Villa.
Aunt Qiu stood in front of the dining table, looking at the untouched dishes, and couldn't help but sigh.
Buzz—
My phone vibrated.
Memo reminder.
She took a deep breath, took out her phone, snapped a picture of the dining table, and sent it to someone.
Sangyu went up to the third floor in the evening, sat on the sofa for a while, and then took a shower.
The sky grew completely dark.
Everything around was shrouded in darkness.
Sang Yuwan took her phone and walked into the study.
Because of her pregnancy, she reduced her time using electronic devices.
But just now, Xiansi called her and said that there is a project in Qiaocheng that urgently needs her approval.
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