Chapter 202: Chapter 202: I Will Always Be Rich, and I Can Choose Not to Like You That Much
“You can just co straight to Dongli Villa.” Sang Qiao knew all too well that her current condition did not permit her to go out.
If she collapsed on her way, so kind Samaritan might use her phone to call the Sang Family, and then her grandfather would find out.
Not long after the phone call ended, Father Si appeared at the villa’s entrance, and with prior notice from Sang Qiao, the bodyguards did not stop him.
“Uncle Si, please have a seat.” Sang Qiao symbolically stood up to indicate for him to sit.
Xiao’an, understanding the situation, also went to the kitchen to fetch him water.
Father Si sat on the sofa, holding a docunt in his hand, and he looked up at the servants nearby.
Sang Qiao read the concern in Father Si’s eyes, turned her head to look at Xiao’an and the other servants, “Xiao’an, you all can go about your business.”
“Alright.” Xiao’an and the servants imdiately responded in unison and then tiptoed out of the living room.
“Sang Qiao, here is your report. Today, when your friend took you for the checkup, I was also there. I heard what the doctor said. I even took the report to other authoritative doctors who said you might not even live past this year. Your illness is so severe, how could you hide it from our family!”
Father Si directly placed the report on the table, his expression extrely distressed.
He himself was not very fond of Sang Qiao, but since his son and wife liked her, he turned a blind eye. But wasn’t the premise of their relationship at least to live past forty?
Looking at Sang Qiao’s dical record, she might not even survive this year. What would happen to his son Chenli then?
The minor issue would be Chenli spending his life unmarried, mourning at Sang Qiao’s tomb. If he… followed her in death, how could their family endure such grief?
“I found out today as well.” Sang Qiao moved her pale lips.
“Alright, even if you found out today, what are you planning to do?” Father Si was not dwelling on whether she had hidden it from their family before.
What mattered to him was the present.
Sang Qiao was montarily stunned, her mind in chaos, “I…”
“Our Chenli is stubborn; he has loved you for many years, earlier than any of us knew. Old Mr. Sang initially gave you that twenty percent shareholdings, and it was Chenli who fought for it on your behalf. His study is filled with many of your notebooks from elentary to middle school. It’s because of love that he quickly agreed to break off the engagent when you approached him that year.”
“He felt he was no longer worthy of you, but he never gave up on you. He has been trying to heal, to pursue you again. He even went to that reality show for you.”
At this point, Father Si could not hold back his tears, ever since Sang Qiao and his son got back together, he realized just how stubborn his tough son was.
But clearly, Sang Qiao did not love Chenli as much. In this relationship, Chenli was the weaker party, rely patient and tolerant.
“…I…” Sang Qiao moved her lips, unsure of how to respond. She had not expected that there was soone in the world who loved her this deeply.
“Consider it my request, let him go. If you don’t love him that much, I can accept it. But you will die, and Chenli won’t be able to handle it…”
Father Si was about to kneel as he spoke, his eyes already fully red.
Sang Qiao was quicker, reaching out to support him, seemingly making a decision, “Uncle Si, don’t worry. I will separate from him before I leave and won’t let him know about my condition.”
She indeed couldn’t be so selfish; she couldn’t even let her grandfather and grandmother know about her illness, how could she let Si Chenli?
“Thank you for understanding a father’s heart. I will also arrange the hospital matters for you; rest assured, this dical report won’t fall into a fifth person’s hands. I’ll also give you so money, you can do whatever you wish with it.”
“No need, receiving money from you could raise suspicions.”
“Then… then it’s settled. I’ll find a way to invest that money into your company. Sang Qiao, don’t bla . If your partner was Si Jing today, I wouldn’t care. He’s such a frivolous person with no heart; he might forget you soon enough, but Chenli can’t. He’s too attached; if you’re gone, he might…”
“I understand. I’ll have soone take you ho, I still have things to handle.”
“Thank you.” Father Si sighed in relief before leaving. He had been quite worried the negotiation wouldn’t work out.
Now it seed Sang Qiao wasn’t so selfish after all.
After seeing Father Si off, Sang Qiao sat on the sofa and dialed Chenli’s number.
The call connected quickly and a deep magnetic male voice ca through, “Qiaoqiao, why are you calling ?”
“Co to my villa after work, I miss you a bit,” Sang Qiao spoke casually, making herself seem normal.
The person on the other end of the screen hesitated for a long mont, clearly not expecting Sang Qiao to call him and say such things.
After a while, he composed himself and his tone revealed a hint of joy, “Alright.”
Saying he would co after work, Chenli actually left the office right after hanging up.
His company wasn’t too far from the villa, but he drove much faster, arriving in just over ten minutes.
Chenli walked into the villa with brisk strides and sat next to her, “Why did you leave work so early today?”
“Um, I just felt like missing you a bit, but now that you’re actually here, it doesn’t feel that intense,” Sang Qiao’s lips curved into a faint smile.
The man frowned subconsciously upon hearing this, his gaze falling on the young girl’s delicate face, trying to discern sothing.
But Sang Qiao’s emotions were never easily discernible on the surface, and he couldn’t guess what she was up to.
“No worries, consider it as missing you.”
“You liking so much is actually troubling for . When I agreed to be with you, I didn’t even know if I had feelings for you; I just thought since you liked so much, and your family is so wealthy, I might as well agree.”
Sang Qiao spoke lightly, but her chest felt tight, making it slightly difficult to breathe.
Her face was smiling, but there was a surrounding atmosphere of grief, it was unclear whether it emanated from her or Chenli.
Feeling sothing was amiss when he heard her words, Chenli’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his voice slightly hoarse, “I will always be wealthy, and I don’t need to like you that much.”
“No need, you pretending not to like doesn’t suit you; I would find it troubling. Let’s just end this relationship here,” Sang Qiao left these words and turned to head upstairs, fearing she couldn’t keep calm if the conversation continued.
Chenli reached out and grabbed her wrist, his dark eyes intensely focusing on her setting figure, “I disagree.”
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