After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Is an Elder Brother Not as Good as a Dog???

Sang Jiao felt so angry she almost fainted on the spot when she saw that almost the entire internet was praising Sang Qiao, while she was being ridiculed like a jumping clown, unable to show her face.

“The slap in the face came so quickly, does it hurt?”

“Pretty disgusting, as an adopted daughter, you have no sense of humility and always try to compete with the legitimate daughter. Are you a white lotus or something?

“You’ve filmed quite a few works, but you have no talent at all. You’re only popular because you cling to Sang Emperor and Yang God. How thick is your skin?

“I’ve been annoyed with your stupidity for a long time, showing off your mother all day and acting like a princess. Does the whole world have to love you? You think you’re a heartthrob?

“I feel sick. Your roles weren’t acquired through talent, either. How much money did Sang Qiao’s big brother pay to get a little bitch like you in the films?

… The further down she read, the worse the insults got. Sang Jiao’s rise in the entertainment industry had always been smooth sailing; she’d never faced anything like this and was in a state of panic, trembling as she attempted to contact other members of the Sang family.

Her second and fourth brothers wouldn’t help her, but she still had her eldest brother, third brother, and mother. Thinking of this, Sang Jiao calmed down a bit, but she didn’t immediately make a phone call.

Having learned from her two brothers’ reactions, she guessed that asking outright for tickets might provoke annoyance.

She needed to think carefully about how to respond.

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Su Nuanying sat on the couch with her phone, guiltily glancing at her cousin.

The Weibo post she had just made now had a shocking number of retweets and comments.

After all, it was common knowledge that Sang Siyang’s account was managed by the entertainment team; he couldn’t engage in these kinds of online brawls. However, his likes and follows were enough to astonish everyone.

Coupled with Yang God’s family sending out lottery tickets, it was particularly eye-catching.

Su Nuanying sneakily scrolled through the comments.

“Sister Qiao is as beautiful as a flower and has captured my heart; please, poster, notice me, choose me!

“Qiaoqiao is so low-key and doesn’t engage in such petty tactics to gain popularity. Pure leading lady behavior; I love her! (I’m really not doing this for the tickets, I’m just anxious about it.)

“Sister Qiao is amazing at selling products!

“Even Sister Qiao’s hair is more beautiful than Sang Jiao’s!

The first few praising comments seemed normal enough, but they quickly became bizarre.

“Sister Qiao even smells good when she uses the toilet!

“Sister Qiao, number one in dumping her partners!

“Sister Qiao is so good, she annoys directors to death!

“If I’m chosen, I’m willing to be Sang Qiao’s servant in my next life. Oh, wait! Make that my life after next, because in my next life, I want to be a young heiress.

When Su Nuanying saw that comment, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Hahaha.”

Maybe her laugh was too wild because Sang Qiao glanced over at her.

Su Nuanying immediately shut her mouth. Her cousin’s gaze was clear and venomous, able to see through everything. However, with the post getting so much attention, she couldn’t hide it for long.

So she decided to come clean, handing over her phone.

“Sister Qiao, I’m sorry… I just couldn’t stand everyone insulting you. Sang Jiao puts on this fake high-and-mighty act and pretends to understand Brother Sang so well, and my friend was also being attacked so viciously!”

“Cousin, I was wrong. I know the tickets are precious, but I thought audience tickets would suffice. I just wanted to infuriate Sang Jiao.”

Sang Qiao listened to the words by her ear and just took a few glances at the phone before disinterestedly handing it back to her.

“It’s yours, do with it as you please.”

“Aren’t you mad?” Su Nuanying was surprised by her cousin’s calm tone.

“Is this something I should be angry about?” Sang Qiao slightly lifted her eyelids.

Su Nuanying laughed so hard her mouth almost reached heaven, “Unworthy, but Sang Jiao must be furious!”

“Mm-hm.” Sang Qiao could guess without thinking, but she felt nothing inside.

None of the Sang Family could affect her mood; she only had respect for the old man.

On the day of the competition, Sang Siyang wasn’t surprised that Sang Qiao’s figure was absent from the audience, nor was he surprised after checking that none of the sold tickets were purchased by Qiaoqiao or anyone from the Su Family.

It was something he had expected, but when he actually confirmed it, he still felt uncomfortable.

That evening, the news of his championship spread across all the hot search lists; however, one of them was extremely bizarre.

[#SangQiao didn’t go to watch Yang God’s competition simply because she went to see a dog?]

Below was a picture of Sang Qiao holding the dog, smiling very tenderly.

The comments immediately blew up. There were those who didn’t understand, those who found it funny—could an older brother really lose out to a dog?

Sang Siyang touched the face of Qiaoqiao in the picture, his lips turning up unconsciously.

As long as she was happy.

“Yang God, are you really not going to the celebration tonight?”

“No, you guys go ahead, we’ll have a rain check.” Sang Siyang picked up the jacket on his chair and strode out.

In his pocket, he held a small gold medal, and upon leaving the club, he went straight by taxi to the Su Mansion.

Upon arrival, when he said he wanted to stay, Grandma Su didn’t refuse, instead instructing someone to arrange a room for him.

Su Nuanying looked at him with a strange expression, but given that they had taken his tickets, she didn’t feel right saying anything to him.

“Qiaoqiao, this is a gold medal, for you. You can do whatever you want with it.” Sang Siyang handed her the small gold medal that had warmed from his touch, his palm was still sweaty.

“Take it away.” Sang Qiao didn’t even glance his way, suddenly remembering something, she pulled open a drawer and took out the black card he left last time, tossing it on the table.

Sang Siyang’s fingertips trembled slightly, especially after seeing the black card, even more disappointed.

So, Qiaoqiao never even carried his black card, and couldn’t even be bothered to return it—she just threw it in the drawer untouched.

But Sang Siyang was not the kind to give up easily. He didn’t take back the black card and continued to converse.

“Qiaoqiao, I don’t spend much money. Keep it with you for emergencies. The dog you went to see today, was it cute? Did you like it? Do you want one? I can have one sent over, okay?”

Su Nuanying felt that Brother Sang was a bit pitiable, not even daring to blame Sister Qiao for not attending the event today. She thought Sister Qiao might be somewhat moved and soften a bit.

But—

Sang Qiao stood up and headed straight upstairs without giving him a second look.

Su Nuanying fell into silence; only the two of them remained awkwardly in the living room. Afraid he was too heartbroken, she forced some comfort, “Don’t be too sad, Sister Qiao just doesn’t feel like talking when she’s in a bad mood, especially after you said all that.”

As if, Sister Qiao never got into a bad mood, not even annoyed.

She often rambled on, but her cousin always replied, although sometimes a bit coldly.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t going to say this and prick Sang Siyang’s heart.

Sang Siyang wasn’t sad, but blamed himself: “It’s my fault for talking too much just now. I annoyed her. I’m sorry.”

Su Nuanying: “…” It’s not the talking she’s annoyed with. It’s you!

“Does Qiaoqiao have any hobbies? Do you have any suggestions for her birthday at the end of the month?” Sang Siyang had also come mainly for Qiaoqiao’s birthday; only secondarily did he want to see if she would accept his small gold medal.