After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 212: I Will Definitely Not Let the Lu Family Involve You

Chapter 212: Chapter 212: I Will Definitely Not Let the Lu Family Involve You

Sang Qingran also furrowed his brows. Shangguan Yuan did not seem easy to get along with, and even less so compared to Mr. Si.

With such a green tea character, who knew what he might do to them if he ended up with Qiaoqiao in the future.

Yet, Grandpa Sang believed him, and Mr. Sang Senior glared at his eldest grandson. "To think there is such an outrageous matter, Nanfeng, you must apologize to Ah Yuan!"

"I’m sorry." Sang Nanfeng’s face was the epitome of discomfort. He suffered a loss and still had to apologize; what sort of situation was this?

Just as the room was engulfed in a tense atmosphere, Sang Siyang, whom everyone had been waiting for, returned. His clothes were covered with a lot of mud, and he was a disheveled mess.

He stood at the doorway, his gaze fixed intently on Sang Qiao sitting on the sofa.

He hesitated to move forward, fearing that this might all be a dream.

Sang Siyang’s hesitation did not mean Mr. Sang Senior could tolerate his stammering demeanor. He stood up, walked over in a few steps, and delivered a slap to Sang Siyang.

"To think I felt you had grown up and matured, but look at what you’ve done today! Are you that impulsive? You couldn’t even wait a bit longer? If Qiaoqiao hadn’t been able to call in time, how would our family bear the news of your demise, how could I bear it!"

"I..." Sang Siyang’s face took the hit, but his heart was filled with relief that Qiaoqiao was fine.

"I know I was wrong."

"None of you give me peace." Mr. Sang Senior sighed deeply and sat back on the sofa.

Mrs. Sang stood by the side, her hands tightly clasped together, gathering the courage to look at the petite figure on the sofa. "Qiaoqiao, are you really alright?"

"Why did they initially say there was no hope for your treatment?" Sang Qingran also voiced out anxiously.

"There won’t be more trouble in the future, right?" Sang Shen anxiously looked at her. He felt that if there was another such scare, he might go even crazier than Sang Siyang.

Suddenly, multiple pairs of eyes were all tightly fixed on Sang Qiao. Shangguan Yuan’s mind raced with two words, "Not good." His brother had actually told them this to prevent them from meeting.

"Mhm, it’s alright now." Sang Qiao nodded, her response directed at Mr. Sang Senior.

In that instant, everyone in the living room breathed a sigh of relief, but Mrs. Sang’s heart ached with discomfort, as Sang Qiao hadn’t glanced at her once, let alone responded to her question.

But having almost lost Sang Qiao completely, Mrs. Sang came to terms with being ignored. She had to keep reassuring herself that she needed to take substantive actions; it was normal for Qiaoqiao to ignore mere verbal concerns.

Shangguan Yuan: "Qiao, should we head back now?"

The Sang Family immediately tensed up again. Mr. Sang Senior, feeling quite at home, grabbed Shangguan Yuan’s sleeve, "Ah Yuan, why the rush? You’ve finally come to visit, I must entertain you properly. Why not stay a few more days? I can even play chess with you."

"I don’t know how to play chess." Shangguan Yuan felt a headache from Mr. Sang Senior’s enthusiasm.

"No problem, I can teach you." Mr. Sang Senior still was not giving up. This was the only thing he was good at, and he couldn’t connect with Shangguan Yuan in other ways.

"I’m not really interested." Shangguan Yuan shook his head.

"Grandpa, I’ll visit you next time." Sang Qiao had no plans to stay in the old house; she was more accustomed to living in her own home.

Besides, she wanted to heal her hand injuries quickly and find Si Chenli. After more than a month, she wondered how he was doing... Had he truly let go of her?

"With a new boyfriend, you’re unwilling to spend more time with your grandpa." Grandpa Sang muttered sadly.

The pain of almost losing his granddaughter forever made him desperate to care more for her.

"He’s just a friend."

"Fine, fine, a friend. I can’t persuade you, you can go back now, but don’t keep us in the dark next time if anything happens. Speak up and we’ll sort it out together, understand?"

Mr. Sang Senior heaved a heavy sigh. There was nothing he could do about Sang Qiao. Her family wasn’t close to her; they couldn’t make her stay, and it was helplessness all around.

"Alright."

Shangguan Yuan was walking in front with his suitcase, and Sang Qiao followed closely behind.

Sang Siyang couldn’t help but chase after her, gently tugging at her thick cotton coat, "Can you set me to ’do not disturb’? You can check my messages whenever you want, and it won’t bother you if you don’t want to see them. Can I still send you messages..."

Sang Qiao glanced back at his distressed face and eventually nodded softly.

Sang Siyang also let go of her hand, visibly thrilled. He chuckled, "Qiaoqiao, I messed up today, I know, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure the Lu Family won’t involve you."

Sang Qiao’s figure walked farther and farther away; she didn’t look back, and he wasn’t sure if she had heard his words.

But to Sang Siyang, it didn’t matter whether she heard or not; he just wanted to express his thoughts.

The moment he picked up the knife, he truly wanted to kill Lu Jiao, but the moment he saw Sang Qiao’s call, he knew he couldn’t.

If he had acted, he would have been the villain, and Lu Jiao would have seemed pitiful.

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Shangguan Yuan drove Sang Qiao to Rose Entertainment. As she was about to reach the building, she messaged Meng Jiahe to come downstairs.

Shangguan Yuan then got out of the car; he still had some documents in the office that needed attention.

A driver would also take Sang Qiao home later.

His steps slowed as he entered the company building, and suddenly, a slender-looking woman crashed into him, almost dislocating his shoulder from the pain.

"I’m so sorry, so sorry." Meng Jiahe also grimaced from the pain, apologizing repeatedly without stopping, and hurriedly ran outside.

Shangguan Yuan, clutching his shoulder and wincing, turned his head to watch her retreating figure, wondering how such a weak-seeming woman could be so strong.

His initial impression of her remained: strong as an ox, better to avoid meeting her again.

At the company entrance,

Meng Jiahe saw the car window roll down, opened the car door, and sat on the other side. Her eyes immediately reddened at the sight of Sang Qiao, and she reached out to hug her.

"Qiaoqiao, you scared me to death, I thought... I thought..."

"It’s alright now," Sang Qiao said softly, soothing her, letting her cry on her shoulder for a while.

When Meng Jiahe let go, she noticed many needle marks on Sang Qiao’s hand, her delicate skin was bruised, "When we get home, I’ll cook some eggs for you, to apply."

"Okay."

"Sang Siyang scared me today too," Meng Jiahe’s lips moved non-stop, her mind spontaneously sharing whatever came up with Qiaoqiao.

"He’s fine."

"That’s a relief, the company is also fine, nothing happened there. Besides, Si Chenli has been quiet lately, running his company normally; the Si Family recently signed several big contracts."

Meng Jiahe knew Qiaoqiao cared about Mr. Si, so she always kept an eye on his news.

"Mm, I’ll go see him in a couple of days."

"I’m staying at your place tonight."

"Sure."

The two chatted back and forth like this all the way until they reached the villa.

Meng Jiahe immediately had Xiao’an boil two eggs, and when they were warm, she applied them to Sang Qiao’s hands.