After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 233: You Take the Umbrella, I’ll Take You to the Hospital

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: You Take the Umbrella, I’ll Take You to the Hospital

Sang Nanfeng noticed his younger brother’s intention to approach, but at this moment, as if unable to concern himself with the questioning that would follow, he called out to the woman in the rain.

"Ah He, why are you sitting there motionless for so long? Come take shelter from the rain."

Upon hearing Sang Nanfeng’s voice, Meng Jiahe was certain that the figure standing motionless was Sang Qingran.

She couldn’t describe her feelings; such heavy rain was a reasonable excuse for others not to help her, and she could understand that, given they were not close.

But her heart felt as if it were pricked by many needles, as the rain washed away the two tears she had shed.

She had been sitting for so long, her strength had almost returned; her fingers touched the floor as she slowly tried to stand.

Suddenly, an umbrella shielded her from the rain overhead. Instinctively, she looked up to see an unfamiliar face, feeling momentarily disappointed.

Then, she forced a smile and pushed at the umbrella handle, "Thanks, but I’m already soaked. You should go quickly, don’t get wet yourself."

Shangguan Yuan moved closer, only to realize she was the strong woman from before, with vague traces of blood on her knee; he seemed not to hear her, handing her the umbrella.

"Take the umbrella, I’ll take you to the hospital; my car is right over there."

"It’s okay, I can take a taxi on my own." Meng Jiahe glanced at her own state, fearing no taxi driver might take her.

And the man before her was so neatly dressed; she would dirty his car.

"Stop fussing, last time you nearly fractured my shoulder and I haven’t even asked for medical expenses. It’s a good opportunity to get it checked, take it."

Shangguan Yuan, originally fresh and clean, had half of his back soaked to give part of the umbrella to this woman.

He held her hand, placed the umbrella handle in her hand, then bent down cautiously to scoop her up, avoiding the wound on her knee as he effortlessly lifted her.

"Have you... seen me before?" Meng Jiahe frowned, not recognizing this man.

Her body, cold and wet, was now against his warm chest, also dampening his clean clothes. Subconsciously, she leaned towards him with the umbrella.

Her side exposed to the rain, Shangguan Yuan used his head to push the umbrella back, "Of course, we are from the same company. Hold the umbrella properly; we are almost at the car."

"Oh, okay." Meng Jiahe had no choice but to share the umbrella equally.

Sang Qingran watched this scene from the rain, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists. He had stepped out, but that man had reached Meng Jiahe’s side faster.

Standing in the rain, he watched their intimate conversation, lacking even the courage to step forward.

Meng Jiahe willingly got into the car with him, clearly indicating they knew each other.

"Qingran, let’s go back, the car has arrived." Sang Nanfeng also entered the heavy rain, patting his younger brother’s shoulder.

Being soaked by the rain oddly provided him a feeling of pleasure; not only was he unhappy, but his younger brother had also forever lost Ah He.

"Okay." Sang Qingran moved his lips numbly, his body stiff as he got into the car.

The delay made him faintly aware that he might have forever lost something.

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Sang Qiao brought Lin Weichen to the interview site to tape, so she sat by the door and waited, able to see him speaking comfortably into the microphone through the gap in the door.

Everyone whom she could name under her banner was slowly improving; she couldn’t help but let her lips curve upwards in a smile.

"Is it you, cousin?" A woman’s voice suddenly came from behind. Su Nuanying was wearing a white shirt and a pencil skirt, which highlighted her good figure.

Her complexion was also much rosier than before, and her hair was cut into a neat, short style.

"Yes." Sang Qiao’s thoughts were brought back by the voice, and she turned around, gently responding.

"I now have my own job, and I’ve matured a lot more than before. I didn’t expect to see you again; I’m really surprised."

Su Nuanying settled on the stool next to her without her usual unease.

She thought that seeing Sang Qiao would make her feel jealous or resent that Sang Qiao hadn’t let her invest, and she wouldn’t want to speak a word to her.

But in this moment, that wasn’t the case at all; Su Nuanying still wanted to chat with her cousin and deeply regretted why she had so trusted Fu Xing back then.

"It’s good that you have been able to move on and live your own life," Sang Qiao said lightly with a faint smile, as a formality.

"If I didn’t move on, what could I do? I regret that I made our relationship so tense before, but no one ever cared for me with such detail since I was little, so when Fu Xing appeared, I became so obsessed."

A thought flitted across Su Nuanying’s mind about childhood warnings she heard—that children who grew up without love would easily trust others, especially a gentle and considerate man.

At that time, she didn’t take it to heart. She felt herself to be so cold and selfish, not liking men generally; how could she be deceived by others?

The time Fu Xing was in her life felt just like yesterday, a dream.

"You live and you learn, look forward," said Sang Qiao, her gaze falling on the interview inside that was about to end.

She was not someone accustomed to consoling others, especially since regretting over things that had already happened was of no use.

"Cousin, don’t you ever blame yourself? It was you who introduced me to Fu Xing. If you hadn’t taken me to meet him, wouldn’t all that followed have been avoided?"

Su Nuanying’s eyes were fixed on Sang Qiao’s face, unwilling to miss the slightest emotional expression.

She had resented too many people, but her feelings towards Sang Qiao were complicated.

Hearing this, Sang Qiao also slightly froze before responding nonchalantly, "I only knew that I had promised to introduce you to Fu Xing, and I kept that promise. As for what happened between you after that, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel guilty about it."

Su Nuanying couldn’t help but laugh, her cousin was still the same—heart hard as stone.

"I wish you had broken your promise back then; then I would have forever remained a carefree, rebellious girl."

"Sister Qiao," Lin Weichen emerged from the recording, glancing at the unfamiliar woman.

"I should go now," said Sang Qiao, standing up without intending to spend more words with Su Nuanying.

"Goodbye." Su Nuanying watched their retreating figures, no longer dwelling on things. Some questions were pointless to ask, yet she couldn’t help feeling aggrieved.

She wished her cousin felt even the slightest bit of guilt. It was her cousin who indirectly instigated everything, yet it was her cousin who was the most detached.

Her grandmother and parents were all worried about her.

Yet Su Nuanying had never considered that even if she missed meeting Fu Xing that one time, if fate willed it, destiny’s tracks would still have brought them together.

Furthermore, her obsession with Fu Xing was already so deep that even if her cousin hadn’t brought her along, her rebellious nature would likely have led her to meet him secretly—the man of her youth—Fu Xing.