After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 200: Sang Jiao’s Instigation and Provocation

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Sang Jiao’s Instigation and Provocation

Sang Qiao held her phone, lost in thought. She was already beyond the age of looking forward to her family’s affections, and she cared even less now.

Mr. Sang Senior’s apology did not bring her any comfort; instead, it only made her feel uneasy.

She had no idea when the phone call had ended amidst Mr. Sang Senior’s repeated apologies.

Looking at the disconnected call, Sang Qiao first removed Sang Shen from the blacklist, then drafted a text message following her grandfather’s words and sent it to Sang Shen.

"Be sure to eat well, sleep on time, and take care of yourself."

In the hospital

When Sang Shen woke up, he saw his grandfather and Third Brother sitting beside him. He hadn’t even had the chance to speak.

Mr. Sang Senior spoke first, sighing heavily, "Check your phone."

"Take good care of yourself. It’s not just about asking Sang Qiao to forgive you. You can also protect her, help her silently when she needs you. If you were to die, what would you do if someone bullied her one day?"

Sang Qingran’s expression was complex as well. He had not expected his second brother to be so childish.

Harboring thoughts of self-destruction by ruining his body was useless. He feared that now, even if they died in front of Sang Qiao, she wouldn’t spare them a second glance.

Sang Shen was shocked and overjoyed the moment he saw the text message Sang Qiao sent him.

Following the words of his younger brother and grandfather, he faintly sensed something was amiss. "I didn’t want to die; I just didn’t realize I had a fever. What exactly did you all say to Qiaoqiao?"

Mr. Sang Senior clearly didn’t believe his explanation, but he still humored him with a noncommittal response, "Yes, yes, yes, you just got sick by accident. We understand."

"It’s true. In the future, don’t tell Sang Qiao any news about me."

Sang Shen’s mind was in turmoil, fearing Qiaoqiao would mistake his actions as a ploy.

His fingers trembled as he typed on his phone, "Don’t listen to grandpa and Third Brother making stuff up. I haven’t been throwing my life away; I just accidentally fell ill."

After the message was sent, Sang Shen felt his words were too weak, and he wanted to add more. "Really, I’m taking proper care of myself in the hospital, I..."

Sang Qingran, with his sharp eyes, caught sight of this. "If you want to be blocked again, keep pestering her."

His words successfully made Sang Shen stop what he was doing and delete the text he was drafting. He cherished Sang Qiao’s message, pinning it to the top, not daring to send another.

Even though he said nothing, Mr. Sang Senior could see that his mood had clearly improved a lot from just a simple text message.

Sang Qingran stayed in the ward for a while then left. He unconsciously looked at his chat with Sang Qiao, where his previous few messages were marked with red exclamation points.

Even now, he was still lying in Sang Qiao’s blacklist.

Envying Sang Shen for being removed from the blacklist would be a lie, but he couldn’t bring himself to resort to such self-harming tactics.

If there were levels of hatred in Sang Qiao’s eyes, he imagined his would be the highest.

Thinking this, Sang Qingran’s heart ached unbearably. Everyone else could beg Sang Qiao for forgiveness, to make sacrifices for her, but he was the only one who could do nothing.

Sang Jiao, tormented by the Sang Family into neither human nor ghost, was on the brink of insanity. By chance, she passed by the Rose Entertainment building that day, and taking advantage of the "agent’s" inattention, she ran full speed into the building.

The bodyguards disguised as agents quickly grabbed Sang Jiao’s arm to pull her back.

But Sang Jiao had already clung desperately to Sang Qiao, who happened to be visiting the company.

"Sang Qiao, on the day I lost too much blood, Sang Nanfeng once said in the ward that even if you didn’t agree to give me a blood transfusion, he would have people force you to do so. He truly wanted you dead!"

Sang Jiao could no longer care about anything else at this moment, with only one thought remaining in her head: they won’t let her live comfortably, and she won’t let them feel at ease either!

Wanting to ask for Sang Qiao’s forgiveness? She will stubbornly cause trouble in the middle of it all!

Sang Qiao kicked away the hand grappling with her pants and stood back.

The bodyguard was quick to act. However, as he covered Sang Jiao’s mouth intending to take her away, he said, "Miss Sang Qiao, please don’t believe this woman’s instigations and lies. If you have any doubts, you can simply ask Mr. Sang directly."

Sang Jiao bit the hand covering her mouth viciously.

"Ah—" The bodyguard winced in pain, forced to let go of his grip.

"Sang Qiao, and your room was also given to me by Sang Nanfeng. He said from now on, in that home, there will only be me, the precious daughter. He even said that if it weren’t for Mr. Sang Senior, you’d only be fit to live in a bathroom, hahaha!"

Sang Jiao felt tremendously satisfied inside. She couldn’t believe that after hearing all this, Sang Qiao wouldn’t hate Sang Nanfeng.

The best outcome would be to provoke Sang Nanfeng a bit and make herself happy. Recently, this ruthless man had almost driven her insane.

"Are you seeking death, woman?" One bodyguard caught her from one side and started to forcibly take her away.

"Sang Qiao, don’t you want to listen to more? There’s a lot more, I even have evidence!" Sang Jiao stood on tiptoes, her feet barely touching the ground, still talking tough.

"I’m not interested. I won’t take a single word of what you said to heart." Sang Qiao spoke indifferently, her casual words were calm to the extreme.

She was dressed neatly and beautifully as she watched the disheveled Sang Jiao being taken away.

Sang Jiao suddenly couldn’t laugh anymore because Sang Qiao was too calm! How could anyone not harbor any hatred, not have the slightest desire to know the past?

This left her with no chance to cause discord, and moreover, without any leverage to threaten Sang Nanfeng into sparing her.

When Sang Qiao said she was not interested, she truly was not. She did not know, nor care where Sang Jiao was currently living or what her situation was.

But someone was always worried. When Sang Nanfeng heard that Sang Jiao recklessly spoke those words to Sang Qiao, his heart immediately panicked.

He rushed towards Rose Entertainment without a second thought, but the security guards wouldn’t even let him in.

"I really have important matters that I need to explain to your president, just this once."

The security guards remained unmoved, their faces as sour as dung.

Sang Nanfeng turned desperate, with so many misunderstandings already existing between him and Sang Qiao, and now with these divisive words, wouldn’t their relationship plummet even further? He gritted his teeth and attempted to force his way through.

However, he still underestimated the security guards’ skills; they picked him up and threw him out.

"Mr. Sang, please don’t make our job difficult."

"Could you at least make a phone call to pass along a message for me?" Sang Nanfeng knew he couldn’t overcome the two guards, so he tried an alternative approach.

"Sorry, we have orders from above not to disturb over trivial matters."

The guards’ faces remained stoic, but the words they uttered struck Sang Nanfeng at heart.

Trivial matters...

He suddenly realized, maybe Sang Qiao really didn’t care about any deeper misunderstandings, considering it all as no more than trivial matters.

Sang Nanfeng staggered away, no longer persisting.

He still felt discomfort in his heart.

He helped her by bringing Sang Jiao back, making Sang Jiao suffer as she once had.

But none of this could soften Qiaoqiao’s heart in the slightest.