Ming Zhan's face darkened completely, and his anger deepened in his eyes.
The air in the office is about to freeze.
Minglang clenched his fists, bracing himself for the ensuing rage.
Unexpectedly, Mingzhan remained silent for a while, his brows furrowed, and he only said one sentence, "It's my fault for not protecting her well."
"Second Young Master?" Minglang slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with unease and panic.
Ming Zhan tilted his head slightly, making the lines of his neck appear even more fluid. His handsome features were covered with a layer of frost, and his jaw was taut. His cheeks twitched slightly.
Seeing him like this, Minglang felt a pang of sadness. He bit his lip and whispered, "Second Young Master, it was my fault. Hit me if you want."
Ming Zhan took two deep breaths, his fair and slender hand bones protruding and turning white. "I won't hit you or punish you. But starting today, if Wan'er is hurt in any way again, you're fired."
Minglang felt something stuck in his throat and could only manage a strained "Yes."
Ming Zhan turned around, his eyes deep and dark, concealing complex emotions.
Minglang followed him outside.
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Rong Zhi came out of his office and went straight to the top floor.
Due to access restrictions, only he and Sang Yuwan can log in right now.
He pushed open the door, paused briefly at the entrance, took two deep breaths, and then stepped inside.
"go out."
An angry voice came from the floor-to-ceiling window.
Rong Zhi pursed his thin lips and continued forward.
"Rong Zhi, I'm telling you to leave."
This shout was filled with even greater anger, and he named names.
Rong Zhi stopped in his tracks, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Sang Yuwan, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, slowly turned around. She was backlit, her delicate, aloof features appearing dark and unsettling.
"I told you to get out."
Rong Zhi looked at her, suppressed his emotions, and smiled slightly, "Madam is quite angry. It seems I need to go get a fire extinguisher."
Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Sang Yuwan frowned deeply, her starry eyes flashing with anger, and said, "Get out of here."
Seeing her outburst of emotion, Rong Zhi immediately suppressed his smile. "Give me five minutes." He paused, then added, "Just five minutes."
Sang Yuwan looked at him angrily, her voice laced with reproach, "Speak."
Rong Zhi stepped forward, walked to her side, and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.
Sang Yuwan's dark eyes seemed to be about to unleash a storm. She turned around, took out her phone, and pressed the timer.
Rong Zhi's lips twitched, and a hint of gentleness appeared between his brows. "Is Madam so angry because of Mingzhan?"
Sang Yuwan's lips were taut, and she remained silent.
Rong Zhi added, "If it weren't for this child, I could withdraw."
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at him. Her gaze was filled with his striking profile. Her heart suddenly raced, and the turbulent sea of her emotions began to churn.
He put it bluntly.
Even in her anger, she was very clear-headed.
Is he "confessing" his feelings to her?
Her face froze instantly, her eyes widening slightly. Shock, anger, and a hint of panic mingled within.
Rong Zhi turned his head and met her gaze.
His gaze was like a raging fire, and Sang Yuwan's heart clenched; she immediately looked away.
Rong Zhi parted his thin lips slightly, "Since you two are destined not to be together, then don't give him any hope."
Sang Yuwan's gaze sharpened slightly, her cool voice suppressing her anger, "This is between him and me."
Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow slightly, smiled, yet it seemed as if he didn't smile at all. "You still love him?"
A thunderous sound exploded in Sang Yuwan's ears, causing her chest to heave violently. After a few seconds of silence, she looked at her phone, gritting her teeth, "Time's up, get out."
Rong Zhi's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard. "You still haven't answered me."
Sang Yuwan raised her voice and angrily retorted, "Why should I answer you?"
Rong Zhi said, "Because of me..."
Buzz—
The sudden vibration of a cell phone interrupted their conversation.
Rong Zhi took out his phone and glanced at it, his expression tense. He answered the call as he walked out.
Say it again.
His deep voice betrayed his displeasure.
Sang Yuwan stood before the French windows, not turning around. She gazed out, her eyes slightly unfocused. Rong Zhi's words kept echoing in her ears.
“If I don’t have this child, I can withdraw.”
Time passed second by second, and everything around seemed to lose its color, cold and empty.
Half an hour later, she gradually calmed down.
Back in the office, Minglang immediately opened the insulated box.
Sang Yuwan knew at a glance that it was all made by Aunt Qiu.
She sat down, took a sip of warm water, and asked Minglang, "When did Second Brother leave?"
Minglang handed her chopsticks, "He left not long after you went upstairs."
Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled, and her expression darkened slightly. "You're the one who called him over, aren't you?"
Minglang's heart clenched painfully. She lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong. "Madam, I'm sorry. I just wanted the Second Young Master to come and persuade you not to work so hard."
Sang Yuwan picked up her chopsticks and took a slice of fresh bamboo shoot. She didn't scold him, but simply said, "Don't cause trouble in the future."
Minglang nodded. "Yes."
Sang Yuwan ate her meal in small bites. Perhaps because she was in a bad mood, she didn't have much of an appetite. She only ate a little less than half a bowl of rice before putting down her chopsticks.
Seeing this, Minglang couldn't help but worry, "Madam, please eat some more."
Sang Yuwan put down her chopsticks. "I'm full."
Minglang frowned. "Is it because Aunt Qiu's cooking wasn't to my liking today?"
Sang Yuwan stood up. "It's not her fault. I'm just too angry today."
Minglang dug his toes into the ground. "Madam, I'm sorry."
Sang Yuwan asked him, "What did your second brother say to you when he left?"
Minglang was stunned for a few seconds, then said uneasily, "He said if you get hurt again, I'll leave immediately."
Sang Yuwan's expression froze slightly, and she asked again, "What did Second Master say to him?"
Minglang's heart skipped a beat, her expression panicked, and her lips parted slightly, "I...I don't know..."
Seeing his expression, Sang Yuwan already guessed what was going on. "Heh."
“Madam?” Minglang looked up, his body trembling slightly.
Sang Yuwan walked towards the restroom. "Pack up, we're going to the orphanage."
"Yes," Minglang replied, hurriedly packing up the lunchbox.
Sang Yuwan washed her face, looked at herself in the mirror, her expression tense, as if a storm was brewing.
Taking a deep breath, I leaned against the glass platform and made a phone call to Mingzhan.
"Hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."
What reached my ears was a cold, mechanical female voice.
Ming Zhan's phone was switched off.
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and a faint sense of foreboding arose within her.
What exactly did Rong Zhi say to Ming Zhan today?
Could it be a child...?
Sang Yuwan's expression changed drastically, her brows furrowed more and more, and the knuckles of her fingers gripping the phone turned faintly white.
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