Chapter 104: What Solution Is There

Lu Wenchuan glanced down and saw that the call was from his grandfather. He froze for a moment. “Excuse me, I need to take this call.”

“All right.” Sang Yijia had noticed as well, but chose not to mention it.

It wasn’t long after Lu Wenchuan sent his message that the Sang family arrived.

Sang’s mother was the first to rush in, hurrying straight to Sang Yijia’s side and hugging her tightly. “Jiajia, Jiajia, you’ve finally woken up.”

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Sang Yijia’s memories had returned—more than twenty years of her past came flooding back. She truly had grown up with the Sang family.

However, the timing of her awakenings had always been different, making it impossible for her to fully accept them as true family or to openly express her genuine feelings.

Before she entered the book, Sang Yijia had longed for familial affection, but the orphanage director told her it was lost and urged her to focus on the future.

Later, she yearned for friendship, and during her university years, she rarely refused the requests of classmates or roommates.

Eventually, Sang Yijia realized that both family and friendship cannot be forced. If she found them, she would cherish them; if not, she would let them go.

Now, seeing her mother crying so bitterly, Sang Yijia felt her heart twist with pain. “Mom, I’m fine.”

“Don’t cry.”

Hearing his wife’s sobs, Sang Zheng couldn’t help but wipe at his own tears. “Jiajia’s awake—we should be happy.”

Yet his tears were uncontrollable; at first just a few, but as soon as he spoke, they flowed like a river, unstoppable.

Sang Qiwu hurried to grab a pack of tissues and handed them over. “Dad, don’t cry.”

“Our little sister’s fine, she’s not dead or anything.”

Sang Qiwen smacked him on the back of the head. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”

“Dad, Mom, big brother, second brother, please step outside first so we can do a check-up.” Sang Qibo came over, still catching his breath, but before his family he was always the calmest.

So, Sang Qibo straightened his clothes, quietly composed himself, and then entered the room.

“Third brother, I thought you’d already come in.” Sang Qiwu, nursing his sore head, quickly dodged aside, afraid Sang Qibo might hit him too.

“Third brother, why are you here as well?” Sang Yijia still didn’t understand what had happened—her entire family was here.

She blinked, wondering if, after altering the main plot of the book, the Master might no longer tolerate her and intended for her to die of cancer.

Feeling uneasy, Sang Yijia licked her lips and looked down at her mother. “Mom, what’s wrong with me?”

“Jiajia, you’re fine.” Her mother calmed herself, wiped the tears from her eyes, and gently shook her head, then hugged Sang Yijia again. “All your tests came back normal.”

“Really?” Sang Yijia was half convinced, half doubtful. She looked up at her third brother, hoping to glean something from his expression, but Sang Qibo remained cold and unreadable.

“Dad, Mom, big brother, second brother, please go out—third brother needs to examine me.” Sang Yijia took a deep breath, preparing herself mentally.

Sang Qibo joined in persuading, “Mom, go comfort Dad. Little sister’s fine.”

“Fine.” Sang’s mother glanced at Sang Zheng, who was sobbing like a folk heroine, and her expression hardened. She twisted his ear. “Why are you crying?”

“Our daughter is perfectly fine.”

“Wife…” Sang Zheng protested, “I just couldn’t hold it in.”

Sang Qiwen massaged his temples, grateful that this floor was a top-tier VIP suite with no nurses or doctors around.

“Dad, take a moment.” Sang Qiwen drew several tissues from Sang Zheng’s hand and passed them to him. “You’ll need to visit little sister again in a bit.”

“If you keep crying, she’ll worry even more.”

Sang Zheng stopped crying instantly, as if flipping a switch. “You’re right.”

“Jiajia just woke up—let’s not give her more to fret about.”

Inside the hospital room.

Sang Qibo closed the door, holding the medical chart as he looked at Sang Yijia. “How are you feeling now?”

“I’m fine, nothing’s wrong.” Sang Yijia had simply visited the Master’s consciousness to review the plot.

Now, the story was a blank slate.

The Master said it could no longer control the direction of the tale.

From here on, Sang Yijia would have to finish the story herself.

As for how it would end, the Master didn’t know either—everything would unfold naturally.

“Did you feel any discomfort before you lost consciousness?” Sang Qibo’s brow furrowed as he listened to her, then asked the next question.

Sang Yijia nodded, “Just a sudden darkness before my eyes.”

She paused, then recalled something. “Actually, I was somewhat aware right after arriving at the hospital.”

“But later, I lost all sense.”

“It felt like being locked in a pitch-black room.”

Sang Qibo nodded, signaling her to go on.

—

In the hospital corridor, the windows were always open. The night breeze blew in, lifting the stray hairs on Lu Wenchuan’s forehead.

“Grandfather,” Lu Wenchuan knew the old man must have been watching the livestream at home, and had heard about Sang Yijia’s coma. “Jiajia’s awake, nothing’s wrong.”

Lu’s grandfather had been about to ask what had happened, but upon hearing the good news, he relaxed completely. “As long as she’s awake.”

“I’ve arranged a flight for tomorrow,” Lu’s grandfather continued, “It’s time we clarified things with the Sang family.”

Years ago, after learning that Sang Yijia had lost her memory, the Sang family had requested that Lu Wenchuan not visit her. Lu’s grandfather had understood their protective approach.

Of course, his grandson had felt guilty, and for years had kept an eye on news about the Sang family’s girl. Lu’s grandfather knew this.

What he hadn’t expected was that Lu Wenchuan would develop feelings for her.

“Grandfather, I’ll handle my own matters,” Lu Wenchuan replied firmly.

Lu’s grandfather was displeased. “How will you handle it?”

“Are you going to beg the Sang family for forgiveness?” he said angrily. “Our family doesn’t grovel for forgiveness!”

Lu Wenchuan retorted, “And you, Grandfather?”

“How will you speak to the Sang family?”

“Will you use power to make them submit?” If the Sang family could be forced, they wouldn’t have made that request all those years ago.

Lu’s grandfather was suddenly at a loss.

“Grandfather,” Lu Wenchuan softened his tone, “I’ll take care of it.”

“Please, trust me.”

Lu’s grandfather didn’t respond.

Lu Wenchuan looked up at the starless night sky, seeing only a thin cloud drifting by. Soon, the darkness revealed a small crescent moon.

Amber and hazy.

Utterly unreal.

Just like that night, so many years ago.

If Lu’s grandfather had known of Lu Wenchuan’s intention to marry into the Sang family, he would never have claimed indifference! He regretted it now.

(End of chapter)