After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 208: The long-held wish is about to come true, are you happy?

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: The long-held wish is about to come true, are you happy?

"Don’t use playing dumb to escape, your misfortunes clearly have nothing to do with us, yet you always take it out on your own children. You’re truly disgusting."

Sang Qingran couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. They were all the same, suffering themselves, they wouldn’t let off the one responsible for it all.

Everyone deserved to suffer together, to repent together.

Sang Nanfeng watched as his two younger brothers accused their mother, unable to utter a word. He too had gone too far. As the eldest brother, it was he who had led the ostracization of Qiaoqiao.

Why did he always have to be so arrogantly complacent? What use was his pride, would he die if he lowered his head?

Unfortunately, he came to understand all this too late, and it was all too late to change anything.

Just when the atmosphere in the room became suffocating, Sang Zheng’s figure appeared at the door, "You’re saying Sang Qiao is dying? Then is her company going to be left to us to inherit?"

The four pairs of sorrow-filled eyes suddenly glanced over.

Sang Zheng felt a bit embarrassed, suppressing the joy in his heart, he pretended to be saddened, "I’m just asking. After all, that’s Qiaoqiao’s hard work, we have to manage it well."

"How can you be so disgusting? As a father, you really are..."

Sang Qingran let out a sarcastic laugh. One could only hope for not too much sorrow from their own father, but to be so indifferent was just too much.

"Qingran, what are you talking about..." Sang Zheng’s face was struggling to maintain composure.

"President Sang, rest assured, if Qiaoqiao has not made a will, her company will be sold entirely and the proceeds donated. Not a penny will fall into your hands!"

Sang Shen’s fists were clenched white with the force of his grip.

When Sang Zheng heard this, he became anxious at once, "What are you talking about? That’s our family’s asset."

"Now you remember Qiaoqiao is a member of our family, where were you before? Let me tell you, even if we donate our money, it won’t end up in your hands. You’re not fit to be a father."

Sang Shen casually picked up a vase from nearby and smashed it forcefully at his feet.

"Crash!" The pieces of the vase shattered all over the floor.

"Ah... you unfilial son!" Sang Zheng was frightened, thinking Sang Shen wanted to hit him.

"You’d better keep your mouth shut about this or don’t blame me for being rude. My people will keep a close eye on you."

As Sang Nanfeng walked up to Sang Zheng, he looked down at the wretch, issuing a threat.

Now, all he could do for Qiaoqiao was to help keep it from grandfather.

"You! Are you revolting, I am your father!" Sang Zheng’s face turned dark with anger.

Seeing Sang Qingran also about to leave, Mrs. Sang rushed forward to grab his sleeve, crying out, "Qingran, tell me, what exactly happened to Qiaoqiao? Take me to see her, let’s take care of her."

Sang Qingran pulled away her wrist with a detached look, "Don’t worry, you will soon be able to attend her funeral, then you can get your fill, are you happy now that your wish is about to come true after all these years?"

"No, no, no... I have no such wishes, I... I just got sick, I am already taking medication, I will get better."

Mrs. Sang struggled to say these words, reaching to open the drawer to take out the bottles of medicine, pouring out almost half of them in one go, ready to take them.

She was just too sick; if she took more, she would get better, and then she could go find Qiaoqiao.

"If you don’t follow the doctor’s advice and take so much, tomorrow you will go to join Sang Qiao," Sang Qingran spat out the venomous words, but in fact, he was considering her well-being.

"I... I didn’t mean to take so much, it was my hand shaking, I accidentally poured too much. I am obediently taking medication at home; remember to tell me any news about Qiaoqiao, okay?"

Mrs. Sang obediently put back a few pills, she grabbed Qingran’s trouser leg and asked.

"Um, next time we get news, it should be to come back for the funeral," Sang Qingran said, painfully closing his eyes. He hadn’t made any amends yet, how could she leave so quickly. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

It was precisely because he himself had said the doctor that he was all too aware Qiaoqiao was probably really in trouble.

After all, if L said there was no hope for treatment, then there truly was none.

"It won’t be, it won’t be, she’ll get better, I... I," Mrs. Sang wanted to say she would find a master for help, but then she suddenly remembered the Master was a fraud, and she had no one left to turn to.

"Um, she will get better." Sang Qingran knew these words were self-deceptive, but it was only by saying so that he could feel a bit better.

Last time Sang Qiao made it back, this time she could too, right? She always managed to surprise people, didn’t she?

"When the time comes, let’s treat her well, prepare the biggest room for her. I’m saving money, I’ll buy a new villa for us to live in, and we won’t take Sang Zheng with us. I’ll take Qiaoqiao shopping for clothes, for dolls. I’ll hold her hand as we walk down the streets..." Mrs. Sang choked up as she spoke; in her head, there were only memories of Qiaoqiao as a small child.

Once or twice when Sang Zheng complained about Sang Qiao running around the house and being noisy, telling her to take Sang Qiao out, she would also be quite annoyed, so she’d walk very quickly, not caring whether the little dumpling could keep up or not, with Sang Qiao always trotting behind with her little short legs.

Nor would she be obedient and quiet; a three-year-old child not even asking to be held.

Even less likely to speak up when she wanted something, just staring straight at it with eager eyes.

The only time she wanted to be held by the hand was when she was holding Sang Siyang’s hand, at that time she was afraid Sang Siyang would get lost, but her disgust towards Sang Qiao made her selectively neglect that Sang Qiao was even younger than Siyang by two years.

"Then she better get well soon, you ought to get ready whether she wants it or not, it’s what you owe her."

"I will be ready..." Tears fell from Mrs. Sang’s voice, she was so afraid, afraid that she really would never see Qiaoqiao again.

"Um."

"Qingran, you hate me too, don’t you? I wouldn’t let you study medicine, wouldn’t give you money."

"It’s not worth discussing; you’ve not been exactly bad to me." Sang Qingran left these detached words and walked away.

"Qingran..." Mrs. Sang helplessly tried to reach out and grab hold of something, but within the distance she could reach was only air.

This room was filled with memories of her youth, she hugged her legs in fear, not knowing what to do, everything was too late...

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Sang Siyang knelt motionless in the lobby, his back straight, indifferent to people coming and going around him; things like saving face had already become irrelevant to him.

Meng Jiahe had no choice but to come down to see him. She squatted in front of Sang Siyang, "What on earth do you want?"

"Please, just tell me where Qiaoqiao has gone. I won’t disturb her; I just want to watch her from afar. I can’t... I can’t bear not even seeing her one last time."

Sang Siyang’s eyes were so red from crying that he couldn’t see the path ahead. In the past few days, he had cried more times than he had in all his life.

He couldn’t control his emotions; just the thought of never seeing Qiaoqiao’s smiling face again was...

Unbearable.

He would rather the one who had died be him, not Qiaoqiao.