After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 207: How Cruel, Not Even a Last Look is Granted

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: How Cruel, Not Even a Last Look is Granted

"There’s also a part about her grandfather and grandmother," Shangguan Lin gave him the answer, his back turned.

What he didn’t say was that there should also be something about Si Chenli, only they didn’t know what it was. Sang Qiao had kept that part very secret, and he also deliberately didn’t tell him.

If Mr. Si would thus let go of Sang Qiao, it would be a good thing for him.

"Is there nothing else?" Sang Siyang clearly knew he was not in Qiaoqiao’s heart.

But to the moment of her death, she hadn’t left anything for them, cutting his heart like a knife.

"There is nothing else."

After Shangguan Lin left, only these three words remained in Sang Siyang’s head: there is nothing else...

Qiaoqiao left nothing for them.

What made him feel even worse was that Qiaoqiao didn’t seek hope for treatment, and now he didn’t know where she went; she wouldn’t even let them see her for one last time.

Sang Siyang truly felt, at this moment, that he couldn’t find Qiaoqiao... He had no idea where she could have gone.

Returning to the rendezvous from the hospital that he and his three other brothers had agreed upon, Sang Nanfeng and the others had no news.

But seeing the expression on Sang Siyang’s face, they knew he must know something.

"Qiaoqiao she..." Sang Shen moved his lips, wanting to ask but afraid to speak, afraid to hear the answer he dreaded.

"There’s no hope for her treatment; she will soon be gone." Sang Siyang’s face stayed calm as he raised his head to look at his three older brothers, unable to repress the urge to laugh.

Now they knew fear and care, but why were they so petty in the first place about Qiaoqiao’s studying abroad without informing them, without contacting them?

"Siyang, don’t joke about this," Sang Qingran’s brow furrowed, fear blossoming in his heart for the first time. He hadn’t even had the chance to make amends or apologize, how could she just leave everything behind?

"Then just take it as a joke." Sang Siyang stepped forward, intending to leave.

Sang Nanfeng reached out and grabbed his wrist, "Fourth brother, what exactly happened, tell us clearly, don’t speak to us so harshly, we are all distressed by this."

"If it weren’t for your petty calculations from the start, if you and Second Brother hadn’t agreed to accept Jiaojiao out of spite, our family wouldn’t have had so many issues afterwards, and what I hate the most is the two of you. Qiaoqiao couldn’t contact us, and what about you? You were proud and complacent, thinking you shouldn’t bow down to contact her!"

Sang Siyang’s whole body was shaking. He hated it, hated that he followed them in isolating Qiaoqiao, leaving her with no hope for that family, for them.

He hated even more the day when Qiaoqiao was waiting at the club’s entrance, filled with joy, and he, listening to Second Brother’s advice, went away with Jiaojiao instead and gave the ticket to Jiaojiao.

If he had been a bit more resolved, if he had just left Sang Jiao to find Qiaoqiao.

If only he hadn’t coldly watched as Second Brother forced Qiaoqiao to kneel, to give Sang Jiao a blood transfusion, to move out of her room. There were too many small things he couldn’t clearly remember now, but he faintly remembered he’d felt pity many times in his heart, yet never spoke up.

"I..." Sang Nanfeng opened his mouth but couldn’t muster a word in rebuttal.

"I am sorry to Qiaoqiao, it is me who should die, not her. Now, Fourth Brother, can you first tell me where Qiaoqiao is?"

Sang Shen’s eyes were red-rimmed; he knew his own cowardice and incompetence. These days, he didn’t know how many times he had secretly shed tears.

Qiaoqiao had been in danger several times for him, but how had he repaid her? It wasn’t Qiaoqiao who should die, it was him.

"I don’t know where she went, either. In the end, during that time, she didn’t want to see us, and she left us nothing in her will," Sang Siyang’s voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.

How cruel that is, not even willing to mention them in her will, not even to entrust them to take good care of Grandpa would have been better than such ruthlessness. As long as it was Qiaoqiao who spoke the words, they would do it, even at the risk of their lives.

But Qiaoqiao would no longer make requests of them...

"No... it can’t be possible, she was cured, how could..." Sang Nanfeng murmured, the sharp pain in his chest drowning out all other sounds to his ears.

He was nearly unable to hear the world anymore.

"Yes, she’s lying to us again, is that the answer you are satisfied with? Do you want to isolate her, distance her from us again? We didn’t even give her a reason. That year, when she came back and saw our estrangement, how hurt she must have felt in her heart. She couldn’t even understand why, after coming back from the brink of death, she wasn’t faced with brothers who loved her."

Sang Siyang crouched on the ground, his back bent. He was in pain—why didn’t he have any opinion of his own? He clearly didn’t mind Qiaoqiao’s leaving without a word, nor did he care that she didn’t keep in touch.

Seeing her return that day, his heart was indescribably happy. Why was he so spineless, just going along with whatever his older brothers said...

"If she comes back this time, I will kneel and apologize..." Sang Shen’s voice was hoarse, his chest so tight he couldn’t catch his breath.

She was born to be the pampered young lady of the Sang Family; it was their fault for being too petty.

"Let’s find Qiaoqiao first, even if it’s for the last time," Sang Qingran’s countenance was much calmer than theirs, only the crimson rims of his eyes betrayed his emotions.

"We wouldn’t be able to find her; we never really understood her, much less knew her likes and dislikes..."

Sang Siyang bowed his head to hide the tears on his face. He knew all too well that if Qiaoqiao didn’t want to be found, they might never even see her body.

And her refusal to see Grandpa for the last time meant she intended to forever conceal the news of her departure.

"Let’s go back first," Sang Nanfeng said in a soothing manner, patting his youngest brother’s shoulder as he walked.

Sang Siyang wiped the tears from his face, stood up without looking at his three older brothers, and strode away from there. He hated himself, and he equally hated them.

It was impossible to speak to them civilly at such a time.

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Upon returning to the Sang Family home, Sang Shen found Mrs. Sang in the room, playing with Sang Qiao’s childhood toys. He swept all the toys onto the floor with one motion.

Sang Shen’s hands were clenched tight into fists, his eyes red with blood vessels.

Mrs. Sang was startled, for a moment almost believing her son meant to strike her.

She backed away a few steps, staring at her son with bewilderment and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Qiaoqiao is about to die. You’ve been wishing her dead for over a decade now, are you pleased now? She won’t even see us for the last time, not planning to leave an intact body behind."

Sang Shen’s hands were clenched tightly, overwhelmed with rage that filled his chest and made his body tremble violently. In his eyes was only hatred.

For the first time in his life, he thought that if Sang Qiao’s mother had not been Mrs. Sang, she would have been better off. Being so well-behaved and sensible, another family would surely have cherished her.

"Shen’er, what are you talking about?" Mrs. Sang was taken aback and could not believe it.

She had seen so many recent news stories about Sang Qiao, living so joyfully, successful in her career, with only better times ahead. How could it be so sudden...