Chapter 279: Chapter 279: Why Did Big Brother Take Qiaoqiao Away That Day
“I’ll peel the shrimp for you in a bit,” Sang Nanfeng looked at the excellent atmosphere at ho, as well as Qiaoqiao’s light and warm manner of speaking, and felt increasingly that his approach was the right one.
Their family was so much better this way.
“Great, big brother, peel a lot, Grandpa wants to eat so too,” Sang Qiao cocked her head watching her brother, smiling with the corners of her eyes curved.
Sang Shen, watching this scene, felt jealous and quickly interjected, “I can peel too.”
“And .” Sang Siyang didn’t want to act childishly like them, but he too wanted to receive Qiaoqiao’s smile.
Sang Qingran: “ too.”
When the servants finished preparing the al and brought it to the table, the Sang Family brothers and Mrs. Sang wouldn’t stop peeling shrimp until they had cleaned out the entire plate.
Sang Qiao watched this scene in disbelief. Why had her brothers suddenly beco so fond of peeling shrimp?
What surprised her most was Mrs. Sang. How had her attitude changed so drastically?
After dinner, Mr. Sang Senior, worried that Sang Qiao wouldn’t recognize her room in the old house, specially took her upstairs to identify it, not expecting her to head straight for her room.
“I rember.”
“Good, Qiaoqiao has a really great mory,” Mr. Sang laughed.
Sang Nanfeng and the others rarely stayed at the old house, so they didn’t have fixed rooms.
They were just thinking of settling down in the living room for now and planned to have the servants turn it into their rooms the next day.
Sang Qiao suddenly turned to look at them, “Doesn’t big brother live in the room on the first floor of the building next door?”
Sang Nanfeng: “…” That was from when he was very young. Now, that place was used to store discarded things and hadn’t been cleaned for a long ti, it was a ss.
“Doesn’t second brother live in the room at the back?” Sang Qiao pointed outside the window.
Sang Shen: “…” That room was previously a chicken and duck coop. As a youth, he had run away from ho, penniless and unwilling to compromise with his family, and had spent a night in the coop.
“Doesn’t Third Brother like living on the roof? Saying it’s nice to watch the stars while sleeping.”
Sang Qingran: “.” Dead mories were attacking him.
He had arrogantly said those words as a child after getting stuck on the roof, unable to get down and not wanting to lose face.
“Doesn’t fourth brother like sleeping in a chair? Saying it’s more comfortable than a bed.”
Sang Siyang: “…” That was just because he had been too tired from practicing his gaming skills all night and accidentally fell asleep, not wanting to worry them with his words.
If not for Sang Qiao’s innocently pale face, they would have been sure that Qiaoqiao was deliberately tornting them. But they knew that wasn’t the case; Qiaoqiao was just confused about her mories.
Probably noticing the quiet atmosphere, Sang Qiao hesitantly said, “Did I rember wrong again?”
“There’s nothing wrong; we were just thinking since you just got out of the hospital, it would be more convenient to look after you if we stayed in rooms closer to yours,” Sang Shen smiled especially pleasingly, unable to bear seeing her doubt herself.
Sang Siyang also nodded, “That’s right.”
“No need, I’m already recovered. Plus, if sothing happens in the middle of the night, I can call you guys. Knocking on your doors might not even wake you up.”
Sang Qiao’s furrowed brows instantly smoothed out. She hadn’t rembered too many things incorrectly after all.
The four Sang brothers: although but…
“Alright, you guys go back to your own nests to sleep,” Mr. Sang held back his laughter, only wanting to say, “Serves you right!”
It was finally Qiaoqiao’s turn to give those scoundrels a hard ti.
Sang Nanfeng felt the ssy storage room was quite good, “Okay, if Qiaoqiao needs anything, just call my phone.”
“You can call too,” Sang Qingran looked up, pondering how he would sleep tonight.
“No, no, no, call , I’m a light sleeper,” Sang Shen eagerly promoted himself.
Sang Siyang: “I won’t sleep, call .”
The other three brothers in the Sang Family looked at Sang Siyang, cunning—they were really ready to go all out!
“Alright, don’t bother Qiaoqiao and let her rest. There can’t be any issues since she can’t even talk.” Mr. Sang Senior decisively started to send people away.
“Goodnight.” Sang Qiao was indeed tired, her muscle mory keeping her previous sleeping habits intact.
After Sang Qiao’s room door was closed, Mrs. Sang closed her own, unable to get a word in even though Qiaoqiao’s mory was disordered.
After the four Sang brothers went downstairs, they silently regarded their sleeping arrangents for the night.
Might as well sleep on a chair for the night.
All four grown n looked at each other in silence.
Sang Shen recalled his visit to the doctor today and subconsciously started speaking.
“We had better follow along with Qiaoqiao’s disordered mories. I consulted with the doctor, and if we keep revisiting the mories she is familiar with, she might recover all of her mories.”
“Alright, let’s go along with her. We’ll play along as long as she’s willing. When she rembers, we’ll no longer have a chance to interact with her like this.”
Sang Qingran, being a doctor himself, was well aware of this fact—it was like stolen ti for them.
He greedily hoped for it to last longer and longer; he just wanted to treat her well, to make up for everything to her while she was willing to accept gifts.
Sang Siyang paused, also torn. The way Qiaoqiao was close to them, he was delighted.
“I plan to let Qiaoqiao know about our actions and the existence of Sang Jiao. If she still recognizes us after knowing these, we should follow her disordered mories.”
“Fourth brother, you…” Sang Shen instinctively wanted to hide those unpleasant mories.
ntioning Sang Jiao made him want to slap himself; he truly was unforgivable.
“Qiaoqiao doesn’t rember those things. Bringing them up is like telling a story to her, one she can’t empathize with. She might not reject us unless one day she rembers everything.”
Sang Qingran spoke calmly to soothe them. Indeed, it was true. Qiaoqiao’s head wasn’t devoid of mories; she may lean towards her existing feelings in her mories.
It was like suddenly telling soone with mories that their family mbers are bad because their mories are ssed up—she might not accept such an argunt.
“That makes sense.” Sang Shen was still uneasy inside; the things he had done irritated him, and he couldn’t imagine how Qiaoqiao would react if she found out…
Sang Nanfeng, listening to their conversation, had a mocking flash in his eyes. They were just talking about justice a mont ago, and now they were already contemplating delaying Qiaoqiao’s mory recovery, hoping it would never return.
In reality, they were all the sa; none were more selfless than the others.
After discussing Sang Qiao, Sang Siyang coldly regarded Sang Nanfeng.
“Big brother, I’ve always been puzzled why you didn’t lock the car door when Qiaoqiao jumped from the car. Why didn’t you?”
“I forgot; I was only focused on hiding Qiaoqiao at the ti,” Sang Nanfeng casually explained.
In his car, he naturally wouldn’t give Qiaoqiao a chance to jump and get hurt. He was grateful that she didn’t think of jumping that day; even if she had, she wouldn’t have been able to open the door.
“I don’t understand. Whether Qiaoqiao marries Si Chenli or not, you wouldn’t get many chances to see her. Why did you take Qiaoqiao away on her wedding day, or better yet, did you intentionally leave the car door unlocked!”
Sang Siyang didn’t want to suspect his older brother with ill intent, but his recent actions made him doubtful.
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