After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 210: Miss Sang Qiao Returns~

Nanfeng furrowed his eyebrows tightly, not expecting Sang Jiao’s background to be so melodramatic.

Yet Sang Jiao, whose actions had led their family to this current situation, wanted to return and assume her role as Madam Lu’s daughter. That was impossible.

"Madam Lu, please leave. There’s nothing to discuss here. I don’t agree."

"Mr. Sang, even if you don’t agree, you don’t have the right to restrict where Jiaojiao wants to go. Let her come to me. I want to take her away now, and I will repay any breach of contract fee and any debt she owes the Sang Family."

Seeing that he was immovable, Madam Lu also dropped her polite facade. She was usually one for courtesy before force.

Since Nanfeng wouldn’t see reason, she no longer felt the need to be courteous.

Nanfeng clenched his fists, his eyes revealing a trace of coldness, denying that Madam Lu was right. She wanted to take Sang Jiao away, and he had no way to stop her.

Eventually, Madam Lu successfully took Sang Jiao away. Having narrowly escaped death, Sang Jiao now found herself with a wealthy mother, something she could hardly believe.

Dazed, Sang Jiao thought, "Am I really the legitimate daughter of a wealthy family now? Isn’t the Lu Family even more formidable than the Sang Family?"

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Time flew, and more than half a month passed. Sang Qiao’s whereabouts remained unknown until one day, Meng Jiahe received a transfer agreement from Rose Entertainment, signed by Sang Qiao.

She immediately sent the news to Sang Siyang. Ah He: "Could Qiaoqiao be in trouble? Follow the IP address from this message. Can you locate her?"

Siyang held his phone for a long time without moving upon reading the message. A will should only come into effect after the person’s death, yet it had been sent to Ah He beforehand.

Could it be... Qiaoqiao was gone, and someone else sent it to Ah He to inform her ahead of time?

Siyang dared not reply to the message. He just slowly messaged his assistant to investigate.

He sat motionless in his office for a long time, his mind blank.

Finally, the assistant replied, "The last IP address was at the airport."

Siyang’s phone slipped from his hands onto the floor. Was Qiaoqiao coming back? Not even a whole corpse had been left; he had ultimately not waited for any good news from her.

Siyang bent over to pick up the phone and strode out. He didn’t inform his brothers; he was selfish, hoping they would take good care of Grandpa and Grandma, as Qiaoqiao would have wanted.

He was too cowardly to manage these things himself.

Sang Mansion

"Siyang, why have you come back? Is there any news?" Mrs. Sang asked out of habit, having been anxious for good news all these days. Every time her son came back, she would eagerly inquire.

But the answer was always that there was no news.

"No, I’m looking for something. Take care of yourself, Mom. Don’t expect Dad to treat you well. Keep your money safe and don’t give it to him."

Siyang rarely softened his tone this much with his mother. This was the last time—might as well leave her with some kindness.

"I understand," Mrs. Sang nodded, puzzled by why he was telling her these things.

"I’m going to check Qiaoqiao’s room for any clues. I won’t be home for lunch; don’t prepare it for me."

"Okay."

Siyang hastened upstairs to the room that hadn’t been opened for a long time. After entering, he realized the room was almost empty.

He stood at the doorway, mocking himself with a slight chuckle. How could he have forgotten that after Sang Jiao stayed here, Qiaqiao never moved back?

Siyang gently closed the door and went to a small room on the ground floor, which was originally a storeroom. It was small, dark, and damp without any light if the lamp wasn’t switched on.

He clicked the light on, and the whole room brightened up, housing only a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe—all empty.

Siyang lay on the dusty bed, quietly sobbing. He couldn’t smell any trace of Qiaoqiao; the room had gathered too much dust.

Not knowing how long he had lain there, he finally wiped his tears and stepped out.

As he walked, he dialed a number, "Bring Sang Jiao, no, Lu Jiao to me, whatever it takes."

"Understood."

~

All morning, Meng Jiahe had not received any reply from Sang Siyang, which worried her. Could something have happened?

She tried calling, but the calls went unanswered, leaving her helpless.

This made Meng Jiahe regret sending the will to Siyang.

There was nothing else to do but call Sang Qingran, who picked up quickly. "Hello." freёnovelkiss.com

"Sang Qingran, your brother might be in trouble. I just sent him..." Meng Jiahe recounted everything to him.

"Don’t panic, I’ll try to contact him and have someone look into the will Qiaoqiao sent," Qingran responded calmly.

After hanging up, Meng Jiahe grew increasingly anxious. She called Sang Qiao, but the call wouldn’t connect. Left with no other choice, she continuously dialed Siyang’s number.

What if something had happened to Siyang?

Half an hour later, the notification ’Sang Qiao’s callback’ appeared on Meng Jiahe’s phone.

She could hardly believe that this person, unreachable for nearly a month, was calling her. Trembling, she answered, "Is it Qiaoqiao?"

"Yes, Ah He, I’m okay."

"Qiaoqiao, you scared me to death. When I saw the will this morning, I thought... I thought..."

"Didn’t I send you an exit form?" Qiaoqiao on the other end instinctively frowned, turning to look at Shangguan Yuan holding her phone.

His expression was somewhat awkward. "...I might have sent the wrong one."

"Qiaoqiao, call Siyang first. I sent him the will this morning too; I’ve been unable to reach him all morning, and I’m afraid..."

Meng Jiahe also overheard their conversation, guessing that the person with Qiaoqiao had made the mistake.

However, that was no longer important—all that mattered was Qiaoqiao’s safe return.

"Okay, I’ll call him."

After hanging up, Qiaoqiao was about to have him dial Siyang’s number when she heard her phone’s loud shutdown ringtone. She looked up at Shangguan Yuan.

She: "..."

Shangguan Yuan saw her speechless gaze, which screamed, "You had one job."

"Last night, I really charged your phone; maybe the plug wasn’t connected."

"Have someone check Siyang’s number and call him with your phone."

"Alright." Shangguan Yuan immediately sent a message to check, and simultaneously, he pulled her suitcase, occasionally looking back to make sure she was keeping up.