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

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: The winter she treasured the scarf is now what I yearn for but cannot have.

“I’ve also prepared a gift.” Sang Nanfeng’s voice was weak, his face slightly uncomfortably flushed.

He had never bowed his head before, and the first time he did, not being accepted undoubtedly made him feel utterly embarrassed.

“If you don’t want those gifts to end up in the trash, just take them away.” Sang Qiao didn’t stop walking as she made her way upstairs unhurriedly, regardless of what Sang Siyang had said about Sang Shen possibly coming back.

She couldn’t help but smile, knowing Sang Jiao’s character all too well, she was certain that Sang Shen absolutely couldn’t make it back.

“Qiaoqiao, the gifts I’ve brought won’t be taken back, it’s up to you how you want to handle them. It’s your birthday, can you please be a bit happier?” Sang Siyang pulled a placating smile.

“You all staying far away from me would really make me happy,” Sang Qiao’s tone was cold, and she wasn’t joking.

Sang Siyang’s face turned pale instantly; his smile could hardly be maintained, and he spoke in a voice so low it was almost only audible to himself, “Okay…”

“Sang Qiao, how can you be so heartless? We spent all night setting up the party for you and worked hard all day without proper rest. Don’t you feel a bit of sympathy?”

Sang Nanfeng’s big hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, he stared incredulously at her retreating figure, unable to believe she could be so ruthless.

In the past, such a conversation would have definitely led to a dispute, but this time Sang Qiao didn’t turn back, she just went straight upstairs.

Sang Nanfeng stared at the empty hallway in disbelief, “She’s ignoring me?”

However, Sang Siyang just leaned against the wall and sighed, “I told you ages ago, Qiaoqiao is serious this time.”

“Bang! Ah… Shit!” Sang Nanfeng kicked the wall nearby in anger, not managing to vent his anger, but hurting his toe instead.

Lifting his foot, it took him a while to alleviate the pain, “Who needs her forgiveness! If she really could ignore us for her whole life! If I come to beg her again, I’ll be a dog!”

With that, he left the Su Mansion in a huff.

Sang Siyang watched this scene unfold with no particular reaction, merely staying at the mansion to entertain the guests and cleaning up after the party had ended.

By the time most people had left, it was already ten o’clock at night. He sat on the couch, still holding a ball of yarn and crocheting.

“Siyang, you should rest early, I’ve had someone clean up a room for you,” Grandma Su noticed his red-rimmed eyes which faintly showed he had been crying, feeling somewhat heartbroken.

“Okay,” Sang Siyang nodded, but didn’t head to his bedroom immediately, continuing with his crocheting instead.

It was almost comical that he, a grown man, was learning to crochet a scarf to give to an outsider, especially when Sang Jiao never once wore that scarf, knowing she disdained such brandless items.

Later, Sang Jiao had given it away to Qiaoqiao, who cherished and wore it all winter.

Thinking of this filled him with regret.

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Hospital

The moment Sang Jiao woke up, several people gathered around her, Mrs. Sang spoke worriedly, “Jiaojiao, you’re finally awake. Does the wound still hurt?”

“I’m fine, as long as Second Brother is okay too,” Sang Jiao smiled weakly.

Her demeanor, not wanting to worry them, suddenly tugged at everyone’s hearts.

“From now on, you can’t be so impulsive. Your second brother is a big man, stronger and more skilled than you. If something happened to you, what would we do?”

Sang Qingran, dressed in a white lab coat, couldn’t hide the pity on his face.

“Mmm, I know, Third Brother.”

“Mom, you take care of Jiaojiao first. Qingran and I will come over later.” Sang Shen reached out to grab his younger brother’s hand to leave.

“Shen’er, you are not allowed to leave! Jiaojiao’s injury is so serious, yet you are going to find Sang Qiao. Do you even care?” Mrs. Sang grabbed Sang Shen’s sleeve, preventing him from leaving.

Sang Jiao’s eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him, yet her words were generous:

“It’s okay, I am already fine. Let Second Brother go celebrate Qiaoqiao’s birthday.”

“I won’t go, and Second Brother, you better not go either. First Brother and Fourth Brother are just going to celebrate Sang Qiao’s birthday. So they don’t care about Jiaojiao?” Sang Qingran decisively stepped back and sat beside the hospital bed.

When Sang Qiao was mentioned, intense disgust flashed through his eyes. Even after moving out of the Sang family, was she still influencing their family?

“We do care, and aren’t we here right now? Today I must go, Qingran, if you don’t want to go, that’s fine.”

“Second Brother, please convey my birthday wishes to Sister Qiaoqiao. I’ll make up the gift later, my wound is just too painful today, I can’t be there…cough, cough, cough.”

Sang Jiao’s face, clearly devoid of any color, still forcibly maintained an unaffected demeanor.

Her words were generous and conceding, her coughing as if she was about to cough out her lungs, her face looking extremely uncomfortable.

“Drink some water to calm down, be careful of your wound.” Sang Qingran picked up the nearby cup of water, placing the straw in her mouth, his movements very gentle, afraid of hurting her.

“Now that Jiaojiao is in this condition, do you still plan to leave? Is Sang Qiao’s birthday so important?” Mrs. Sang’s face colored with indignation.

Sang Shen stood there, deeply conflicted. He could see the plea in Jiaojiao’s eyes.

But the words he had said yesterday about Sang Qiao joining them had already hurt her enough. If today he couldn’t even make time to bring her a gift, who knows how Sang Qiao would see him?

“I’m sorry, Jiaojiao, I’ll be back soon. Let Third Brother take care of you.”

“Second Brother, I…cough, cough, cough,” Tears welled in Sang Jiao’s eyes, her demeanor one of utter heartbreak.

“I’ll bring him back, don’t be sad.” Sang Qingran comforted her, reaching out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, then suddenly stood up from beside the bed and chased after him.

“Second Brother, Jiaojiao’s life is at stake, her fever hasn’t gone down, and yet you’re going to someone else’s birthday. Do you realize how much this hurts her?”

Walking a long distance, Sang Shen stopped, “She is only sad today. Besides, with mom and the doctors here, nothing will happen. Qingran, are you really not coming with me? You clearly know that what happened back then was a misunderstanding.”

“I’m not going.” Sang Qingran showed little reaction, even if the disconnection was a misunderstanding, so what?

Sang Qiao indeed had abandoned them, and wouldn’t even meet him. He had once traveled there himself, wanting to find her, to see how she was doing.

Yet before he even met her, he encountered a thief; his bag was stolen—his ID, cell phone, and wallet were all gone.

He was penniless and could only stay under a bridge for a few days, his life incredibly difficult.

Due to the language barrier, he couldn’t contact anyone, using his meager strength to search everywhere for Qiaoqiao, just to see her.

At that time, he thought Qiaoqiao was studying abroad. He waited for many days at the address of the school given by their mother.

Sang Qingran even dared not blink, afraid of missing Qiaoqiao. For three consecutive days, he saw no one, and his body gradually became unable to hold up.

Perhaps heaven took pity on him. When he was cold and hungry, dizzy, and about to collapse, he met an alumnus who was just coming to the school for an interview.