Chapter Ninety-Nine: No Cause Found

Sang Yijia had an accident, and the entire Sang family knew about it. After receiving a call from Mrs. Sang at home, Sang Zheng didn't hesitate for a second before heading out to assess the situation. When Sang Qiwen found out, he called off his meeting immediately, put all his work on hold, and had his secretary drive him over. Sang Qibo, who still had much to do at the hospital, found a chance to slip away and rushed to join them. The whole Sang family was mobilized.

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After Sang Yijia was brought to the hospital, she underwent a comprehensive examination, but no problems were found. Lu Wenchuan refused to believe there was nothing wrong and ordered his secretary to gather the best specialists from every department in the city. The entire hospital was thrown into a frenzy, with dozens of doctors convening to discuss what exactly was wrong with Sang Yijia.

Meanwhile, entertainment reporters, having caught wind of the incident, flocked to the hospital, crowding the entrance in hopes of getting first-hand news about Sang Yijia. Some even sought out Lan Qing and Shen Jin for interviews.

Lan Qing had also come to the hospital for a minor checkup. Her health was fine—her fainting was simply due to low blood sugar from dieting. As long as she rested well and returned to a normal diet, there wouldn’t be any serious issues. Now, Lan Qing found herself besieged by reporters at the hospital entrance.

She watched as the journalists brandished their cameras, flashes firing incessantly, while their ruthless questions buzzed in her ears.

“Lan Qing, Lan Qing, what do you have to say about what happened during the live broadcast?”

“Lan Qing, since you’ve entered the industry, have you really never used the Lan family heiress title to land roles?”

“Lan Qing…”

“Lan Qing…”

“Lan Qing…”

Each question was more cutting than the last. Lan Qing’s face went pale, then flushed, then pale again, until her complexion was mottled with anxiety. She desperately wanted to break free from the crowd, but with only one assistant at her side—her manager nowhere to be seen and Shen Jin having excused himself—she was stranded.

Lan Qing knew all too well that Shen Jin wanted to abandon her now that he’d discovered she wasn’t the Lan family’s true heiress. Clenching her fists, she refused to let that happen. Forcing a smile, she addressed the hostile reporters, “I’m willing to answer your questions one by one.”

“But blocking the hospital entrance like this really affects access,” she added, taking a deep breath before whispering to her assistant, “Find a chance to slip away and go get Sister Hong.”

“Qingqing, is this really okay?” the assistant asked, not unused to such scenes, but this time things felt different.

“Trust me,” Lan Qing replied. Of course she knew the situation was dire, but what choice did she have? None at all.

Seeing her cooperation, the reporters slowly began to retreat, step by step, away from the hospital entrance. But once they were out of the way, the group swarmed around her again. Lan Qing wanted to find an excuse to escape, but she could only endure.

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Shen Jin left through the hospital’s back entrance and, as soon as he got into the car, confronted his manager. “What the hell is going on?”

“Lan Qing’s parents are servants of the Lan family?” Was Lan Qing just the daughter of the help? Had all his efforts been for nothing?

Shen Jin’s expression was dark, his brows tightly knitted. “The gossip online is all about you and Lan Qing,” his manager replied, clearly exasperated. “You said Lan Qing was the Lan family’s heiress, and we did investigate.”

“The records do say Lan Qing’s parents were employees of the Lan family—you’ve seen the documents yourself.” The manager slapped a thick stack of files down before Shen Jin, as if landing a stinging slap across his face.

Shen Jin gritted his teeth. “I thought it was just a cover, something to hide the truth.”

“Enough. There’s no point discussing this now.” The manager instructed the driver to pull away. “Right now, the priority is to avoid making the public think you only care about wealth and status.”

“You need to show unwavering support for Lan Qing.”

“That’s impossible!” Shen Jin protested. “No way!”

“If her parents weren’t servants, I might have accepted her for her looks, but now it’s absolutely out of the question!” His stance was firm.

The manager’s headache worsened. He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and turned to stare out the window, refusing to speak further.

A tense silence filled the car. Only then did Shen Jin realize that everything he had came from his manager, and he wasn’t yet powerful enough to disregard him. He still needed to follow instructions. Anxiety gnawed at him, and just as he was considering apologizing, his manager spoke.

“You can keep playing with Lan Qing for now—I have no objection. But with the way things are online, you must continue to show concern for her and act like you’re still interested,” the manager said, glancing at Shen Jin and seeing straight through to his true intentions. “Once this blows over, if you want to break up, I won’t stand in your way.”

“Are you sure?” Shen Jin asked, still uneasy.

A faint, knowing smile tugged at the manager’s lips. “In this industry, what celebrity doesn’t play around?”

“I only held you back before because I didn’t want anyone to catch you out. But now? If someone offers themselves up, why not take advantage?”

Shen Jin understood and relaxed at once. “Got it, bro. I know what to do now.”

The nanny van merged onto the main road, just as the Sang family’s car passed by in the opposite direction. The assistant’s eyes widened. “What kind of car was that just now? It looked expensive!”

“That was a Rolls-Royce,” the manager replied, brows furrowing. But since this was a scenic area, it wasn’t surprising that someone would bring such a car here.

Shen Jin was too preoccupied with planning how to talk to Lan Qing about the night ahead—and how to make the most of the situation—to notice the luxury vehicle.

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The Rolls-Royce pulled into the hospital parking lot. The security guard, who knew his cars, felt his heart jolt—wondering which distinguished family had arrived. He hurried over to provide directions and report to his colleagues, just in case someone important was visiting on hospital business.

As soon as Sang Zheng got out, the security guard approached. Seeing the guard’s honest, sincere expression, Sang Zheng couldn’t help but think of the mentor who’d once guided him during his own working days. His anxious tone softened.

“Which room is Sang Yijia in?”

“Sang Yijia?” The guard was uncertain. “Let me check.”

“She’s the actress who was brought in this morning,” Sang Zheng clarified, not particularly wanting to mention his daughter’s celebrity status. Among ordinary people, being an actress might appear glamorous on the surface, but beneath it all, the darkness of the industry was something they could only imagine.

“Oh, I know who you mean. She’s in the VIP suite upstairs,” the guard replied, giving Sang Zheng a once-over. “And you are…?”

“I’ve heard about the girl. She’s still unconscious, and the doctors can’t find any reason why.”

“It’s really tragic.”

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