After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 74 - : Si Chenli: Exchange or Not?

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Si Chenli: Exchange or Not?

“No need, I can buy it myself if I want to.” Sang Qiao dropped this remark without looking back and followed the crowd onto the program crew’s car, her silhouette decisive and resolute.

Sang Siyang watched as her figure gradually disappeared before his eyes, holding the pendant in a daze, his fingertips still faintly feeling the pain.

He had specifically chosen a better quality cord to weave it, which was also rather stiff, his fingertips were covered in several abrasions, but as long as he thought about it being for Qiaoqiao, he was very happy.

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But now, he realized he had been happy too soon, Qiaoqiao was not accepting his gift at all, she had never even used the card he gave her.

It might have even been thrown away, but Sang Siyang had no intention of getting it replaced. He harbored the fantasy that Qiaoqiao was just keeping it aside, sure that she would use it when she needed it.

It didn’t matter to him that he didn’t have any money on him, the club provided meals and accommodation, he could choose not to buy clothes and just wear the club’s uniform. He turned down all team gatherings that required spending money.

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“Yang God, your little sister seems to have quite the temper, huh? If she doesn’t want the pendant, why not give it to Jiaojiao? Jiaojiao is good-natured and obedient.”

The other members couldn’t help but voice their reassurance upon seeing his despondent state.

“Qiaoqiao has a good temper. Even if she doesn’t want my gift and throws it away, I won’t give it to anyone else. Don’t speak ill of Qiaoqiao anymore.”

Sang Siyang’s expression was serious, tinged with a barely concealed irritation.

He did not engage further with this person, instead, he quickened his pace back to his own place. He still planned to make a small bear for Qiaoqiao out of wool.

“Why so serious? We never saw him care so much about Jiaojiao before.”

That person muttered as he watched Sang Siyang’s retreating figure, failing to comprehend.

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On the bus.

Sang Shen sat behind Sang Qiao. He reached forward to tap the back of Si Chenli’s seat, “Mr. Si, could I switch places with you? I have something to say to Qiaoqiao.”

Si Chenli didn’t answer but turned to look at the young girl leaning against the inside, his lips curving slightly, “Switch or not?”

“Don’t switch.” Sang Qiao stopped playing her game right away, pressed down on his arm, and her pretty, big eyes stared at him with a hint of dominance.

She really didn’t want to talk to Sang Shen for even a moment longer, yet here he was, persistently bothering her.

“So fierce?” Si Chenli chuckled for the first time at this lively side of her.

Sang Qiao sensed his teasing, turned her head away, and continued playing her game.

Not even looking back, Si Chenli’s tone was cold, “Not switching.”

“Mr. Si, you…” Sang Shen gritted his teeth, feeling like this man wasn’t planning to switch places at all, but he also didn’t flat out refuse him—it was clear he was doing this on purpose to talk to Qiaoqiao!

The more Sang Shen thought about it, the more certain he felt in his analysis, and he mentally noted to absolutely avoid mentioning anything related to Qiaoqiao through Si Chenli next time.

No matter how frustrated he felt inside, Si Chenli was unperturbed, even sitting very close to Qiaoqiao!

And to top it off, Qiaoqiao was completely oblivious to Si Chenli’s ulterior motives, conversing with him happily!

Sang Shen felt like his lungs were about to explode!

Was there anything more aggravating than having one’s own sister sitting right in front of oneself, cozying up to another man, and not being able to do anything about it?

“Brother Shen, we haven’t posted on Weibo for business in a long time. According to the contract we discussed with the company before, shouldn’t we post something?” Liang Meng Yun felt a tinge of sourness in her heart.

The Sang Emperor was always so unrestrained when it came to being kind to others, even a bit childish at times.

It used to be Sang Jiao, and now it is Sang Qiao. Even though they were family, Liang Meng Yun still felt envious and even greedily fantasized that one day her turn would come.

“Go ahead and post,” Sang Shen replied with a cold demeanor, retweeting the text that Liang Meng Yun had drafted as if checking off a task, adding a heart emoji before considering it done.

The camera in the car was positioned quite far, so there was no need to worry about their conversation being caught on film; viewers could only see their closely seated silhouettes and faces.

Liang Meng Yun V: [So happy to be sitting on the bus, watching the scenery with Brother Shen~] The photo showed Sang Shen sitting in a gaming chair, deeply focused on the game he was playing.

Sang Shen V: [Retweet @Liang Meng Yun’s Weibo, (heart emoji)]

[Oh my, so sweet, a love triangle is too crowded, Sister Meng Yun, you should step back.]

[Brother Shen, can you not sound more perfunctory? At least say a few words!]

[I always feel Liang Meng Yun is overdoing it, while the Sang Emperor is so indifferent, like he’s being forced to do business.]

The netizens had various comments; many could sense the Sang Emperor’s perfunctory attitude, but they couldn’t withstand the overwhelming number of CP fans blindly searching for sweetness to indulge in.

Sang Shen had no interest in reading the comments and instead clicked on Sang Qiao’s Weibo. She had only two posts, both from when they were confronting each other online.

So much time had passed, and she hadn’t updated anything, nor had she followed him back…

Sang Qiao’s followers surged rapidly. In just the time since the reality dating show began, they had grown from five million to over ten million.

If they hadn’t forced Sang Qiao to leave the industry back then, perhaps… Sang Qiao’s situation might have been even better now? Maybe even surpassing his.

Thinking this, Sang Shen fell into deep self-blame and also felt a sense of powerlessness.

Agent: [Brother Shen, are you really going to terminate the contract with Brother Nanfeng? The contract and such have all been negotiated on my end, and once you sign, it will officially be terminated, with a breach penalty of a hundred million.]

Sang Shen: [Yes, terminate it.]

Agent: [Brother Shen, I’ve been with you for so many years, and I truly consider you a friend. I think family issues could be resolved with a good talk; there’s no need to reach a point of such mutual destruction through contract termination.]

Sang Shen: [It’s precisely because we can’t come to an agreement that I want to terminate. Stop wasting words and get it done for me. I’ll transfer the penalty to the company account.]

After replying to these messages, Sang Shen exited the page, turned off his phone, and peered through the gap between the seats to catch a glimpse of Sang Qiao’s focused half-face, her curled eyelashes fluttering.

He didn’t know what game she was playing, but she looked serious and well-behaved, much gentler than when she raised her voice against him, and from time to time she spoke with Si Chenli.

This scene truly made Sang Shen envious. He clenched his phone without showing any emotion, telling himself that things would get better soon.

He had prepared a birthday banquet for her, and surprise gifts. She would forgive him.

The vehicle continued until it stopped at the Siheyuan, where everyone got off one by one.

Sang Jiao, however, walked mysteriously toward the back of the courtyard, ensuring that the cameras didn’t follow before she relaxed.

She held her phone and called Mrs. Sang, and the other side quickly picked up.

“Mom, I feel like my brothers are on really good terms with Qiaoqiao. They’re all persuading Qiaoqiao to come home, asking for her forgiveness. If she comes back, does that mean I’ll become redundant in the Sang family?”

As she spoke, Sang Jiao couldn’t help but cry, her voice sounding pitifully tearful.