The cold voice pierced Rong Zhi's heart like a sharp blade.
He took two deep breaths, suppressing his emotions, and replied calmly, "There are things in this world more important than power."
Sang Yuwan raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Oh? Is that so?"
Rong Zhi stood there, looking at her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Does Madam know what it is?"
Sang Yuwan frowned. "I don't know."
Rong Zhi stepped forward, placing his hands on the edge of the desk, his deep eyes like unfathomable pools. "Does Madam want to know?"
Sang Yuwan looked into his eyes, and saw a reflection of herself in them, looking astonished and slightly flustered.
She avoided his intense gaze and pursed her lips. "Second Master is indeed very good at changing the subject."
Rong Zhi's cell phone, which was on his desk, rang. It was a number without a contact name.
Sang Yuwan glanced at it, her brow twitching slightly.
That was a bright and cheerful phone number.
She remained seated, her gaze hardening. "Mr. Rong, your girlfriend."
Rong Zhi reached out and hung up immediately.
Sang Yuwan retorted sarcastically, "You're too embarrassed to accept it in front of me?"
Rong Zhi said, "I just don't want to accept it."
The other party called again.
Before Rong Zhi could make a move, Sang Yuwan pressed the answer button for him.
A sweet, coquettish female voice came from the other end of the phone, "Second Master, are you very busy?"
Sang Yuwan's pretty face suddenly tightened, and a strange emotion welled up in her heart for no reason. Besides anger, there were other emotions as well.
Seeing this, Rong Zhi could only pick up his phone, turn his back, and press the speakerphone button. "What's up?"
His deep voice sounded as if it had been tempered with ice.
"Second Master, didn't you promise to spend today with me?" Mingmei asked in a coquettish tone.
Sang Yuwan felt a sudden wave of nausea rise in her stomach, and her face turned completely pale.
Rong Zhi frowned, his eyes flashing with icy coldness. "Did I say that?"
Mingmei's tone was somewhat aggrieved, "It seems that Second Master doesn't care about me at all, and has forgotten what he said."
Rong Zhi sneered, "Just say what you want."
Mingmei dropped the pretense and spoke in a normal tone, "Second Master, I want to blacklist Qin Zhihua."
Sang Yuwan felt a pang of anxiety.
Qin Zhihua was a rising star she was heavily promoting, and she originally planned to switch her to Mingmei.
"Reason?" Rong Zhi lowered his voice.
Sang Yuwan didn't want to listen anymore, so she got up and walked towards the door.
Rong Zhi tried to stop her, but was a few seconds too late.
As Sang Yuwan walked to the door, a bright voice reached her ears.
"I don't want Sang Yuwan to have a good time. How about that reason?"
His arrogant and sinister voice sounded like it was poisoned.
Sang Yuwan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. She gripped the doorknob and pulled hard.
There was a person standing prominently at the door.
The middle-aged man in the dark gray coat frowned slightly upon seeing her, then let out a cold laugh.
"Hello, niece-in-law."
Sang Yuwan stopped, her expression turning serious. "Second Uncle, are you here for a meeting?"
Bo Yuheng's cold eyes gleamed with a chilling light. "What, does your niece-in-law not want me to participate?"
Sang Yuwan said coldly, "Even if they didn't want to, they couldn't stop it. Who told Second Uncle to still hold 5% of Bo's shares?"
Bo Yuheng said, "So, niece-in-law, don't go too far in anything. Who knows, one day my 5% might turn into 50%."
Sang Yuwan looked at him coldly, "Second Uncle, you're getting old, you just love to dream."
“You…” Bo Yuheng choked.
Sang Yuwan added, "Dreaming and wishful thinking, in Second Uncle's eyes, mean the same thing."
Bo Yuheng's face turned ashen, and he yelled at her, "We'll see."
"Fine." Sang Yuwan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Second Uncle, please make way."
Bo Yuheng bit the flesh inside his lip, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened considerably.
The two remained locked in a stalemate.
Seeing this, Rong Zhi hung up the phone and strode to the door.
"Second Uncle, a good dog doesn't block the way."
"Rong Zhi, say it again." Bo Yuheng's anger erupted.
Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, his expression intriguing. "This is something you taught me when we were kids."
Bo Yuheng's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Rong Zhi opened both doors. "Chairman, the dog is blocking the way. Just walk around it. If it's a mad dog, that would be troublesome."
Sang Yuwan smiled slightly, the corners of her mouth curving upwards.
Bo Yuheng's blood pressure soared, and his face turned both dark and red.
Sang Yuwan passed by him, glancing at him sideways with a contemptuous expression.
Bo Yuheng was furious inside, wishing he could slap her.
Sang Yuwan gave a cold laugh and walked away.
Bo Yuheng's chest heaved violently as he vented his anger on Rong Zhi, "Rong Zhi, don't push me."
Rong Zhi's expression was cold. "Second Uncle, if you have something to say, come inside and talk. Don't let outsiders laugh at us."
He walked to the desk, sat down, leaned back in the chair, and placed his hands on the armrests.
A faint, pleasant fragrance brushed past my nose.
That was left behind by Sang Yuwan.
The chair she had just sat on seemed to have become much softer.
Bo Yuheng strode in, his voice rising in anger, "Rong Zhi, how dare you insult me? Aren't you just a dog of the Bo family? You used to obey Bo Yuanshan and Bo Xingzhi, and now you've been reduced to guarding a woman's house. Ha."
Rong Zhi sat there, but with a superior air about him.
He glared at Bo Yuheng, narrowing his eyes. "Second Uncle, I'm protecting the Bo family. And who are you, you dog, protecting?"
Bo Yuheng was stunned for a moment, his cheek muscles twitching. "I'm only doing this for myself."
"You probably don't even believe that yourself, do you?" Rong Zhi said casually.
Bo Yuheng took a deep breath. "I'm too lazy to waste words with you. I'm here today to talk business."
Rong Zhi frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't have time to talk to you right now. Go and make an appointment with my secretary."
Upon hearing this, Bo Yuheng's heart heaved violently, and his face turned ashen. "Rong Zhi, what are you putting on airs for?"
Rong Zhi said coldly, "That's how the company's articles of association are. I'm just doing my job."
Bo Yuheng angrily cursed, "What a fine way to say 'business is business'! A man and a woman alone, having an affair in the office in broad daylight..."
Bang--
The nameplate on the desk struck Bo Yuheng in the forehead, causing blood to gush out immediately.
A strong smell of blood quickly filled the air.
Rong Zhi looked at Bo Yuheng, who was wincing in pain, and chuckled, "Second Uncle, if you talk nonsense next time, it won't just be this little injury."
Bo Yuheng's face contorted in pain. "Rong Zhi, you bastard!"
Rong Zhi watched as blood continued to seep from his forehead, but still didn't call anyone in. "Second Uncle, I'm giving you a chance. Go ahead and curse. Otherwise, next time, you won't be able to say anything at all."
Bo Yuheng's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at him, his heart pounding. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and he was filled with panic and fear.
The Rong Zhi before me seemed to be a demon from hell.
A sudden gust of cold wind rushed in through the open window, moving like a ghost, carrying a biting chill and an unknown fear, making one's heart involuntarily clench.
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