Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Sang Siyang: If Qiaoqiao doesn’t mind, let him clear up the misunderstanding for her.
Hearing this, everyone at the table unconsciously looked at her, as if they thought she was picking a fight.
Elder Mrs. ng awkwardly smiled and explained, “I was thinking of switching things up to let Wange sit with Second Young Master Si, so they could also chat and get to know each other.”
In fact, Elder Mrs. ng was worried that her granddaughter’s relationship with Si Jing could be overshadowed.
After all, ng Jiahe’s looks were sowhat seductive, and her Wange was a bit less attractive, and Si Jing had just asked to add ng Jiahe on WeChat, although he was rejected.
But there was no guarantee that Si Jing wouldn’t take a fancy to ng Jiahe and that the two of them wouldn’t secretly exchange contact information behind the scenes.
She was determined to nip this possibility in the bud, they absolutely couldn’t hit it off—Si Jing was ant for her Wange!
“Having Si Jing sit there would be just the sa,” Mrs. Si subconsciously frowned, slightly disapproving of Elder Mrs. ng’s blatant maneuver.
“It’s fine, wherever I sit is the sa,” ng Jiahe said, her mouth curving into an ironic smile, without hesitation she got up and moved to an empty seat nearby.
“Co on, sit at the next table,” Sang Qiao put down her chopsticks and stood up first, heading to the empty table beside them.
ng Jiahe felt a warmth in her heart, knowing that Sang Qiao was backing her up, but with the Si Family present, it seed inappropriate for them to openly change seats.
She didn’t want her actions to affect Sang Qiao’s standing in the minds of the Si Family.
ng Jiahe reached out and grabbed Sang Qiao’s wrist, giving her a smile, “It’s okay, I can sit next to Mrs. Si.”
“Yes, yes, yes, Jiahe, co sit next to , we three ladies can stick together,” Mrs. Si beckoned her over, casually pulling her close with a gracious smile.
“Alright,” Sang Qiao then sat back down in her original seat.
Si Jing also felt incredibly awkward; he never imagined he’d be so sought after, especially with Elder Mrs. ng acting as if she were a dog who had seen a bone—it was making him uncomfortably anxious.
He got up restlessly, “I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a bit.”
Seeing Second Young Master Si leave, Elder Mrs. ng felt sowhat dissatisfied; if it weren’t for Sang Qiao’s ddling, her Wange would be chatting with Second Young Master Si by now.
Truly, she thought, a child rejected by her parents never learns any manners—elders are present and yet she openly wants to change seats, just like the wild child ng Jiahe!
Elder Mrs. ng looked at ng Jiahe, who was happily chatting with Mrs. Si, then at her own granddaughter, who only knew how to eat, and felt her frustration build up. She lowered her voice and scolded,
“Eat, eat, eat, is our family mistreating you? Why can’t you learn from ng Jiahe—pleasing Mrs. Si and having Sang Qiao treat her so well?”
“How could I compare to a relationship that’s been growing since childhood, Grandma, don’t worry about it,” ng Wangge mumbled, her mouth still full of food.
“Can’t compare? And you won’t even try to seize Second Young Master Si? If ng Jiahe steals him away, I’d like to see where you’ll go to cry about it, so foolish!” Elder Mrs. ng rolled her eyes.
Her granddaughter was just too stupid!
“Whoever Si Jing likes is up to fate, and you don’t have to keep pushing him and together. If they have mutual affection, I won’t interfere,” Wange’s attitude was resolute.
Elder Mrs. ng beca even more irritated, “You always think of her, but she doesn’t think of you.”
Her Wange was just too naive—if she hadn’t been looking out for her since she was young, who knows how ng Jiahe with her nature could have taken advantage of Wange.
“You’re overthinking it, my sister is very kind, and you don’t need to keep sidelining her.”
“Fine, fine, fine, I can’t win against you.”
By the ti the banquet ended, Si Jing had not returned, most likely scared away.
After bidding farewell to the Si Family, Sang Qiao planned to go back with ng Jiahe.
Sang Siyang suddenly approached her, speaking courteously, “Miss ng, could you step aside for a mont? I have sothing to discuss with Qiaoqiao, thank you for your trouble.”
“Sure.” ng Jiahe glanced at Sang Qiao and seeing her indifferent expression, she walked away.
Sang Siyang forced a smile, pretending to be casual, “Qiaoqiao, do you know that Third Brother ca to see you while you were recuperating?”
Sang Qiao’s cold eyes lifted slightly, startled for a mont. Those were things of the past—they mattered no longer to her.
She said calmly, “What do you want to say?”
Sang Siyang keenly noticed her montary pause and realized imdiately that Sang Qiao probably didn’t know, and sothing must have happened, which is why Third Brother still couldn’t let go.
He knew that Sang Qiao no longer cared about how Third Brother treated her, but he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding between them.
Even if Qiaoqiao would never forgive them, never forgive Third Brother, it didn’t matter.
But he wanted Qiaoqiao to be loved by everyone, and they all should make ands for their mistakes.
“Just making conversation, I had nothing in particular to say.”
“Hmm.” Sang Qiao glanced at him, not bothering to contemplate his complex emotions, or perhaps she was uninterested in knowing.
“Qiaoqiao, I’m always behind you. Whether you need or not, I’ll always be your support. If one day you need my help, please tell . I will help without needing your forgiveness.”
Sang Siyang’s eyes blurred, and his fingertips trembled slightly; he was all too aware that Qiaoqiao would not forgive him, and there was so little he could do for her now.
But he wanted her to rember these words forever. If one day she needed him, she could reach out for help. He didn’t need to be forgiven; he just wanted to help her.
Sang Qiao’s back didn’t falter, nor did she turn her head, her steps firm.
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ng Jiahe went to the side corridor to wait and bumped into Sang Qingran by chance as he ca out of the restroom.
The mont their eyes t, ng Jiahe instinctively averted her gaze, pretending not to see.
Sang Qingran reached out and grabbed her arm, “How many more tis do you intend to deliberately appear before ?”
ng Jiahe pulled at the hand holding her, frowning slightly. “What do you an?”
“I don’t believe our frequent encounters are re coincidences. Back then, when you often ca to see Sang Qiao, how did we never run into each other?”
Sang Qingran looked down at her with cold eyes, seeing past incidents—papers scattered, injury leading her to him, and now waiting outside the n’s restroom—it seed she had many tactics up her sleeve.
“Believe it or not, I did not intend to et you,” said ng Jiahe, looking downward, not daring to et his eyes.
Not out of guilt, but for fear she couldn’t contain herself. Every ti he appeared, her heart raced.
“Then tell , what were you doing walking back and forth in front of the n’s restroom door? Don’t tell , as a woman, you need to use the n’s restroom!”
Sang Qingran’s scoff echoed, her avoidance clearly indicating guilt in his eyes.
A foreboding feeling washed over ng Jiahe as she was questioned. She looked up and saw the sign bright and clear—n’s Restroom.
She was aghast!
She had only intended to give Sang Qiao so space, walking aimlessly, completely oblivious to lingering in front of the n’s restroom the whole ti.
Now, she was in a situation where jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash her clean.
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