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Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Sang Nanfeng speaks with conviction, “Third brother, you still despise Qiaoqiao.

Liang Qiran was pacing back and forth outside the villa’s gate, waiting for his father and sister to come out.

He turned his head and saw two women walking side by side, the one who spoke less occasionally showing a faint smile. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, with a petite delicate face the size of a palm. Her eyes were bright, incredibly attractive.

Her red lips parted and closed, and her curled eyelashes fluttered, like a fairy who had accidentally wandered into the mortal realm.

The two of them didn’t stop beside him at all, and as they were about to pass by him, he suddenly reached out to block their path.

“Um… hello, can I add you on some platform? I’m the young master of the Liang family.”

Meng Jiahe’s first reaction upon hearing this introduction was, oh, the young master of the Liang family known for his misdeeds.

And his eyes were fixed intently on Sang Qiao, the implication was clear to anyone.

“No,” Sang Qiao curtly refused, and walked straight past him.

After they walked away, Liang Qiran annoyed, smacked his own head. By asking for her contact information like that, would the fairy think he was some creepy old lecher?

It was really too abrupt!

Meng Jiahe walked away before saying, “That young master of the Liang family isn’t bad-looking, and you still don’t fancy him. What kind of man do you like then? You’ve been single since birth for so many years, haven’t you lost interest in men?”

“I have a boyfriend now.”

“Are you joking with me? When did this happen, and who is it from which family?” Meng Jiahe was half-doubtful.

Sang Qiao spoke unhurriedly, “Yesterday, Si Chenli.”

“…Are you kidding me?” Meng Jiahe truly found it hard to believe now!

She had just been worrying about what Si Chenli’s feelings for her were and how to reject him, and now, after how short a time, they were together?

“It’s true. On the day of the avalanche, his first reaction wasn’t to run, but to protect me.”

Sang Qiao nodded calmly, with not a hint of joking.

Meng Jiahe chuckled dryly, “You’re not with him because you were moved, are you?”

“No, it’s because I like him.”

“…What is this between you? A reconciliation after a break, but does he really like you? It’s not because of…” Meng Jiahe didn’t finish her sentence, but they both understood.

She watched dramas and read novels every day, she couldn’t help but overthink this kind of relationship.

“I believe him,” Sang Qiao laughed softly, her tone serious.

“I wish you both happiness.” Meng Jiahe didn’t say much more; she had known Sang Qiao for so long and understood her temperament. Once Sang Qiao made up her mind, not even ten bulls could pull her back.

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When Sang Nanfeng arrived at the place where Sang Jiao was currently living, he heard laughter inside and saw three people sitting around a table through the window.

His mother’s face was filled with doting for Sang Jiao, and he couldn’t help but feel sorrow for Sang Qiao.

If only his mother were willing to be this good to Qiaoqiao. No, even one-tenth of this attention would probably satisfy Qiaoqiao.

Sang Nanfeng took a deep breath, stopped thinking about it, and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Mrs. Sang’s voice came through as she walked over to open the door.

As soon as the door opened and she saw Sang Nanfeng, her face immediately fell, “What are you here for?”

“I’m here to see how you all are doing,” Sang Nanfeng answered reluctantly, striding directly into the room.

“Big brother, have you eaten? Would you like to sit down and eat with us?” Sang Jiao, with a pleasing smile plastered on her face, stood up and was about to fetch him a bowl and chopsticks.

“No need to fuss, I’m just here to ask why you want so many shares of the Sang Family’s company. Jiaojiao, we’ve never shorted you on food or clothes, and you’ve definitely not lacked for money.”

Sang Nanfeng cut straight to the point, finding her smile all the more irksome at that moment.

This lower-tier “Qiaoqiao” face with its ingratiating smile was truly annoying.

Sang Jiao’s inner turmoil spiked at the questioning. Her fingers clenched tightly together, and she quickly conjured a response, her eyes reddening as she stared at him.

“I…I just want some security. I have no blood ties with you all and the Sang Family doesn’t acknowledge me. Now none of you recognize me anymore, and I’m scared…”

“Nanfeng, is it because Sang Qiao said something to you? Let me tell you, Jiaojiao would never hurt us. She has the shares because I gave them to her willingly!”

Mrs. Sang could not stand to see Jiaojiao aggrieved and immediately positioned herself protectively in front of her.

Sang Qingran also set down his chopsticks, “Big brother, just because you care about Qiaoqiao, it doesn’t mean you should hold such malice towards Jiaojiao. It was us who acknowledged Jiaojiao’s status by our own admission; now that you’re abandoning her, it’s normal for her to feel insecure.”

Sang Nanfeng’s brows knitted together as he was met with both of them defending Sang Jiao. He turned, puzzled, to look at his younger brother.

Hadn’t all the misunderstandings from that year been cleared up? Why did he still reject Qiaoqiao so much?

“Qingran, I’d really like to know what Sang Jiao has done to make you care about her so much. Haven’t you ever considered she might be deceiving you? Remember, it was Sang Qiao who was the attending doctor, while Sang Jiao just took her place. Also, remember the kidnapper incident? It was she who deliberately said things that led our second brother to misunderstand Qiaoqiao!”

Sang Jiao, with these accusations aired in front of her Third Brother, felt her whole body trembling involuntarily.

“I know all of that, so what? Hasn’t Jiaojiao explained herself to you?” Sang Qingran’s gaze was indifferent, seemingly unsurprised.

“You still disdain Qiaoqiao, what’s your reason?” Sang Nanfeng asked assertively, intently studying his younger brother’s face for clues.

Sang Qingran’s lips curled into a smirk, a hint of mockery in his eyes, “Does disliking someone need a reason?”

“You!”

Mrs. Sang spoke out sarcastically, “Alright, Nanfeng, if you have nothing else, you should leave. Don’t keep thinking that everyone should find Sang Qiao appealing and be fond of her.”

Sang Nanfeng let out a cold laugh, staring at his mother, “If it’s you who dislikes Sang Qiao, I have nothing to ask. After all, you’ve always been inexplicable. But Third Brother is different; he was very fond of Qiaoqiao, our sister, when we were kids.”

“Nanfeng! I am your mother. How can you speak to me like that? Without me, would there be a Sang Qiao?”

Mrs. Sang was raging, were her sons all there to provoke her? Even the Fourth Brother was the same the other day, speaking with no regard for her feelings!

“Big brother, as you said, that was when we were children. If you’re only here to talk about Sang Qiao, then you can leave now. We’re not interested in continuing any conversation related to her.”

Sang Qingran’s expression was as tranquil as still water, nobody noticing the fleeting sneer in his eyes.

He had given Sang Qiao too many hopes, all of which had let him down, making him feel foolish.

He had gone to see her, and even when Sang Qiao came back, he was kind to her, brought her gifts, waited for her to come explaining, even probing her.

Sang Qingran had thought, as long as Sang Qiao explained, even if it was fabricated, he wouldn’t check and would believe her unconditionally.

But what about Sang Qiao? She threw away the gifts he gave, wouldn’t offer any explanations, always deflecting and evading his questions.