Chapter 115: Unexpected Things

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Wei Heng laughed lazily. “Actually, there are a few other things I need to say.”
Lu Wenchuan frowned, turning his head to watch the scenery blur past the window. “If you’ve got something, say it straight. No need to dance around.”
“Fine.” Wei Heng spread his hands. “It isn’t really anything important. I just wanted you to know that Qi Bin doesn’t want to see me anymore.”
“……” Lu didn’t understand why this had to be told to him. He rubbed his temple, where a dull ache was gathering, and exhaled. “Wei Heng, are you that idle?”
“No. I’m just letting you know that I’m together with Qi Yue.” Wei Heng’s tone was still lazy, impossible to tell whether he was joking or serious.
At once Lu caught on to the display. He curled his lip. “My affairs are none of your business.”
“I really don’t want to interfere, but Qi Bin really has blocked me.” Wei Heng cleared his throat lightly. “And now Qi Bin has taken leave and is resting.”
“He said it’ll be a few days before he can come back to work.” He coughed again. “Right now Qi Bin has only one thing on his plate, and that is that Duan Yuqing still hasn’t signed her contract.”
Lu Wenchuan: “……”
The call fell into an awkward silence; neither knew what to say. After a moment, Lu said, “I’ll handle it.”
“If you have time, check Sang Yijia’s upcoming schedule. Shen Jin and Lan Qing don’t need to keep appearing on the show.” Lu remembered the news from earlier and pressed on.
“Understood.” Wei Heng knew what had to be done.
When the call ended, Lu looked at his phone, left the chat, and opened WeChat to stare at Sang Yijia’s chat window.
He pinned Sang Yijia to the top of his contacts, but didn’t change the note; the name still read Jia Yi.

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Less than ten minutes after Lu left, the Sang family arrived.
Sang Zheng saw the fruit basket in the hospital room and it was obvious even without thinking that Lu Wenchuan had bought it. When he looked in and did not see Lu anywhere inside, he became even less pleased. “Jia-jia, did Lu Wenchuan come? And leave again?”
What did they even take him for? Some kind of dangerous beast?
Sang Zheng’s displeasure deepened.
“Mm,” Sang Yijia answered plainly. “He came to say goodbye. He’s leaving tonight.”
“Oh, that’s fine,” Sang Zheng said. “Then we won’t have to see him tomorrow.”
“Dad,” Sang Yijia said helplessly, “I’m being discharged tomorrow too.”
The recordings have been paused for the time being, so she doesn’t need to stay here. “Mom, when will Third Brother be leaving?”
“It depends on how the patient recovers.”
Sang Mother had already gone to see Sang Qibo. With dark, bluish shadows under her eyes, she said that after yesterday’s surgical conference, surgery had started this morning, they only came out at six, and now he was still in the hospital helping out, without even a moment to rest.
She looked genuinely pained. “If I had known then, I’d never have let him study medicine.”
“Everything else is fine, but being a doctor is too hard,” she said, still worried, and shook her head. “Your Third Brother says your check-up is clear; we can handle discharge paperwork tomorrow.”
Sang Yijia relaxed. Sang Zheng was still a little uneasy. “Once you’re back, Jia-jia, you need to rest properly at home.”
“At least three days.” He had meant to say a week, but a glance from his wife made him bite back the original thought and amend it.
Watching how her parents bickered gently, Sang Yijia smiled faintly. “Dad, Mom, don’t worry. I’ll wait for production’s schedule. It’s not urgent.”
“Alright, alright.” Sang Mother said no more.
Sang Zheng took an apple from the fruit basket and began peeling it. “Your Third Brother said eating more apples is good for your health.”
“Mm.” Sang Yijia had no objections; she always followed her parents.
Sang Mother glanced once, then turned and left.
Sang Yijia gave a small start. “Dad, what’s wrong with Mom?”
“She doesn’t seem very cheerful.”
Sang Zheng looked out the window. “Nothing major. Third Brother hasn’t had a proper rest, and now I don’t know what situation he’s in.”
“Mom won’t feel at ease unless she stays here a bit longer.” Sang Zheng peeled the apple quickly, but instead of handing it over whole, he cut it into pieces and offered them.
“Your Second Brother is standing over there watching.” He had not meant to say it, but the words slipped out.
Sang Yijia paused. “Did something happen to him?”
“It’s not exactly your brother’s issue,” Sang Zheng said. “It was just this: yesterday you brought her from the hotel and happened to run into a poisoning incident at a kindergarten. All the hotel medics stayed behind to help.”
“At noon, parents from that kindergarten came by, and though nobody knew exactly what had happened, they started shouting.” Sang Zheng was repeating things he’d been told. Sang Mother had insisted he hear it, and he had kept quiet and listened.
“Then that girl from the Lan family got pushed, and hit her head.” Sang Zheng said it plainly. In truth, Lan Qingshu hadn’t just bumped her head; she had been shoved into a wall corner during the scuffle.

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Sang Zheng hadn’t seen the scene himself, but that corner of the wall was still splattered with blood now—one big stain, shocking to the eye.
“What does this have to do with my brother?” Sang Yijia’s breath caught, and she licked her lips, uneasy.
Sang Zheng hesitated, his expression clouded, unsure how to explain. After a long pause, he answered slowly, “It’s not a direct connection. In the pushing and shoving, it was your brother who bumped the man into her.”
“……” Sang Yijia stayed silent. In everyone else’s version, people were heroes rescuing her; in hers, they simply turned into troublemakers.
Sang Zheng waited a moment. “The Lan girl is fine. She woke right up as soon as she came out of surgery at noon.”
“It should be no big problem, then.”
A wound to the head is one of those things: no matter how you phrase it, calling it not serious almost always means it was still serious.
Sang Yijia thought quietly. Is this what their future was becoming? The Sang family had avoided the nightmare everyone feared, yet they still couldn’t dodge the chain of misfortune.
The apple was soon fully sliced. Sang Zheng had little else to do with his hands, and looking around the fruit basket, he had to admit a basket in a hospital room was very handy.
“Jia-jia, do you want more apples?” he asked, unable to sit still.
Sang Yijia shook her head. “No, I’m full.”
“Dad, let’s watch some TV.” Since it was a bad moment to talk properly, she didn’t know what else to say.
Even with the two lives she carried in her memory, Sang Yijia still didn’t quite know how to find her footing with Sang family.
“Fine.” Sang Zheng didn’t mind. He grabbed the remote and turned on the television.
By chance, the advertisement was for a drink once endorsed by Shen Jin.
When Sang Zheng saw it, he squinted at the screen.
Qi Bin in the ad: “I considered you my brother, and you still tried to flirt with my sister?”

End of chapter.