Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Sang Shen listens to you, please talk to him

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Sang Shen’s people had also told him everything that Sang Jiao had said to his elder brother today. He switched out from the page with the reporter and instead sent a message to a group of bodyguards.

That night, Sang Jiao was bagged and beaten up, but of course, those are later events.

At this moment, the weather was clear, the sun hung high in the sky, bathing the ground in yellow light, Sang Shen was tightly wrapped in his own thoughts; it had been quite a few days since he last saw Sang Qiao.

He followed her advice and visited his grandfather more often, and he stayed away from loitering outside her family’s company.

But he had been filming for a long time, was exhausted, and desperately wanted to see her to continue shooting. His vision was blurry, and he didn’t know how long he had been standing there.

The place where he stood was also far from Sang Qiao’s villa; even if her car returned, he would at most catch a glimpse of the taillights.

“Sang Emperor, shall we go to the hospital first? You have a fever.” The agent was extremely anxious, as Sang Shen had been feverish since the shoot, and if this dragged on, he truly feared that the Sang Emperor’s mind would be affected.

“Not urgent.” Sang Shen still stood upright, gazing blankly at the road.

The scenery before him grew increasingly blurry, until he collapsed to the ground, weak-legged, and the agent hurried to support him, reaching into his pocket to call the driver to come and pick them up.

Sang Shen leaned against his agent, holding his hand to prevent him from making the call.

Everything in his eyes was blurred, and for some reason, he just wanted to see Sang Qiao today; his heart felt panicked and uneasy, and he eagerly wished to see her.

“Just wait a bit longer.”

“Sang Emperor, your temperature is very high, we can’t wait any longer.” The agent was incredibly worried, and he didn’t understand where the sick Sang Emperor found the strength to press down so hard that he couldn’t move.

Sang Shen gradually lost strength and slid down to the ground, reaching out to grasp at something, but he couldn’t hold onto anything.

It seemed as if an image of Sang Qiao returning home that year appeared before his eyes; she looked at Sang Jiao on the sofa, perplexed, and asked him, “Second Brother, who is this person? Why does she look so much like me; have you really… accepted another sister?”

She’s nothing, nothing like you at all, we haven’t accepted her.

Second Brother regretted it…

The agent, seeing the Sang Emperor lying on the ground, headache-inducingly made the call to the driver; it was all such a mess.

Not working was one thing, but the moment he worked, he was more involved than anything else, ruining his health, and what’s key was that all the money was donated out, often not even eating, as if… he had no hope for life.

At this moment, all the agent could hope for was that Sang Qiao would soften a little, even just saying a kind word would do.

When Sang Shen’s driver came to pick him up, it was by chance that the vehicles of him and Sang Qiao passed each other side by side.

In that instant, they were so close, yet so far apart.

Inside Sang Qiao’s villa.

Shangguan Yuan had arranged to meet her in the living room ahead of time, and Xiao’an had poured him some water.

When Sang Qiao returned, he looked up, “Qiao, you’re finally back. If you were any later, I would have left.”

“I already told the driver to hurry,” Sang Qiao walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite him.

Shangguan Yuan didn’t waste time with small talk either, and pushed the gold-wire framed glasses on the table, “I need to go back for a bit, do you want to come with me? My brother surely misses you as well.”

“Give him my regards.” Sang Qiao thought of L and felt nostalgic; the person who had saved her life had faded from her life for a long while.

“Asking nicely won’t do any good, but I have another question, when do you and Mr. Si plan to break up?”

Shangguan Yuan asked casually, his eyes carefully observing Sang Qiao’s expression, needing to know just how deep Sang Qiao’s feelings for Si Chenli really were.

If it was just a love affair of a few years, then it wouldn’t matter, his brother was still young and could wait.

“I have no plans to break up, and don’t bring this up again.” Sang Qiao’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Shangguan Yuan’s fingers, which lay casually on his thigh, drummed unconsciously at the firm tone of her voice…

However, he couldn’t expose his brother’s feelings. Shangguan Yuan quickly dropped the serious facade and smiled, “I’m just smitten with you, trying to find out. If you break up, please let me know first; if not, I’ll let go and wish you happiness.”

“You’d be more believable if you said you had your eye on Rose Entertainment.” Sang Qiao couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.

“You got me,” Shangguan Yuan said coolly. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for his brother; to have been with someone for so many years, and to suffer from unrequited love without even daring to speak of it.

He looked up, “Really won’t come back with me for a visit?”

“Maybe next time.”

“Alright, I should be back in about a week,” Shangguan Yuan estimated the family matters would only take a few days to solve, and if it weren’t for his brother being so busy at the hospital, he probably wouldn’t need to go back at all.

For a moment he didn’t know whether or not to tell his brother about Sang Qiao already being in a relationship.

When Shangguan Yuan had originally revealed he was coming back, his most important reason for working beside Sang Qiao was to keep an eye on her for his brother, but chances to see each other at the same company were rare, not to mention knowing what Sang Qiao did every day, and whom she met with.

Especially since Sang Qiao only had eyes for her career, gradually, he put this concern to the back of his mind, never expecting to suddenly see news of Sang Qiao together with Si Chenli.

With anyone else, his brother could have handled it well, but Si Chenli was a difficult man.

“Ok.” After seeing him out, just after finishing dinner, her phone rang with a lingering tone.

It was a call from Grandpa.

As soon as she answered, she heard Old Mr. Sang Senior’s voice, aged several years overnight.

“Sang Shen has been hospitalized, running a high fever. His agent said he hasn’t been eating recently, sleeping less than four hours a day, since he stopped staying at your company…”

“So what does Grandpa want me to do?” Sang Qiao asked in a tone that was neither cold nor warm.

On the other end, Mr. Sang Senior fell silent instantly. When those four rakish young men had mistreated Sang Qiao, he hadn’t bothered to intervene at all.

And now, to ask Sang Qiao to come and check on Sang Shen seemed overly partial.

At that time, he hadn’t foreseen those four hoodlums being so cruel, and he was still mourning the loss of his wife. He simply didn’t have the energy to deal with anything else.

Mr. Sang Senior’s voice trembled, “He listens to you; if you tell him to come back and keep me company, he will, no matter how busy he is each day, sit with me for an hour.”

“Hmm,” Sang Qiao showed little reaction.

Seeing that his hint was ineffective, Mr. Sang Senior had no choice but to ask directly, “Tell him to take care of himself, to eat properly, sleep on time, not to work too hard. A text message would do, he will listen to anything from you; at the very least, don’t let him ruin his health like this.”

“Ok.”

“Qiaoqiao, Grandpa is sorry, our whole family is sorry to you.”

Mr. Sang Senior’s voice trembled uncontrollably; he was acutely aware that as he made these requests of Sang Qiao, he probably also marked himself as less close in her heart.

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