After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 65 - : Is he a chivalrous good man? No.

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Is he a chivalrous good man? No.

“You!” Sang Nanfeng’s heart was filled with raging fury. He didn’t care about how much money he had lost; what really mattered to him was that his own sister was helping others to go against him!

Will we never be a family? Fine, he really thought he wouldn’t care!

Sang Nanfeng sneered, “Just look at what a mess Rose Entertainment is. Without Fu Xing, you don’t have a single decent artist. You think you can compare to Starlight Entertainment and call yourself family? I was just playing with you. Even if you were willing, I would disdain it!”

“Let’s wait and see. Let’s see if Rose Entertainment will fall as you expect without Fu Xing.”

Sang Qiao didn’t take his outburst seriously at all. Since she had decided to start a company, she was resolved not to let it languish halfway.

“Are you so smug because you think Sang Shen is so charmed by you that he wants to join your company? Let me tell you, it’s just a whim of his, and he definitely won’t join your company!”

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Enraged, Sang Nanfeng kicked over a nearby vase. With a “crash,” the vase shattered into pieces.

Hearing this, Sang Qiao didn’t even frown, showing no interest in his words.

She didn’t take seriously the heated words spoken during their family squabbles. Besides, even if Sang Shen wanted to come, she definitely wouldn’t agree.

Her gaze fell on the broken vase. Her red lips moved, “Compensate, ten million.”

“Are you crazy for money? Wanting ten million for that broken vase?”

Sang Nanfeng scoffed disdainfully. Ten million was but a trifle to him, but he didn’t want to give a single cent to Sang Qiao!

“That’s an original artwork by Ah He, it’s worth that much. If you can compensate with one exactly the same, then it’s settled.” Sang Qiao was serious, with no hint of joking.

Sang Nanfeng said through gritted teeth, “You… don’t think about blackmailing me!”

“No problem, we can settle this in court.” Sang Qiao was full of confidence. Artworks are extremely valuable, and although Ah He’s works might not seem so to outsiders,

the post-edits and craftsmanship of the vase were all from famous artists and masters, definitively worth ten million.

“Fine, Sang Qiao, you really surprised me. Fine, here’s ten million, consider it charity. I’ll have someone send the cheque later!”

Fury simmered in Sang Nanfeng’s heart, causing discomfort. He raised his leg intending to kick something else in anger but stopped short, remembering the cost and forcibly holding back.

“Fu Xing, let’s go!”

“Okay, Brother Nanfeng.”

The two, towering figures, left through the front door, one after the other.

Sang Qiao didn’t spare another glance but instructed the janitor to clean up the fragments of the vase, then she went upstairs.

Ah He had previously shown her the scale model of the company. She had a good memory and roughly knew Ah He’s office was on the ninth floor, the first room.

The office door was not closed. As soon as Sang Qiao reached the top floor, she saw a figure inside with its back to her, shoulders quivering.

Sang Qiao knocked on the door. The woman who had been leaning over the desk suddenly stood up, wiped her face with her hand, and turned around, “Sang Qiao? Why are you here?”

“I was worried about you. Are you that upset?” Sang Qiao pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.

“Especially upset. It’s not just about losing money or a bit of fame that makes me feel this way but a sense of betrayal.”

“Fu Xing had no incoming scripts and no income at his previous company because he was being oppressed, so I offended the company to fight for him,” Sang Shen said. “When he was homeless and couldn’t afford meals, I gave him money.”

“I thought we were friends, he said he would always follow me. Actually, I didn’t really care whether he would stick with me forever, but the way he left me felt like a betrayal.”

“When he left, he didn’t forget to trample on my efforts. He said the campus drama we produced for him was trash and that the song was very ordinary, claiming it only became popular because he was the singer.”

Meng Jiahe felt like a joke when she talked about these things. People only approached her because she could provide resources and support, yet she sincerely treated them well.

To put it harshly, she was just an idiot.

“It’s okay, consider it a lesson learned, and be smarter next time.” Sang Qiao reassured her patiently, showing her this was also a learning curve in her journey of running a company.

“Yeah, I know. That disgusting, trashy brother of yours even offered me ten times the price to join their company. Pfft, as if he’s worth it. If I wasn’t worried about giving him a reason to stir up trouble, I would have splashed a cup of water in his face long ago.”

The more Meng Jiahe spoke, the angrier she got, her grip tightening on the cup she was holding—to the point where, if it were made of plastic, it would have surely been crushed.

“Ah He, I know all the good you’ve done for me. I’ll spend more time at the company in the future, striving to get it up and running. Later, send a list of the company’s artists over to me. My variety show schedule isn’t so full lately, and I have time to run around for some script readings.”

Sang Qiao took a tissue from the table and gently wiped the not-yet-dry tears from Meng Jiahe’s cheeks.

Meng Jiahe obeyed quietly, letting Qiaoqiao wipe her face. Her eyes were slightly swollen, and her voice was hoarse, giving her a pitiful appearance.

But even so, she did not forget to take a document out of the drawer and push it towards Sang Qiao.

“Okay, by the way, Qiaoqiao, did you recruit this person? He submitted his resume this morning wanting to join our company. His qualifications are quite good, and he’s been on the same variety show as you.”

Sang Qiao looked at the name section and paused slightly—Lin Weichen? Couldn’t he afford the exorbitant contract breach fee at his previous company? She had been so busy shooting these past few days and had also forgotten about this because of the Fu Xing incident.

“Is his contract with the previous company completely settled?”

“Yeah, it is,” Meng Jiahe nodded slightly, somewhat confused. Lin Weichen’s resume had come clean, with no complicated issues.

“Take him in.” Sang Qiao held the document and fell into thought. Lin Weichen had not breached his contract for so long obviously because he had no money, and it was unlikely he could now suddenly produce that amount.

Could it be Meng Wangge who paid for him?

“Can your sister afford sixty million?”

“Pfft… yeah, in her dreams.” Meng Jiahe was about to drink some water but couldn’t help laughing and choking on this question.

In Sang Qiao’s mind, the two other people in the car that day emerged—the driver and Si Chenli. The driver was unlikely to meddle to that extent and probably couldn’t afford it either.

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So… was it Si Chenli?

Thinking this, Sang Qiao’s delicate eyebrows furrowed. Was he that kind of righteous person? No.

So, what was his reason for doing this? It surely couldn’t be that he had taken a liking to Lin Weichen?

Sang Qiao put down the document, stood up, and said, “I need to return to the set. Don’t overdo it these next few days. Delegate the work to others and take some rest.”

“Got it, have the driver take you,” Meng Jiahe instructed her like an old mother.

“Alright.” Sang Qiao acknowledged and walked away, her slender and straight silhouette gradually disappearing down the corridor.