Chapter 105: You Need to Rest

No one knew how long the silence lasted before Old Master Lu finally relented. “Since that’s how it is, I won’t interfere in your affairs anymore.”

Lu Wenchuan let out a gentle sigh. “Grandfather, that’s not what I meant.”

“That’s exactly what you meant!” Old Master Lu’s tone grew irritable. He turned to the butler. “Cancel tomorrow’s flight.”

“Grandfather,” Lu Wenchuan heard him, “it’s not that I don’t want you to come.”

Old Master Lu gave a short, mirthless laugh. “I said I won’t meddle in your business anymore.”

With a click, the call ended.

Lu Wenchuan stared helplessly at the phone that had just been hung up. He rubbed his temples, wanting to go check on Sang Yijia, but he knew the whole Sang family would be there, and as an outsider, it was best not to intrude.

Besides, the Sang family wouldn’t want to see him there anyway.

—

After hanging up, Old Master Lu pressed his fingers to his brow and sighed with a headache. “How could I have a grandson like this?”

“Master, I’m sure Wenchuan has his own reasons,” the butler said, coming over to pour him some tea. “This is a fresh batch delivered today.”

Old Master Lu waved him off. “I’m really not in the mood right now.”

“I’m already halfway into the grave, and I’m just afraid—afraid that if I’m not careful, I’ll go join his parents.”

“How am I supposed to face my son and daughter-in-law then?” Thinking of his son, who died so young, Old Master Lu’s brows knitted with sorrow once more. “I’ve already failed them. I can’t fail Wenchuan too.”

The butler said nothing more. At a time like this, silence was best.

—

In the hospital room, Sang Qibo had just finished examining Sang Yijia. Physically, there was nothing wrong with her. As for the earlier fainting spell, they hadn’t yet found a cause, but it didn’t seem to be anything serious.

“Third Brother, am I really fine?” Sang Yijia still felt uneasy. She feared that while she might seem all right here, fate might have other plans for her outside these walls.

Sang Qibo nodded, looking down at the chart in his hands. “For now, everything checks out. But tomorrow you’ll have a full-body exam, and after a few days of observation, you can be discharged.”

“Okay, thank you, Third Brother.” Sang Yijia finally let out a sigh of relief.

Sang Qibo closed the chart. “As for your health, that’s settled. Now let’s talk about your situation.”

“Hm?” Sang Yijia tilted her head, puzzled. “What situation?”

“The show. Our family’s vote is that you should stop filming, pay the breach of contract penalty, and come home to rest.” Sang Qibo went straight to the point.

Sang Yijia fell silent for a long moment before finally speaking. “Third Brother, I don’t want to breach the contract.”

“I’m fine now, so I can keep filming.”

Sang Qibo had already guessed she’d say that. “Then you’ll have to explain it to Mom and Dad later.”

“You fainted so suddenly this morning. They were both very worried.”

“Big Brother even stopped a meeting and drove straight over.” He didn’t mention that he himself had dropped whatever less urgent work he had to come as quickly as he could. Though he had another pressing surgery at the hospital, he wouldn’t have rushed like this if something hadn’t happened to Sang Yijia.

“As for Second Brother’s martial arts school, it runs itself whether he’s there or not. You don’t need to worry.” He’d mentioned everyone except himself.

“Now, eat something easy to digest and rest. After that, you can sleep.” With these instructions, Sang Qibo turned to leave.

Sang Yijia called after him. “Third Brother, thank you.”

“You’re my sister. This is what I should do.” Sang Qibo pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I still have a meeting to attend, so I’ll head back first.”

“Get some rest.”

“You too, Third Brother.”

Sang Yijia watched him go. Before long, the rest of the Sang family filed in.

Sang Zheng had stopped crying, but his eyes were still red and his nose could have rivaled a clown’s.

“Mom, Dad, Big Brother, Second Brother.” Sang Yijia smiled with squinting eyes. “Third Brother said I’m fine.”

“I’ll have a full checkup tomorrow, and after a few days of observation, I’ll be discharged.”

Mother Sang breathed a sigh of relief. “Jiajia, is there anything you’d like to eat?”

“I can go buy it for you.”

“Just plain rice porridge with pickles,” Sang Yijia thought for a moment. “Third Brother said I should eat something light.” Though she’d only been unconscious for half a day, she was taking every precaution.

“All right, I’ll get it for you.” Mother Sang glanced over at Sang Zheng, who hadn’t even said a word to his daughter yet. “Go start the car.”

“Isn’t there a driver?” Sang Zheng protested, not eager to leave since he hadn’t spoken to his daughter yet.

But one look from Mother Sang, and he had no choice but to obey, however reluctant.

“Dad, I’m fine. Stay with Mom,” Sang Yijia said, forming a heart with her hands.

Sang Zheng managed a faintly satisfied nod.

“The kids have things to discuss. Whatever you want to say, I won’t interfere,” Mother Sang said, glancing back at the hospital room, fully aware of what her eldest son intended.

—

Sang Zheng caught her look and understood. “Jiajia won’t agree to this.”

“Let the children resolve their own affairs.” Of course Mother Sang knew.

She let out a heavy sigh. “Let’s go. Let’s see if the hotel can make a bowl of rice porridge.”

“I don’t trust the food outside.”

Sang Zheng agreed. “I remember there’s a Lu Group hotel nearby.”

Mother Sang gave him a look. “I thought you disliked Lu Wenchuan.”

“Hmph, after seeing how he acted on the livestream, do you think I can’t tell?” Especially when the cabbage was his own daughter—he could see any pig outside with even a hint of interest from a mile away.

“But that Shen Jin…” Sang Zheng narrowed his eyes, recalling the look Shen Jin had given his daughter on the livestream. “I’ll have to teach him a lesson.”

No one was allowed to even look at his daughter, let alone do so with such blatant intent.

“Just keep it reasonable,” Mother Sang said, not stopping him. If they did nothing, outsiders would think the Sang family had vanished from the scene altogether.

—

“Big Brother.” Sang Yijia looked at Sang Qiwen’s expression and her heart trembled. “I…”

“What is your decision?” Sang Qiwen handed her phone back. “Your agent called many times. I answered for you.”

“I didn’t read any other messages.” He didn’t know the unlock code, so couldn’t check anything else. Only when the agent called did he pick up.

“Big Brother, I don’t want to breach the contract,” Sang Yijia answered honestly. “I’ll keep filming the show.”

“But after this episode, I’ll take a six-month break. When the contract ends, I’ll leave the industry.” That was what she had planned before.

Sang Qiwen’s brows drew tight, his tone brooking no refusal. “Little sister, you need a long rest now.”