The Mastermind Behind the Scenes Has Been Found

Eight to ten years? Hearing Mother Sang say this, Sang Yijia froze instantly, unable to process the words for a good while. Tilting her head, she looked at Mother Sang and asked in disbelief, "Mom, are you serious?"

"Actually, ten years isn't that long either." Sang Qiwu calculated earnestly. Sang Yijia was only twenty years old this year, so in ten years she would only be thirty. Nowadays, who among the youth didn't marry close to thirty?

The more Sang Qiwu thought about it, the more flawless the idea seemed. "Little Sister, I think Mom's idea is brilliant."

"Ten years is just enough time to test whether Lu Wenchuan is truly that good to you," Sang Qiwu continued. "If the two of you break up after ten years, we can just go look for someone else."

"If we can have one live-in son-in-law, we can have a second one," Sang Qiwu boldly declared. "If worst comes to worst, we can go look for early-twenty-something young men. There's bound to be someone who can keep you happy and smiling."

Sang Zheng gave a light, noncommittal cough. "Alright, let's leave it at that for now."

"Mom, Dad, Eldest Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, I originally intended to bring Lu Wenchuan back for you all to meet." Sang Yijia had almost forgotten her current age. She was only twenty; she was no longer her past self from that parallel world who had worked herself to the bone, pulling all-nighters until she died suddenly from overwork.

So what was she panicking about?

What was Lu Wenchuan panicking about?

There was nothing to panic about at all!

"Then let's have a meal. A single meal doesn't decide anything," Sang Qiwen chimed in. "We can just talk about this matter over dinner."

"I agree." Sang Qibo, who had been silent for a long time, raised his hand. "Let's follow Mom's arrangement. There's no rush to get married, and no need to dwell on the issue of a live-in son-in-law."

With Sang Yijia's matter temporarily settled, Sang Qiwu turned his gaze to Sang Qibo. "What about you, Third Brother?"

"What's going on with that person from the Lan family?" Sang Qiwu had heard a group of idle rich kids at the martial arts gym gossiping that Lan Qingshu was pursuing Third Brother, and making quite a big deal out of it—the entire hospital already knew.

Sang Qibo's brows knitted tightly together. "There is no such thing."

"I'm still young; I'm not in a rush." Sang Qibo was only two years older than Sang Yijia, so he truly wasn't in a hurry.

Moreover, in Sang Qibo's life plan, the thought of dating did not exist at all before the age of thirty.

His plan for marriage was scheduled for after thirty. If he failed to meet the right person and his parents didn't mind, Sang Qibo intended to remain unmarried for life and dedicate himself entirely to medical research.

However, Sang Qibo had not yet mentioned these plans to his family. At the very least, he would wait until his Eldest and Second Brothers were married and had children, until the pressure to marry reached its absolute peak and he could no longer hide it, before speaking the truth.

"What are you all nagging about?" Mother Sang glanced at Sang Qiwu, then turned to look at Sang Qiwen. "Neither of you two older brothers have girlfriends yet, so why are you ganging up to interrogate your younger siblings?"

"Qiwen, you're already twenty-eight this year. How is it that you still don't have a girlfriend?" The mere thought that her eldest son still lacked a girlfriend made Mother Sang suspect whether there might be something wrong with him.

"When do you have free time? Mom will arrange a blind date for you."

Mother Sang's attention shifted, allowing Sang Yijia to release a quiet sigh of relief, though not entirely letting her guard down.

Underneath the table, she sent a message to Lu Wenchuan, filling him in on the situation.

Lu Wenchuan was likely still on the airplane and did not reply.

"Little Sister..." Sang Qibo watched as his Eldest and Second Brothers were rendered utterly speechless by the scolding, a faint smile curving the corners of his lips. Turning his gaze to Sang Yijia, he lowered his eyes and happened to catch a glimpse of the WeChat interface on her screen, which was precisely the chat window with Lu Wenchuan.

Sang Yijia let out a soft acknowledgment, exited the interface, and looked up. "Third Brother, is something the matter?"

"What are your plans for the afternoon?" The exact cause of Sang Yijia's fainting spell last time had yet to be found, and Sang Qibo wanted her to undergo another comprehensive examination. "If you don't have any plans, come to the hospital this afternoon."

"A full-body checkup?" As soon as Sang Qibo uttered those words, Sang Yijia knew what he was getting at. "Third Brother, I feel really good right now. There's nothing wrong with me."

"You only *feel* like there's nothing wrong. I still need to examine you thoroughly to have peace of mind." Sang Qibo's dark eyes stared intently at Sang Yijia, as if he would scoop her up and carry her off if she dared to refuse.

Sang Yijia's mouth twitched, and she finally gave in. "Fine."

"I'll go with you this afternoon."

"Get some good rest at noon," Sang Qibo said, checking the time. "A half-hour nap is best."

"Go upstairs and rest for a bit. I'll wait for you downstairs at two o'clock."

Looking at the clock, Sang Yijia realized that an hour had slipped away unnoticeably, and it was already nearly one-thirty.

"Okay." Though Sang Yijia wouldn't be able to fall asleep immediately upon returning to her room, lying down to close her eyes and rest for a while was certainly doable.

Since Sang Qibo had stated that Sang Yijia needed a full-body checkup that afternoon, the two of them left first.

Sang Qiwu watched their departing figures with profound envy. "Qiwen, you know Third Brother has a girl pursuing him, but what about you?"

"Can't running a martial arts gym attract any girls?" Mother Sang had originally agreed to let Sang Qiwu open the gym under the assumption that it would attract plenty of young women to take lessons, operating on the principle of securing the best vantage point first.

Yet years had passed; while the number of female students had indeed increased quite a bit, her second son remained stubbornly single.

Mother Sang found this baffling!

"Mom, it's hard to explain my situation. Nowadays, girls like pretty boys, and guys like working out to build strong physiques."

Mother Sang suspected her ears were playing tricks on her. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Sang Qiwu didn't dare elaborate. When his eldest brother's cold gaze swept over him, Sang Qiwu instantly lost his nerve.

"Mom, Dad, there are still quite a few matters at the company. I'm heading back first." Sang Qiwen had originally intended to work from home and incidentally check on Sang Yijia's medical results, but now that the topic had shifted to blind dates, returning to the office suddenly felt much more comforting.

Mother Sang: "..."

One by one, they all left. In the spacious dining room, only Sang Zheng remained. With no other target for her frustration, Mother Sang slapped Sang Zheng on the shoulder. "Why didn't you say anything to our sons?"

"Look at them."

"Wife, why should we stress ourselves out over them?" Sang Zheng chuckled good-naturedly and handed over his phone. "Want to go on a trip?"

"The environment at this island resort looks quite nice. Shall we go spend a week there?"

Mother Sang followed his gaze: blue skies, white clouds, sandy beaches, and coconut trees. To say she wasn't tempted would be a lie.

"Let's wait until Jiajia's examination report comes out." Their daughter's well-being was of paramount importance; until Sang Yijia's health was confirmed to be completely fine, Mother Sang had no mood whatsoever for leisure travel.

"Jiajia will definitely be fine." Sang Zheng waved a hand dismissively. "Let's not overthink it."

Meanwhile, after returning to her room, Sang Yijia received a phone call from her manager, Mo Yani. "What is it?"

"The romance reality show has finalized its schedule and will start broadcasting in a week." Mo Yani said while reviewing Sang Yijia's itinerary, "The day after tomorrow, we have an audition."

"It's for Bian He's web series."

"Also, I've looked into that supporting female role." Mo Yani put down her tablet, her gaze turning chillingly cold. "The previous smear campaign against you was orchestrated by our rival, Lu Ya."