"I am flattered." Rong Zhi's tone was gentle and light, with a faint smile.
Sang Yu took a deep breath and said, "Second Master is a bit wasted on the Ministry of Justice."
Three parts serious, seven parts sarcastic.
Rong Zhi's smile deepened. "Is Madam proposing a promotion for me?"
Sang Yuwan felt unwell and couldn't break free from his embrace, so she leaned against him with her eyes slightly closed, "Are you willing?"
Rong Zhi replied without the slightest hesitation, "I would be more than happy to."
Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow over her eyes.
Perhaps she was tired, because she fell asleep after a short while.
Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips turned up, and carefully covered her with the thin blanket, tightening his arms around her.
He had thought he would miss her for the rest of his life.
Unexpectedly, fate was kind to him, and he met her again.
That night at the Grand Hotel, he could have pushed her away.
Upon learning that Bo Xingzhi had not touched her, he could no longer control himself and was willing to succumb to her.
"Second brother..."
The woman in his arms suddenly let out a very soft murmur.
Rong Zhi heard it clearly, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and his knuckles turned slightly white.
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Sang Yu woke up two hours later.
She slowly opened her eyelids, touched her forehead, and slowly sat up.
A faint aroma of food wafted past her nose, and she paused, then exclaimed, "Minglang."
"woke up."
The male voice was deep, mellow, and extremely magnetic.
Sang Yuwan's brow twitched sharply, and she looked up.
Rong Zhi, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, walked up to her carrying a bowl of fruit porridge. The sleeves of his shirt were loosely rolled up, revealing half of his forearm.
Sang Yuwan's expression froze for a moment, then she asked, "What happened?"
Rong Zhi bent down and placed the porridge on the coffee table in front of her. Then he sat down beside her and explained with a faint smile.
"I called you, but you didn't wake up. I was worried about oxygen deprivation in the car, so..."
Sang Yuwan's heart sank. Seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, she frowned and asked, "Where is this?"
Rong Zhi picked up a small white porcelain spoon and slowly stirred the steaming fruit porridge. "You've been here before."
Sang Yuwan was taken aback. "Nanshan Villa."
Rong Zhi tilted his head, his features softening slightly. "Don't worry, no one noticed."
Sang Yuwan felt a pang in her heart, stood up, and prepared to leave.
Rong Zhi immediately stood up and grabbed her arm. He pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Shall we rest here tonight?"
The room was well-heated, the air thick with warmth, creating an atmosphere of intimacy.
Sang Yuwan's nose was slightly sweaty, and her starry eyes became even clearer with anger. "Rong Zhi, do you know what you're saying?"
Ignoring everything else, Rong Zhi embraced her, his large hand gently resting on her back. The warmth of his palm seeped into Sang Yuwan's muscles and blood, slowly coursing through her body.
Her heart was in complete turmoil.
"I told you, once you have a child, we'll be even."
Sang Yuwan had no choice but to look up, his clearly defined jawline and prominent Adam's apple reflected in his angry pupils.
This man, in both his bone structure and appearance, is far superior to Bo Xingzhi. He is practically perfect.
His child must be very beautiful.
Sang Yuwan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
What I'm thinking.
She remained silent for a few seconds, then placed her hands on Rong Zhi's chest and forcefully broke free from his embrace. Her delicate brows furrowed, and she spoke in a cold voice.
Are you threatening me?
Rong Zhi reached out again, his slender fingers hooking a strand of hair behind her ear. A smile played on his lips. "Not a threat, but cooperation."
Sang Yuwan sneered, "Second Master, I don't understand. With your abilities and methods, taking everything from me would be a piece of cake. Why go through all this trouble?"
Rong Zhi put his arm around her slender waist, lowered his eyes, and whispered in her ear, "What you want, I will never take away from you."
When Sang Yuwan met his gaze, her heart inexplicably calmed down.
Even his anger subsided considerably.
"You don't need to fight for it. In the future, everything in the Bo family will belong to your son."
Rong Zhi chuckled, "Isn't he your son?"
Sang Yuwan coldly curled her lips, "Second Master, have you thought about how you plan to get along with this child in the future? His father is Bo Xingzhi."
The indoor temperature suddenly dropped.
Rong Zhi's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he said, "Who knows what will happen in the future?"
Sang Yuwan was startled.
Rong Zhi placed his hands on her shoulders and helped her sit down.
Sang Yuwan dared not stay with him any longer and got up again.
"There are paparazzi lying in wait outside," Rong Zhi said softly, pulling her aside.
"Who are you trying to scare?" Sang Yuwan frowned slightly.
Rong Zhi said seriously, "I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, check the surveillance footage."
Sang Yuwan turned to the side, her beautiful eyes slightly lifted, "You just said no one noticed, but now you're saying there are paparazzi outside. That's contradictory."
Rong Zhi smiled and said, "I have a secret passage."
Sang Yuwan paused for half a second, then gritted her teeth and said, "Send me out."
Rong Zhi's deep eyes reflected her angry face as he chuckled softly, "I'll give it to you tomorrow morning."
Sang Yuwan grabbed a cushion and threw it at him, "Rong Zhi, you're getting more and more outrageous."
Rong Zhi tossed the cushion aside and effortlessly pulled her onto his lap. His large hand gripped her slender waist, the position incredibly alluring.
"Rong Zhi!!!" Sang Yuwan's anger flared up once again.
"Don't move." Rong Zhi's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
Sang Yuwan's body suddenly stiffened.
He reacted.
Neither of them uttered a sound, but their breathing grew faster and faster.
I couldn't control my emotions.
Rong Zhi cupped the back of her head with his large hand...
The room was enchanting.
The steaming bowl of fruit porridge gradually cooled down.
Two hours later.
Sang Yuwan was exhausted; she didn't even have the strength to get out of bed, let alone leave.
She wished she could kill Rong Zhi.
This man was like a ravenous wolf, determined to devour her until not even bones remained.
"Get up and eat something."
Rong Zhi brought the porridge to the bedside, his hair still slightly damp. A large, dark blue bathrobe loosely draped over his body. The collar was slightly ajar, revealing glimpses of his honey-colored skin.
Sang Yuwan was too weak to move. She glared at him fiercely but ignored him.
Rong Zhi put down the porridge, sat down on the edge of the bed, and prepared to help her up.
"Don't touch me." Sang Yuwan realized her voice was hoarse, and angrily turned over, turning her back to him.
Rong Zhi's brow furrowed slightly. He lifted the blanket and made as if to lie down.
Sang Yuwan's heart clenched, her blood rushed to her head, and she sat up abruptly.
A sly glint flashed in Rong Zhi's eyes, disappearing in an instant.
He picked up the porcelain bowl, scooped a spoonful of fruit porridge, gently blew on it twice, and brought it to Sang Yuwan's lips.
"Your preferred flavor."
Sang Yuwan gasped for breath.
He knew everything about her, her preferences, and even everything about her.
It's impossible to say there was no ulterior motive.
Furthermore, from a very young age, she knew how to take care of herself. When she was sick, she didn't need anyone to coax her to take her medicine, nor did she need anyone to feed her.
Only twice, when he was delirious with a cold, Mingzhan fed him like this.
She dated Bo Xingzhi for four years. Every time she fell ill, he would arrange for her to stay in the best hospital room and hire the best caregivers. He would also send her the most beautiful flowers.
But he never brought her a glass of water.
Rong Zhi's actions have left her with rather complicated feelings.
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