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Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Jiaojiao, Even if You are an Adopted Daughter, It Won’t Change Anything

The director recorded the scores of all five pairs of guests in his notebook and then led them back to the Siheyuan.

Meng Wange walked on the other side of Sang Qiao, her eyes bright and sparkling. She genuinely admired her, “Qiaoqiao, what you said was so practical. How did you think of it?”

“I just received an anti-scam text message on my phone,” Sang Qiao moved her lips slightly and said indifferently.

It was probably because when she was playing the matching game yesterday, she revived by watching a video that led to some website, which she guessed wasn’t a safe one.

“That’s what they call divine help,” Meng Wange sighed with envy.

As they all walked into the Siheyuan, they saw a crowd of journalists inside, and the staff had set up tables to facilitate questioning.

The director explained from the side, “These are the journalists who want to interview everyone today. Just answer their questions as you see fit. The tables and chairs are over there, so you can sit down.”

“This is stirring up trouble,” Meng Wange frowned. Her impression was stuck on the provocations from some journalists at previous events.

The production team had actually agreed to let journalists interview them today.

The guests sat in a row of seats while the journalists sat in several rows below, in a good position for filming.

As soon as they were seated, journalists gradually began to surround them and ask questions, “Sang Emperor, there is a rumor that you are seeking Sang Qiao’s forgiveness and even made Sang Jiao move out of the Sang Family. Is this true? If so, as her sister, does your family really treat you differently?”

It was an explosive question to start with, and everyone unconsciously held their breath, focused and waiting for his response.

Sang Shen clenched his hands into fists on the table, his face displeased as he looked up at the journalist who posed the question.

“Jiaojiao chose to go out on her own to become independent. I did do something for which I am seeking forgiveness from Qiaoqiao, and our family has a good relationship. I hope everyone will not report irresponsibly.”

“Is that so, Miss Sang Qiao?” The journalist continued as if he had not seen his threatening demeanor.

“No, I won’t forgive, and I have long been unrelated to the Sang Family,” Sang Qiao’s clear eyes glanced at her with an indifferent expression, showing no emotion.

The journalist, thinking she was an easy target, pressed on, “Miss Sang Qiao, what could possibly make you so ruthless towards your own family? Have you ever wondered if you’re just being too sensitive?”

“No, I don’t think I’m wrong. But you—haven’t you ever doubted your ability to speak?”

Sang Qiao’s red lips curved into a smile, her posture relaxed as she leaned back in the chair, her attitude casual as if the person before her was just a clown.

She raised an eyebrow, “Are you done asking? If so, let’s change. Are you the only journalist here?”

“Miss Sang Qiao, do you have such malice towards me because you find my words offensive?” the journalist persisted.

“Knowing that they’re offensive, yet you still say them?” Si Chenli’s distinguished palm rested on the table, his long fingers rhythmically tapping, creating a sound neither loud nor soft.

Each tap sounded like a warning, causing the journalist who spoke to shudder involuntarily.

Bowing his head, he stepped back, not expecting Mr. Si to speak up for Sang Qiao. Weren’t they just partners? Moreover, Sang Qiao had dumped Mr. Si before—did this man not care at all?

However, at this moment, there wasn’t time for her to ponder further, as the journalists on the field barely gave her a chance to speak.

The other journalists pushed her away with disdain, her face flushed with anger, yet she couldn’t do anything about it.

She had asked such pointed questions to stir up an explosive topic, unaware that Mr. Si would side with Sang Qiao.

The guests seemed much more stable and temperate without her present.

“Miss Sang Qiao, you truly have a natural beauty, and it’s clear that you and Miss Sang Jiao are from the same family. Although there’s a year difference between you, you both look as alike as twins.”

Sang Jiao’s face turned pale when the reporter asked this, as she didn’t believe that Sang Qiao would speak kindly on her behalf!

Sang Shen naturally noticed this and frowned at the reporter, “This is a love reality show; ask relevant questions. Don’t always revolve the topic around our family.”

“Sorry, sorry, it’s my fault,” the reporter apologized profusely, her face red. She had only intended to compliment them.

Just when Sang Jiao was about to sigh in relief,

a sweet female voice suddenly spoke up: “It’s okay, it’s not a question that can’t be discussed. She and I don’t share the same blood, and as for faces, wouldn’t they resemble each other after surgery?”

Sang Qiao spoke in a measured tone as if stating a fact, yet her words successfully stunned everyone present.

That day in the club when Sang Qiao said something similar, people were still skeptical, but now they were completely convinced.

“Sang Qiao!” Sang Jiao cried out in fright, forgetting to pretend and draw their relationship closer.

“Did I say something wrong? Didn’t we go do the paternity test that day?” Sang Qiao asked, poised and composed.

She didn’t care about the title of Miss of the Sang family, but she didn’t want to bear certain responsibilities and a bad reputation.

Hadn’t Sang Jiao let the marketing accounts release news multiple times that she had her face fashioned after hers, as if she didn’t know?

She simply hadn’t pursued the matter back then, but now, Sang Qiao didn’t want the outside world to continue thinking she changed her appearance to look like Sang Jiao.

“I never would have guessed that the beloved Sang Jiao was just an adopted daughter, and even her face was crafted to mimic the legitimate daughter?”

“Could it be because of this adopted daughter that Sang Qiao left the Sang family and never returned?”

The reporters spoke to each other in low tones, buzzing about the topic.

Sang Jiao clenched her hands into fists, her eyes reddening in an instant, “No… it’s not like that. Second brother, you have to explain to everyone, that’s not the truth.”

“Yes, Sang Emperor, please tell us, is Sang Jiao your biological sister, or is Sang Qiao?”

The reporter’s gazes suddenly all turned towards Sang Shen, with cameras fixated on them in fear of missing any key information.

Sang Shen showed a troubled expression and opened his mouth, unsure how to explain without hurting one of them.

“Do I need to ask about something everyone in the circle already knows?” Si Chenli said indifferently, tossing out this line.

The crowd went wild in an instant; if Mr. Si had spoken, then the truth of Sang Jiao being an adopted daughter couldn’t be false.

Seeing the truth revealed, Sang Jiao completely lost control of her emotions. She struggled to lash out, “Sang Qiao, you clearly promised us you wouldn’t let this information leak.”

Sang Shen was quicker to act, stopping her, “Jiaojiao, calm down! Even if you are an adopted daughter, in our hearts, there is no difference between you and a biological daughter, others won’t look down on you!”

Hearing these words, Sang Jiao finally regained control of her emotions, trembling as she asked, “Second brother, you’ll always treat me as your sister, right?”

“Yes, whether it’s you or Qiaoqiao, you are both my sisters,” Sang Shen said soothingly. “Even though Qiaoqiao hasn’t forgiven me yet, that’s okay. I can wait. I believe that one day our family will reconcile.”

As Sang Shen spoke, a tinge of bitterness couldn’t help but surface in his heart.