After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 213: Sang Qiao: No One Else, Just You

"Qiaoqiao, remember to get regular check-ups, okay?" Meng Jiahe fussed over her like an old mother, not only applying bandages to her hands but also continuously advising her.

"Okay." Sang Qiao obediently nodded, enjoying the attentive care of the "old mother".

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Si Group

"Miss Sang Qiao is back, and she even brought Lawyer Shangguan with her to the Sang Family to see Mr. Sang Senior," the assistant reported, trembling with fear.

Originally, Mr. Si had stopped following any news about Miss Sang Qiao the day she left.

But now, she had come back. That would have been fine, had she not run into Mr. Si.

The assistant had expected Mr. Si to get angry, yet he simply responded indifferently, "Hmm."

"Do you need me to invite Miss Sang Qiao over?" the assistant tentatively asked, despite not knowing what had transpired between the two during this time.

Mr. Si had been working overtime for quite a while, and the whole office was gloomier than ever. Those who came to report their work looked as despairing as if they were attending a funeral.

If someone’s work was not up to par, well... they were done for.

"No need, Rose Entertainment is doing quite well lately, it’s time to suppress them," Si Chenli said, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his thin lips coldly uttering these words.

"Yes, I will arrange it immediately," the assistant quickly excused himself to carry out the task.

He hadn’t even reached the door when his phone indicated a call from the reception. He stepped aside and answered the phone, "Sang Qiao is at the front desk. She wants to see Mr. Si, should I let her up?"

The assistant glanced at his phone, resigned, and turned back, "Mr. Si, downstairs... Miss Sang Qiao wants to see you. Should I let her up?"

Hearing this, Si Chenli unconsciously gripped the pen tighter, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes.

His expression was blank as he said, "Let her see me if she wants, who does she think she is?"

"Then I’ll have someone send her away right away," the assistant quickly caught on and was about to reply.

Si Chenli’s face darkened in an instant, his lips parting slightly, "Are you the CEO of Si Group? Is it your place to decide who gets sent away?"

The assistant’s legs became weak from fright. Wasn’t sending her away what they wanted?

But even if his boss’s words were off, he had to take the blame, "I overstepped, but how do you think this should be handled?"

"Have her wait in the reception room," Si Chenli said, feeling the fervent pounding in his chest, even though he knew that she had left him to mingle with others. He couldn’t bring himself to be petty about it.

He even felt a slight relief that she had come back, still choosing him.

"Yes," the assistant replied respectfully, ready to go take care of it.

Behind him came Si Chenli’s slightly anxious voice, "Prepare some snacks."

Assistant: "?" It’s as if he’s worried she might run off if bored.

"Yes."

Reception Room

Sang Qiao was ushered in. The table was set with assorted snacks, and the receptionist had even considerately bought her a warm cup of milk tea, "Miss Sang Qiao, please wait for a moment. Mr. Si is still busy with some matters and will come down later."

"Okay." Sang Qiao chuckled lightly, holding the cup of milk tea and quietly waiting.

She couldn’t have been clearer that Si Chenli was intentionally making her wait, throwing a little tantrum! Previously, when he was busy, she could come and go from his office as she pleased.

The receptionist didn’t seem to intend on leaving at all, and she hadn’t forgotten the assistant’s instructions to not let Miss Sang Qiao leave and to keep a close eye on her.

"Miss Sang Qiao, are you bored? Do you need me to keep you company for a chat or play something?"

Sang Qiao was stunned. Was this receptionist at Si Family so dedicated to her job, even offering to chat and play?

"I’m not bored, I’m fine just sitting here, you can go about your work."

"It’s no trouble, I don’t have anything that needs tending to, and Miss Sang Qiao, I’m actually half a fan of yours. I watched that variety show you were in before; it was really good!"

The receptionist’s face was pained as she spoke nonsense, forcing herself to chat in order to keep her there.

"Really? What was good about it?" Sang Qiao turned her head to look at her, genuinely curious.

The receptionist laughed awkwardly, having no clue about the contents of Sang Qiao’s variety show, "...it was... very interesting."

Si Chenli had just reached the doorway when he heard them chatting happily. He frowned subconsciously—was she here to see him or to see that receptionist?

"Sang Chenli." Sang Qiao, with keen eyes, spotted the tall figure standing at the door and instinctively got up to walk toward him.

The receptionist also breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out, "Mr. Si, Miss Sang Qiao, you two talk."

Si Chenli took a few steps into the guest room and looked down at her carefree demeanor with a cold face, "Miss Sang, do you have something you need from me?"

"Call me Sang Qiao, or Qiaoqiao." Sang Qiao looked up at him, correcting him.

Her righteous attitude made Si Chenli’s heart flutter with both pleasure and wonder—did she believe that whatever she said, he would agree to? Or did she think that he would always just be her backup?

With these thoughts, Si Chenli couldn’t help but laugh at himself sardonically. He truly couldn’t refuse her approach.

"We’re not close."

Sang Qiao saw his deliberately cold expression and almost wanted to laugh for a moment. She lightly started, "Don’t be mad, I haven’t fallen for anyone else, only you."

She was internally conflicted about whether to tell him that she had stayed away from him due to her illness recurring.

Sang Qiao was still fearful that there would be a next time. Father Si’s words that day had undeniably sounded an alarm for her, and not to mention Siyang’s crazy actions that day had scared her.

She never knew that there were people who couldn’t live on after her departure.

If Father Si’s words had made her cautious, then Siyang’s actions had certainly left an indelible worry in her heart—she felt... Si Chenli would really make such an irrational move.

"What, tired of playing with others and now you’ve come back to me?" Si Chenli laughed coldly. They both returned from the airport together; did he look like a fool?

Sang Qiao: So annoyed!

Before she had the chance to reply, her phone rang. She reached out to see the incoming call was from Ah He.

She stealthily looked up at Si Chenli and walked to the side to answer the call, "Hello?"

"Qiaoqiao, many of our company’s partners suddenly want to terminate their contracts, and this president, whom I’ve negotiated with a lot, was about to sign when he suddenly received a call and now says he won’t. I caught him trying to leave, and upon questioning, it turns out it was Si Chenli! He’s actually threatening to suppress our company."

Meng Jiahe finished this long sentence without even catching her breath, showing how urgent she felt.

Si Chenli was close enough to Sang Qiao that the echo in the guest room carried Meng Jiahe’s words directly to his ears.

Si Chenli’s expression stiffened momentarily, and he cursed the assistant in his mind, Idiot, who instructed them to suppress to this extent? Could they not understand a simple ’press down’?

Sang Qiao turned her head back to look at him, her eyes shifting as her red lips curled up slightly. The words were for Meng Jia, but her gaze was on Si Chenli.

"No worries, we don’t need the contract. I, for one, am curious to see how ruthless Mr. Si’s methods can be."