After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 107 - : Sang Shen: She Threw Away His Gift, Also Wanting to Throw Him Away
Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Sang Shen: She Threw Away His Gift, Also Wanting to Throw Him Away
After Sang Qingran was taken away by his senior brother, he woke up again in the hospital, where his senior brother asked why he had such a rough time. He told him everything and asked him to investigate.
The result they got was that there were no schools that had anyone from Jiang City named Sang Qiao!
It was most likely because it was a coincidence that his senior brother worked at the hospital where Sang Qiao was staying, so he was able to find her location.
Upon hearing that Qiaoqiao had fallen ill, Sang Qingran was very worried. He wanted to see her right away, but he was told that she refused to see him.
He didn’t give up and secretly asked his senior brother to switch into a white lab coat to go to the door of Sang Qiao’s ward.
This was their first meeting after a year apart. Contrary to what he had imagined, the frail figure was nowhere to be seen; Sang Qiao sat on the bed, like a delicate Little Princess.
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And next to her was an unfamiliar man attending to her, asking, “Do you want to be discharged?”
She shook her head and refused, saying, “I want to stay in the hospital.”
The man looked puzzled, “There’s no need for you to stay in the hospital anymore. Wouldn’t it be better to go home and play?”
Sang Qiao didn’t make a sound.
At that moment, Sang Qingran felt an impulse to push the door open and ask her why she wouldn’t leave the hospital if there was nothing serious, why she had been deceiving them, and why she wouldn’t see him.
But the next second, Sang Qiao’s words were like casting him into hell.
She said, “I don’t want to go home; I don’t want to see them…”
Sang Qingran couldn’t listen anymore. He didn’t know how he had left the hospital, heart lost and spirit shattered; so they had made her hate them that much?
She’d rather hide in the hospital and pretend to be sick than go back?
No wonder she didn’t want to see him when she heard he was coming. Was she afraid he would expose her?
After that return, Sang Qingran didn’t mention this matter to anyone. He acted as if he had never sought out Sang Qiao.
“Sang Qingran? If you don’t go then don’t go. What are you daydreaming about?” Sang Shen’s voice suddenly pulled him back from his thoughts.
“Nothing,” Sang Qingran shook his head, clearing all the memories of the past from his mind.
“You were really strange just now. I called you so many times and you didn’t respond. You stood there motionless like a statue, quite frightening.”
Sang Shen squinted at him, feeling that something was off with his third brother.
“It’s nothing. Anyway, Sang Qiao doesn’t deserve our efforts, and it’s only a birthday. Don’t go. Jiaojiao is so frail from taking the knife for you. If you leave now, she would feel really let down.”
“I’ll be back soon. It won’t take long.” Sang Shen was still stubborn about going.
As the two of them were at a standoff, Mrs. Sang’s figure suddenly emerged from the hospital room.
“Shen’er, you can’t go! Jiaojiao has fainted again, and she was calling your name.”
“How can she be fainting?” Sang Qingran’s voice was urgent. He didn’t care where his second brother wanted to go; his footsteps were big and quick as he headed back to the ward.
Sang Shen’s hand clenched tightly into his palm, caught in a dilemma.
“You can go see Sang Qiao anytime, but Jiaojiao took a knife for you. Don’t break her heart.” Mrs. Sang came forward, tugging at his sleeve, pulling him back inside.
Sang Shen walked numbly back, seeing Jiaojiao’s face on the bed with no color to it.
Even less sure of what to do…
There was a moment when he even wished he had been the one to take the knife.
He leaned weakly against the wall and called Sang Siyang.
Sang Siyang was wrapping up a call, his phone in hand working on a half-finished towel, when he instinctively glanced at the time on his phone—only half an hour left until Lingling’s birthday.
“Can you put Qiaoqiao on the phone? I can’t make it…” Sang Shen looked at the wall opposite him, reflecting his haggard face, his lips parched and about to flake, and dark circles under his eyes.
But it was probably for the best; his disheveled appearance would have only nauseated Qiaoqiao anyway.
“She’s already asleep, you wouldn’t be able to see her even if you came. It’s not important,” Sang Siyang suddenly found the words he had just spoken on his behalf to Qiaoqiao ridiculous.
No wonder Qiaoqiao didn’t even bother to ask when she heard that the Second Brother would only be coming later; she probably knew all along that Second Brother would definitely not come.
“Is she even more disappointed in me now…”
“Not at all, she will actually be happier, after all, our meetings with her are only a source of joy for us, not a surprise for her.”
“Siyang, are you also… mad at me for not being able to make it?”
“No, you take good care of Jiaojiao,” Sang Siyang gripped his sore fingers tightly.
“Okay.”
Sang Shen held the already disconnected phone, staring blankly into the ward.
Until the wee hours, when Jiaojiao was completely out of danger, with Mother and Third Brother resting on the accompaniment beds next to her.
Sang Shen left the hospital alone and made his way to the gates of the Su Mansion.
The journey was long, and without navigation, he might not have even made it. Dawn was breaking as he clearly saw the gift he had sent, disposed of in the trash can at the gate.
He recognized the wrapping all too well; he had personally selected and wrapped it in the store.
Sang Shen picked up the discarded gift, slowly unwrapping it to find a cute figurine inside—a custom-made one of him and Sang Qiao, with two milky little dolls that were quite endearing.
Underneath lay an apology letter and a photo of them from before, an attempt to evoke a soft spot in her heart with those beautiful memories, even if just a little.
But these had not even been opened before being tossed into the trash.
Sang Shen’s eyes reddened, tears wetting the letter, the writing blurring into an indistinct smudge, no longer decipherable.
“Ding-dong~”
Clinging to a sliver of hope, Sang Shen reached for his phone in his pocket. As he looked at the sender, he couldn’t contain his disappointment.
[Sang Emperor, the matter you asked me to investigate, I’ve found out. The other family is poor and has recently received a large sum of money. Moreover, they weren’t invited to Miss Jiaojiao’s birthday party, yet the security didn’t stop them.]
The message from his agent also made Sang Shen’s brow furrow—a large sum of money?
Had someone instructed them to kidnap Jiaojiao again?
[Continue the investigation, we must clarify the entire situation.]
[Yes.]
Sang Shen sat outside the mansion, cradling the dirty box, until daylight.
Grandma Su was taken aback when she opened the door and saw him in such a sorry state, “What happened to you, to end up like this?”
“Is Qiaoqiao awake?” Sang Shen’s voice was hoarse, his eyelids swollen.
“Not yet, Xiao Shen, have you not slept all night?” Grandma Su felt a pang of sympathy; after all, he was her grandson.
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Sang Shen forced a smile, “I’m fine, I just want to go in and wait for her.”
“Alright, come in. I’ll clean up a room for you to rest in. Qiaoqiao usually doesn’t get up until eight o’clock, it’s still early. Look at how dark your circles are.”
“No need, I’ll just sit for a while.” Sang Shen’s refusal was adamant and firm.
Unable to persuade him, Grandma Su had no choice but to let him be.
She sighed. How had a family that was doing well come to such a state? Siyang had also sat in the living room knitting a scarf for most of last night.
As much as she ached for them, she knew better than to try to coax Qiaoqiao into forgiving them; she couldn’t bring herself to say it, nor would it make a difference.
