Chapter 106: Second Brother Sang (Transitional Chapter, Optional Subscription)

Sang Yijia’s heart skipped a beat—she knew her eldest brother was angry. Instinctively, she avoided Sang Qiwen’s gaze, yet she couldn’t bring herself to skip the show’s recording. “Big Brother,” she softened her voice, “I truly am fine now.”

“I can keep working.” She had already signed the contract, and breaking it would mean paying a penalty. The Sang family didn’t lack money, but watching her family pay a hefty sum for her own affairs made her heart ache.

“Second Brother,” Sang Yijia, seeing she couldn’t persuade Sang Qiwen alone, turned to Sang Qiwu, who had retreated to a corner. “Second Brother, will you help me talk to Big Brother?”

“I really am fine now.”

Sang Qiwu glanced at Sang Qiwen’s expression, not daring to speak, then looked back at his little sister. “Little Sis, Big Brother is right.”

“Health is the most important thing. If you faint again and the doctors can’t find anything wrong, what will Mom, Dad, Big Brother, me, and Third Brother do?” Sang Qiwu agreed entirely with Sang Qiwen, standing firmly by his side. “Little Sis, you should listen to Big Brother and cancel the show. Get some proper rest.”

Sang Yijia pressed her lips tightly. “Big Brother, Second Brother, I won’t drop the show.”

“Once the recording is finished, I’ll rest. Besides, it’s just a variety show—it doesn’t require much. I know my own health.” She shook her head repeatedly, refusing, “I’m well aware of my condition.”

“Little Sis!” Sang Qiwen found himself unable to convince her, his temples throbbing faintly. “Don’t be stubborn.”

“Listen to me—go home and rest.”

“Big Brother, if my health were truly poor, I’d definitely go home and rest. But you can’t expect me to lie around at home when there’s nothing wrong.” Sang Yijia had never been one for idleness.

Sang Qiwen moved his lips but couldn’t utter a word.

“Big Brother, Little Sis, let’s wait for the test results before we decide, shall we?” Seeing the atmosphere grow heated, Sang Qiwu hurried to ease the tension. “It’s getting late. Let’s let Little Sis rest for now, okay?”

“Mom and Dad must be making dinner at the hotel by now.” Sang Qiwen took a deep breath, massaging his temples as he spoke to Sang Yijia. “Little Sis, freshen up, and we’ll wait outside.”

“All right.” Though she’d changed into hospital clothes, in this heat she couldn’t bear not to bathe at night.

Sang Qiwen and Sang Qiwu stepped outside. The door closed behind them. Sang Yijia, pressing her brows in frustration, realized she’d started forgetting what the master had said after she woke up, and most of the original plot had faded from her mind—only some keywords remained.

The story in the book was about to be rewritten from here. But how should she write it? Sang Yijia couldn’t figure it out. She exhaled slowly, deciding to wash her face and clear her head before pondering further.

—

Just as they exited the ward, the Sang brothers ran into Lu Wenchuan, who had just returned from the corridor.

Lu Wenchuan saw the Sang family outside and thought he’d check on Sang Yijia later, but hadn’t expected them to stand guard like sentinels.

Sang Qiwu eyed Lu Wenchuan, furrowing his brows as he asked Sang Qiwen, “Big Brother, what do you think Lu Wenchuan wants?”

“Our little sis,” Sang Qiwen replied. “Didn’t you notice in the livestream how he treated her differently?”

“I did.” Sang Qiwu finally caught on. “But I thought it was guilt—he felt bad and was being nice to her.”

Sang Qiwen chuckled, “Guilt?”

“Isn’t it?” Sang Qiwu scratched his cheek. “But, Big Brother, we can’t blame everything on Lu Wenchuan for what happened back then.”

After all, no one expected their own uncle to be out for their lives.

On the contrary, Sang Qiwu felt Lu Wenchuan was pitiful. His parents had passed away early, leaving him with his grandparents, but his grandmother soon died as well.

The vast Lu family was reduced to just Lu Wenchuan and his grandfather.

And their uncle coveted his shares—how miserable Lu Wenchuan must be, with so few truly caring for him.

Sang Qiwu had even compared it to his own family: they had several brothers and just one sister. If their parents favored someone else, Sang Qiwu already owned a martial arts school and several rental properties, ensuring a lifetime of comfort. He was satisfied, never greedy for more.

“Big Brother,” Sang Qiwu touched his nose, sharing his thoughts, hoping his brother would praise him. Instead, Sang Qiwen looked at him with disdain. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes,” Sang Qiwen glanced at Lu Wenchuan, who hadn’t left, then looked back at Sang Qiwu. “I won’t take the remaining buildings or the market.”

“You and Third Brother and Little Sis can split them.”

“No way.” Sang Qiwu refused firmly. “If you don’t want them, neither do I.”

“Third Brother is a doctor; his income isn’t as high as ours. Little Sis is a celebrity, but her jobs are infrequent, and she’ll eventually leave the industry. Who knows what she’ll do next?”

“So, let Third Brother and Little Sis have them.” Sang Qiwu continued, “I have a martial arts school and three buildings collecting rent—plenty to live on.”

“Mm.” Sang Qiwen said no more.

Lu Wenchuan approached, looking at Sang Qiwen and Sang Qiwu. After pressing his lips together, he asked, “Mr. Sang, may I go in to see Yijia?”

“No,” Sang Qiwen refused instantly.

Sang Qiwu’s impression of Lu Wenchuan was quite positive. “Little Sis isn’t available now. Wait a bit before going in.”

Sang Qiwen shot him a glance, wondering how his brother could be so foolish.

“Mr. Lu, shall we have a chat?” Sang Qiwu hadn’t noticed his brother’s look, and instead, he cordially pulled Lu Wenchuan aside.

“You’re interested in our little sis?” Sang Qiwu was blunt and direct, not given to subtlety. “I could tell during the livestream—you’re especially concerned about her.”

“Yes,” Lu Wenchuan didn’t deny it. “Mr. Sang, I know—”

“Don’t call me Mr. Sang, that’s too formal. Just use my name.” Sang Qiwu reached out his hand. “Hello, Lu Wenchuan. I’m Sang Qiwu, Sang Yijia’s second brother.”

“Let’s get to know each other again.”

Lu Wenchuan stared at Sang Qiwu’s hand for a moment before finally shaking it. “Hello, Second Brother.”

Sang Qiwu: “…” Didn’t I just say to use my name?

(End of chapter)