After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 75 - : Brother Sang: You hit my artist, you can only talk to me
Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Brother Sang: You hit my artist, you can only talk to me
“Ah, Jiaojiao, don’t cry yet, there must be some misunderstanding. How could they beg Sang Qiao to forgive them and it not affect your position as the young lady of the Sang Family? Besides, Sang Qiao promised me before that she would definitely not return, she has always been a woman of her word.”
Mrs. Sang’s voice was gentle over the phone, patiently comforting her.
When Sang Jiao heard these words, she felt even more upset. Indeed, because she was not the biological daughter, even if Mrs. Sang liked her, she would never consider her wholeheartedly.
How could Mrs. Sang understand how difficult it was for her, a person with no real power in the Sang Family?
Everyone in the Sang Family held shares of Sang Family, except for her! That old man never accepted her!
Sang Jiao knew this was a time when she still needed to endure, and she hinted at her plight in a subdued manner.
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“But my second and fourth brothers don’t care for me; they all side with Qiaoqiao. Qiaoqiao even pointed at my nose and scolded me for not being a true member of the Sang Family, telling me to go for a paternity test if I dared.”
“How could she be so unreasonable! Your second and fourth brothers are confused too! Jiaojiao, don’t worry, your oldest brother still stands by our side, and Third Brother will definitely be on your side.”
Sang Jiao felt slightly reassured upon hearing this. That’s right, even if everyone might favor Sang Qiao, Third Brother wouldn’t. Third Brother would only love her.
However, this moment wasn’t about calling Mrs. Sang for comfort.
Instead, she wanted status, that even if everyone else abandoned her, she would still thrive with money and power!
“But… I don’t have real power in the Sang Family. Grandfather never accepts me, everyone has shares except me.”
“That’s nothing; look, when it’s your birthday this year, how about I transfer my shares to you?” Mrs. Sang always indulged her, agreeing crisply.
There was still over a month until Sang Jiao’s birthday, which coincidentally was the day before Qiaoqiao’s, but she didn’t want to wait; she wanted them now.
“Mom, I don’t want shares as a birthday gift; I want something you give me personally.”
“Oh, look at you, such a big girl still acting coy. Alright then, this year mom will make a gift for you herself, and for the shares, whenever you’re free, let’s sign the documents so I can transfer them to your name.”
“That’s fine; I knew only mom loves me the most in this family.” Sang Jiao had what she wanted and a triumphant smile appeared on her face.
“Just focus on your acting, and don’t keep things to yourself. Call mom whenever there’s anything.”
“Okay.”
After hanging up the phone, Sang Jiao walked back, thinking about the shares and feeling that ten percent was too little!
But Mrs. Sang indeed only had ten percent.
The old man was extremely unfair to their family; both Sang’s parents and the four brothers each held ten percent of the shares.
Only Sang Qiao had twenty percent!
Thinking of this, Sang Jiao felt furious. The old man had no vision, giving so much shares to Sang Qiao for what?
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Tonight, there was no live-streaming for the show, so Sang Qiao went to bed early.
After Si Chenli had finished washing up, he saw a bump on the bed, the little girl only showing half a palm-sized face, facing the wall side.
She was well-behaved in her sleep, hardly ever crossing the line, and… always fell asleep before him.
The man unconsciously lightened his steps as he lay down outside of the bed, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile.
He gently wrapped his hand around her waist, his nostrils filled with her faint scent. Just as he closed his eyes intending to sleep, the bedside table’s phone rang.
“A melodious song was Sang Qiao’s phone ringtone. Si Chenli opened his eyes, about to turn off the sound.
Sang Qiao abruptly sat up and, in a daze, crawled to the end of the bed to grab her phone, “Hello.”
“Sister Qiao, Brother An Chi got into a fight with Fu Xing at the film set, and Sister Ah He’s phone isn’t reachable.”
“Did An Chi get hit?” Sang Qiao, too tired to even keep her eyes open, slightly frowned upon hearing the words from the other end.
“No, but he beat Fu Xing until he was black and blue. The injuries aren’t serious, but it might affect tomorrow’s shooting.”
“As long as he’s not hurt that’s fine. Let me know if it’s about compensation or something else; I’ll handle it. I’ll check with An Chi in a couple of days.” Sang Qiao immediately felt relieved.
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Although she hadn’t met Lu Anchi many times, she could tell he wasn’t someone driven by impulse. There must have been some reason.
But she was really sleepy now and had no desire to go out.
“Sister Qiao, I’m afraid this isn’t something that can be resolved by paying; Fu Xing won’t back down… even the president of Starlight Entertainment has arrived.”
“…Give the phone to An Chi.” Sang Qiao lazily yawned, still harboring the illusion that she could resolve everything without leaving home.
Paying a bit more was also fine, since Lu Anchi indeed beat someone, and she wanted to sleep.
“Sister Qiao, I…”
“Go on, why did you hit him?”
“He was annoying me, sorry Sister Qiao, I acted impulsively. Can the compensation be deducted from my salary?”
“…State the reason. I don’t want to hear just ‘he annoyed me.'” Sang Qiao’s elegant eyebrows furrowed.
She reached up to rub her forehead; being woken up like this felt terrible, only waking up naturally felt good.
“He called our company trash, told me to leave with him, but I didn’t want to. Then he said my role was just because I slept with you, and you slept with Director Li. I punched him in anger.”
As Lu Anchi’s words ended, Fu Xing’s voice could faintly be heard in the background.
“Lu Anchi, what nonsense are you spouting! How could I ever slander you like that, I have so much respect for Director Li!”
“Is there surveillance?” Sang Qiao pondered for a moment; indeed it was impulsive, reacting physically just because of a few words.
“No, it happened in the men’s restroom.” Lu Anchi sounded somewhat regretful on the phone.
“Give me the phone.” After the faint sounds of changing phones, another person took over.
Sang Nanfeng was extremely annoyed at her attempt to resolve this over the phone. In his view, Lu Anchi did it on purpose, perhaps even instructed by Sang Qiao.
It was simply because he was afraid Fu Xing would outshine him in this lead role and become a huge success!
“Sang Qiao, such a serious matter and you insist on handling it over the phone? Come over here in person!”
“Give the phone to Director Li. I’m not discussing this with someone of your narrow-mindedness,” Sang Qiao’s sleepiness had almost completely vanished after such a lengthy talk.
“You!” On the other end, Sang Nanfeng gritted his teeth with anger. Did she even realize her artist had assaulted his artist!
Discuss what with Director Li? Even if Director Li wanted to turn the page, he might not allow it!
He was determined to have Sang Qiao apologize and beg for his forgiveness.
“You beat up Fu Xing, my artist. What’s there to discuss with me, discussing with Director Li is pointless!”
