Rong Zhi's brow furrowed slightly, and he spoke again, "Open your mouth."
Sang Yuwan's lips tightened, and a complex light flickered in her eyes. After a few seconds of silence, she slowly spoke, "I'll do it myself."
Rong Zhi remained noncommittal, his eyes filled with tenderness, "If you don't eat now, the noodles will get soggy."
Sang Yuwan could only open her mouth helplessly, her starry eyes shrouded in a barely perceptible melancholy. She chewed in small bites, making almost no sound.
When Rong Zhi noticed that there was some soup on the corner of her mouth, he quickly grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped it off for her.
His eyes seemed to hold a gentle ocean, calm and undisturbed.
Sang Yuwan occasionally met his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat, as if a soft feather had brushed against her heart, rippling with waves of emotion.
After eating only half a bowl, Sang Yuwan refused to eat any more.
Unexpectedly, Rong Zhi didn't even change his chopsticks and finished all the remaining noodles.
Sang Yuwan's gaze paused slightly before she spoke calmly, "I'll have the servants make another bowl."
Rong Zhi swallowed the noodles in his mouth and said gently, "No need. I was just looking at them with envy."
Sang Yuwan smiled faintly, but behind that smile lay untold bitterness and helplessness.
Judging from his expression, he wasn't just envious; he was probably genuinely hungry.
Who would have thought that the powerful head of the Rong family would share a bowl of noodles with her?
If word gets out, outsiders will definitely laugh at him.
The slight ripples in Sang Yuwan's heart gradually condensed into a surging tide, and a thin mist appeared at the corner of her eyes.
After finishing his meal, Rong Zhi got up and went to the small kitchen to clean up the dishes. Then, he made himself a cup of buckwheat tea and a cup of coffee.
He slowly sat down, his body unconsciously turning slightly towards her, maintaining a distance that was neither too intimate nor too distant.
Their shoulders almost touched, yet they could feel the subtle boundary between them. A faint aroma seemed to fill the air, a blend of the richness of coffee and the unique freshness of buckwheat.
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, her heartbeat faltering slightly.
She always appeared very calm and composed when interacting with others.
But when I'm with this man, sometimes my heart gets flustered.
That indescribable flutter echoed softly in her chest. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the water glass, and a faint blush rose behind her ears.
The delicate aroma of buckwheat wafted past my nose, leaving my nasal cavity slightly moist.
She took a small sip and asked in a low voice, "Where did Second Master come from?"
Rong Zhi leaned back slightly and replied gently, "Qinghe Garden."
Sang Yuwan's expression froze, and her heart skipped a beat. "Where's Minglang?"
Rong Zhi's expression remained unchanged. "He's fine."
Sang Yuwan asked again, "Is the matter resolved?"
Rong Zhi's expression turned serious. "There's still one thing that hasn't been dealt with properly."
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, her eyes darkening.
Rong Zhi picked up his coffee cup and took two sips. A faint bitterness spread through his mouth.
After a few minutes, he finally spoke, "Don't worry. I'll take care of it."
Sang Yuwan's eyes flickered slightly, like a delicate ripple suddenly spreading across a tranquil lake. It was fleeting, yet it revealed the subtle emotional turmoil within her at that moment.
She suddenly realized that, without realizing it, she was trusting this man more and more.
And those inexplicable emotions entangled her heart more and more tightly.
She dared not think any further.
Why is this happening?
Seeing that she remained silent, Rong Zhi did not speak again.
The two sat there quietly, and everything around them seemed to have lost its sound, leaving only their heavy, slow breathing, which echoed gently in the silent space.
A gentle breeze occasionally swept by the window, causing the curtains to sway softly, but it did nothing to break the frozen silence.
Sang Yuwan held the cup of buckwheat tea in her hands until the aroma faded and the tea cooled down.
She was about to take another sip when Rong Zhi immediately stopped her, saying, "It's cold, don't drink it."
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, but she gave a slight smile and said, "It's nothing."
Rong Zhi ignored her and took the water cup from her hand, then poured her a hot one.
Silence swept in again, enveloping them tightly.
The air, which had been floating, felt slightly heavier.
Sang Yuwan watched silently, her heartstrings being plucked again and again. The lake of her heart, which had just calmed down, was once again rippling with waves.
She took two deep breaths and smiled slightly. "I'm a little sleepy and want to go to sleep. Second Master, why don't you come over later?"
Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, a gentle smile in his eyes, "I'm also sleepy, how about..."
“Rong Zhi.” Sang Yuwan’s pupils contracted, and her expression changed slightly.
Rong Zhi moved closer to her and gently stroked the back of her head with his large hand. The gesture was tender and affectionate.
Sang Yuwan suddenly felt flustered and confused. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her palms, the sticky feeling making her even more uncomfortable. There seemed to be a buzzing sound in her ears, a mixture of her own rapid heartbeat and external sounds, making it hard to tell whether it was real or a hallucination.
A few minutes later.
Rong Zhi moved his lips slightly, "Sang Yuwan, let's leave here together."
His voice was very deep and somewhat hoarse, as if slowly seeping from a crack in an abyss, carrying an indescribable love and emotion, and also concealing countless unspoken words.
A simple sentence, like a thunderclap, exploded in Sang Yuwan's ears.
Her body trembled slightly, as if a chill had rushed from her feet to her head, every inch of her skin feeling an unprecedented cold. The expression on her face shifted rapidly between shock and astonishment.
She took a deep breath, then suddenly stood up, swaying slightly.
Rong Zhi quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
Sang Yuwan slightly raised her eyes, a faint red tinge appearing in them.
She stared at Rong Zhi silently for several seconds, then slowly opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but it was as if some force was tightly gripping her throat, and she could only utter a few weak, almost inaudible murmurs.
"Rong Zhi, do you know what you're saying?"
Rong Zhi's brow furrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "I am very clear about it, and I am very certain of it."
Before Sang Yuwan could speak, he added, "Wanwan, don't be afraid. No one can stop us from being together."
That single word "Wanwan" was imbued with profound emotion.
So much so that she didn't hear what Sang Yuwan said after that.
Her heart pounded like a drum, her gaze sharpened, and her lips pressed into a straight line.
Rong Zhi gently embraced her, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world. His hands, gentle yet strong, held her slender waist, his palms warm.
His eyes were full of tenderness and doting, as if they could melt the hardest ice in winter. He leaned slightly forward, his face close to her hair, and took a deep breath, enjoying her faint fragrance, which was like the gentlest breeze in spring, softly blowing through his heart.
"Wanwan, we..."
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