Chapter 365: Chapter 365: He Doesn’t Like to Create a Persona for Himself
“Grandfather, let’s discuss this further,” Sang Shen still wanted to say sothing to make the old man change his mind.
There was nothing he could do as Mr. Sang Senior imdiately covered his ears, assuming a stance of refusing to listen.
Sang Shen knew the matter of him going on blind dates was set in stone, with no room for turning back.
Mrs. Sang ca downstairs, saw the scene between her husband and grandson, and silently walked into the kitchen to pour herself a drink. She wandered through each day in a daze, not close to her son and unable to ask for her daughter’s forgiveness, only speaking more whenever her granddaughter returned.
The situation they were in today, Mrs. Sang knew all too well, was all because of herself.
She dared not hope for much, only that her children lived happily, which would satisfy her as well.
Just as she was about to walk into the kitchen, a figure suddenly entered from the door.
Sang Qingran noticed his mother but quickly averted his gaze, looking toward the old man seated on the sofa, “Did you call back for sothing specific you wanted to tell ?”
“Starting tomorrow, make so ti for blind dates after work. I’ve already had soone arrange it for you.”
As soon as Mr. Sang Senior spoke, Sang Shen looked at his younger brother with eyes full of pity. It seed that both brothers were equally miserable; the old man had arranged everything so swiftly, there was no intention of discussing it with them, only informing.
Sang Qingran’s face remained indifferent, “I’m afraid I’ve got overti every day starting tomorrow and won’t have a single mont to spare.”
“You rascal, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you!” Mr. Sang Senior instantly scowled, naturally detecting the refusal in Qingran’s words.
“I’m not doing it intentionally; I really am getting busier, and I truly don’t have the ti.”
Sang Qingran’s expression remained calm, his words revealing no clear indication of their credibility.
“Don’t play gas with . No matter what, you must find the ti. My health is declining day by day, and if one day…”
Mr. Sang Senior’s voice started to choke with emotion. Their family was already falling apart, and if his children did not have soone by their side, how could he rest easy?
Sang Qingran always disliked hearing his grandfather speak of such ominous things and imdiately interrupted:
“Alright, I’ll go. Do not speak such unlucky words; you will surely live to a ripe old age, grandfather.”
“Good, good, I didn’t an to threaten you. I’m just really worried about you all. As for Ah He…perhaps it’s best not to bring up the past.”
Mr. Sang Senior quickly retracted his words, but they pierced Qingran’s ears like a needle. What he couldn’t let go of seed to be seen by others as nothing but a pity.
He stood still, unable to recover for a long ti, also caring deeply about why he had been so foolish back then.
“Third brother, don’t overthink it. If you missed out, it ans it wasn’t ant to be. You’ll surely et the right person for you in the future,” Sang Shen comforted as he saw his younger brother’s face darken.
“Mm, I know. I’m not thinking about Ah He, just planning for tomorrow’s schedule, figuring out when to leave work,” Sang Qingran replied, feigning ease.
He appeared nonchalant, but he couldn’t fool anyone.
After all, the calmness he used to possess was so stark that any small disturbance would now be noticeable.
“It’s best if you can let go. Grandfather misspoke just now; don’t take it to heart.”
A sense of guilt rose within Mr. Sang Senior; his words had been too impulsive just monts ago.
“No, I won’t. How can I take to heart sothing that I never cared about to begin with?” Sang Qingran said with a casual smile, telling others and himself alike.
In his life, there had never been anything or anyone he cared about; he was able to let go of everything easily.
He felt only guilt towards Qiaoqiao; he never truly cared about losing this sister.
“That’s good. Have you been in touch with Nanfeng recently?” Mr. Sang Senior had previously said he wouldn’t ddle with this child, but as one ages, concerns seem to mount.
“He ca to see before, wanted a picture of Tiantian, and asked to deliver a gift. He’s not doing well, hasn’t ntioned coming ho, and is working as a waiter at a restaurant.”
Sang Qingran recalled the sour stench on his eldest brother, the first ti he had ever seen him so destitute. Yet, his brother had changed, no longer caring about face.
He felt no pain in his heart watching that scene; he just numbly helped his own family, whether it was his mother or his eldest brother—he wouldn’t just sit back if they were at their wits’ end.
But he felt no stir in his heart; he was not pained by it.
“Has he reford?” Mr. Sang Senior, hearing his eldest grandson had taken up a job as a waiter, wore a look of disbelief.
It was hard to imagine how proud Nanfeng used to be and that he could now be waiting tables.
“He has changed, staying out of Qiaoqiao’s life. I don’t think he’ll repeat his previous actions. Even to give Tiantian a gift, he lacked the courage to do it himself and asked instead,” Sang Qingran spoke frankly, sharing only his observations and judgnts, without the slightest bias.
“Tell him to co back. He needs to settle down. If he thinks of harming others again, I certainly will not let him off easily.”
Mr. Sang Senior sighed, still unable to bear the thought of Nanfeng suffering outside.
“Okay, I’ll call him later and tell him. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to head back now.”
“What’s wrong with staying a night at the old house? Why the rush to go back?”
“I’m just not used to it. I’ll visit next ti,” Sang Qingran’s expression unchanged; indeed, he preferred his own quiet ho.
“Alright, then head back,” Mr. Sang Senior knowing he couldn’t keep him there, didn’t try to persuade him further. His grandsons were each more worrying than the last.
“Mm.”
After Sang Qingran left, Mr. Sang Senior turned his head to look at Sang Shen next to him.
“How is it that you like living in the old house so much; I can’t seem to drive you away?”
“It’s because I want to stay with you, grandfather,” Sang Shen chuckled.
The only thing he could do for his grandfather and Qiaoqiao was to stay by his grandfather’s side.
“All talk, no action. Haven’t there been any acting jobs coming your way lately?”
“No, with my reputation, who would want ?” Sang Shen lied. Even if things were tough, he wouldn’t have been out of work; he had simply declined those offers.
“You know that, yet you don’t think of ways to clean up your image.”
“There’s nothing to clean up. I really did breach contracts often, leaving shoots halfway through. I deserve the criticism.”
Sang Shen smiled lightly, not feeling there was anything to clear up; he was never one for creating a false image—what was done was done.
“Don’t worry; just make ands moving forward. Don’t let it get to you too much. If you really care about the denigration by netizens, get soone to suppress the heat.”
Mr. Sang Senior consoled him; he couldn’t tell if this grandson cared or not, but being insulted was surely unpleasant.
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