After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 211: It’s Okay, If Heaven is Unfair, Let it Be

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: It’s Okay, If Heaven is Unfair, Let it Be

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In a dilapidated, abandoned warehouse.

Sang Siyang squatted in front of Lu Jiao, looking at her beautiful and luxurious clothes, and her increasingly plump and pale face, he couldn’t help but want to ridicule.

Heaven was never fair, Lu Jiao, someone like her, could live such a good life, healthy, while his Qiaoqiao had to suffer from illness, and had passed away so soon...

Sang Siyang’s eyes were bloodshot, he reached for a small knife nearby, his eyes revealed a chill, but it didn’t matter, if heaven was unfair, then he would take matters into his own hands.

That Lu Jiao could disrupt their family’s harmony and had harmed Qiaoqiao so many times, yet lived a happy life—he truly couldn’t accept it.

Lu Jiao stared at him with wide-open eyes, terrified, she could feel that Sang Siyang had gone mad!

Sang Siyang reached out and tore the cloth from her mouth, "I know how painful it is not to be able to see you for the last time, not being able to say goodbye properly, so I’m giving you a chance to say a proper farewell to Madam Lu."

He said and picked up Lu Jiao’s phone to dial Madam Lu’s number.

"What do you want, Sang Siyang? Do you know I’m part of the Lu Family now? If you dare to do anything to me, my mom won’t let your family off the hook!"

Lu Jiao shook her head frantically, scared out of her wits; she had just become a young lady, she hadn’t had enough of this happy life yet, she couldn’t just...

"It doesn’t matter, I believe my brothers can protect the Sang Family well enough. Someone like you doesn’t deserve such happiness. After I send you off, I will follow as well. I’m afraid you’ll still bully Qiaoqiao down there; I’ll be watching you."

Sang Siyang wore a smile on his face, but in such a dark and grimy place, it looked very frightening.

The call connected, and Madam Lu’s voice came through, "Jiaojiao, why are you calling me at this hour?"

"Mom, save me, Sang Siyang has gone mad; he took me away," Lu Jiao cried out in extreme fear, pleading for help.

"Alright, you’ve said your goodbyes," Sang Siyang hung up the phone without hesitation.

He approached her with the knife in hand, and as Lu Jiao’s tears streamed down in fear, she said, "Sang Siyang, look at your phone, so many calls, all from your brothers."

"It doesn’t matter, nothing matters anymore," Sang Siyang moved closer to her, with no intention even of glancing back.

He held the knife to her neck, leaving a trail of blood, "Ah—"

Lu Jiao let out a piercing scream; her eyes swiftly caught a new incoming call label on the phone: Qiaoqiao.

The feeling of nearing death enveloped her, and the pain on her neck only increased her fear. Seeing that label, Lu Jiao didn’t care about the pain and urgently yelled, "It’s Sang Qiao! Sang Siyang, turn around, look—it’s a call from Sang Qiao!"

Sang Siyang’s hand movements momentarily froze; he seemed to slow down considerably as he slowly turned to look at his phone on the ground.

The screen was lit up, and the caller was Qiaoqiao, that call he never dared to hope for.

He thought he would be lying in the blacklist until death, but none of that mattered, as long as she was safe and everything went well for her.

But today, he received the cruel news that she was gone.

Yet now, this call came in.

"Sang Siyang, let me go quickly, if I die, you will bear the stigma of a murderer, and Sang Qiao will also get implicated because of you, people will talk about her as the sister of a murderer!"

Lu Jiao’s neck hurt terribly, but the fear of death made her ignore the pain.

She knew what Sang Siyang cared about.

Sang Siyang’s hand trembled as he dropped the knife to the ground and clumsily picked up his phone to answer the call.

He dared not utter a word, fearing that it wasn’t Sang Qiao on the other line, but someone using her phone to call him and inform him to collect her ashes.

"Sang Siyang, come home," the woman’s familiar voice came over the phone, a bit hoarse, but still sweetly exciting to the point it made his heart ache.

"Okay." His mind was completely occupied by her request to come home—Qiaoqiao was fine, it was Qiaoqiao.

The recollection of his rash action in kidnapping Lu Jiao filled him with annoyance. He wondered if the Lu Family would involve Qiaoqiao. "Qiaoqiao, I..."

"Come to the mansion."

"Okay, I’ll be right there, just wait for me." Sang Siyang was ecstatic, knowing this meant Qiaoqiao was waiting for him at the mansion.

"Mhm."

Once the call ended, Sang Siyang grabbed his own phone, ready to leave.

Lu Jiao, terrified by the darkness around her and still bound, unable to break free, pleaded, "Sang Siyang, let me go first."

But Sang Siyang ignored her. After all, Madam Lu would surely track Lu Jiao’s location through her phone. Having already kidnapped her and made an enemy of her, what harm was there letting Lu Jiao suffer a bit more?

"Sang Siyang!" Lu Jiao screamed in fear, yet no matter how loudly she yelled, the tall figure did not turn back.

~

Sang Mansion

Because of Sang Siyang’s antics, the entire family had assembled. Even Old Sang had learned of the recent events, feeling both heartache for his granddaughter and anger at Sang Siyang.

At his age, he was still impulsive in his actions. Sang Jiao had been spoiled by their indulgence, and no matter her faults, it wasn’t their place to lay hands on her.

Especially now that she was Lu Jiao, and there was no predicting how the Lu Family would seek retribution.

The whole family waited for Sang Siyang’s return, their eyes unconsciously resting on Sang Qiao. She was dressed in thick cotton clothing, wrapped tightly.

Her hands bore patches of bruising and numerous needle marks, creating a shocking sight. She sat silently on the sofa, her curled lashes fluttering.

Beside her sat another man, the one who had helped her with her luggage. Nanfeng had seen him before—Lawyer Shangguan.

The atmosphere in the room grew very quiet as Sang Shen shamelessly inched closer to her.

"Qiaoqiao, does your hand hurt?"

"Of course, it hurts," Shangguan Yuan raised his eyebrows, answering for Qiao.

Sang Shen frowned out of instinct, his displeasure evident, "Move aside, I wasn’t speaking to you."

"Grandpa Sang, since your family doesn’t welcome me, I’ll leave now. Although I’ve gone through a lot to escort Qiaoqiao back and took care of her, it doesn’t matter, I’m not tired."

Shangguan Yuan spoke and started to leave with his luggage.

"Sang Shen, what kind of attitude is that! Ah Yuan has done so much for Qiaoqiao, you should apologize to him immediately," Mr. Sang Senior admonished.

Despite his age, he could tell that Shangguan Yuan had a sly streak, but since he was a friend of Qiaoqiao’s and had helped her a lot, he stood by him firmly.

Shangguan Yuan dragged his luggage back, a smile forming on his lips, "The Sang Emperor’s apology would burden me too much to bear. After being insulted by Mr. Sang, I just swallowed my anger, knowing my own lowly status, I dared not quarrel with them."

Nanfeng: "...Go to hell!" Back then, Shangguan Yuan almost cost him half of Starlight Entertainment in a lawsuit, and now he has the gall to dredge up the past and sue him again?