Chapter One Hundred and Eight: Still a Transitional Chapter~

Of course. After all, she was from the Lan family.

Sang Qiwu was clearly truly hungry. After finishing the apple, he went back to the fruit basket, rummaged through the rest, and in the end picked out a dragon fruit. He tore off the peel and started eating it straight away.

Sang Yijia watched him eat and felt hungry too. She licked her lips, then quietly looked away.

“Second Brother, can you tell me about the Lan family?”

“Of course.” Sang Qiwu nodded. “The Lan line has always been passed down by a single heir. Even before Lan Qingshu, all the way up through her father’s generation, there was only one child each time, and they were all boys.”

“But by the time it reached Lan Qingshu’s generation, they finally had a daughter. Unfortunately, Mrs. Lan was later found to be unable to bear children again.”

Sang Yijia let out a soft sound, genuinely surprised.

“So what does the Lan family plan to do now?”

“Hm?” Sang Qiwu did not quite understand what she meant by “what to do.” After furrowing his brow for a moment, he realized what she was asking and laughed, waving his hand dismissively. “Little Sister, what era do you think this is?”

“How could there still be families insisting on a son to carry on the family line?”

“Uh...” Sang Yijia fell silent again.

Before she had entered this novel, she had lived in a small town. It was not until university that she left and went to the city. She knew that valuing boys over girls was wrong, but the elders in her hometown had always said such things, and even the adults around her, even the older sisters who had left the orphanage and later returned, would say that their in-laws demanded they must give birth to a son.

Over time, Sang Yijia had been influenced as well. For example, she had come to believe that a son was needed to inherit the family business.

“Lan Qingshu made it clear when she went on blind dates before: she wanted someone to marry into the Lan family, and any future children would take Lan Qingshu’s surname.” Sang Qiwu did not think there was anything wrong with that idea, and in fact he even wanted Sang Yijia to do the same. “Little Sister, I think Lan Qingshu’s idea is pretty good. Do you want to try it too?”

Anyway, Lu Wenchuan had said he was willing to marry into the family.

“Let’s talk about that if I ever meet someone later.” Sang Yijia currently had no thoughts of dating. She still wanted to stabilize the plot first. “I’m barely in my twenties. No need to rush into finding a boyfriend.”

“You two, though—when are you going to find me a sister-in-law?” she asked, forcibly changing the subject.

Sang Qiwu froze. He had not expected the question to be thrown back at him so quickly, and he was still thinking about how to answer when Sang Qiwen returned.

“What are you talking about?”

“Big Brother, when are you going to find a girlfriend?” Sang Yijia asked first. “Second Brother says he wants a sister-in-law.”

Sang Qiwu: “?”

Since when did I say that?

“A sister-in-law?” Sang Qiwen’s brow tightened. He glanced over at his younger brother. “Second Brother, you should take care of yourself first.”

“Oh.” Sang Qiwu said miserably, but he did not expose Sang Yijia.

----

Jian Hong called Lan Qing again. The trending topics on social media were becoming more and more outrageous. Even if the company tried to suppress them, someone would quickly buy them back up. It was obvious that someone was trying to destroy Lan Qing completely.

“Have you found Shen Jin?” Jian Hong did not waste words. She needed the result.

Lan Qing had seen the trending topics on Weibo. One glance had been enough for her to be too afraid to read the comments, certain they were full of abuse.

She had done nothing, said nothing. It was those people who had read too much into it and misunderstood everything. How could they blame her?

Lan Qing could not understand it. She had been hiding in her hotel room the whole time, too afraid to go out. She was afraid that the moment she stepped outside, she would be surrounded by onlookers, afraid of seeing their pointing fingers.

“Sister Hong, I haven’t gone looking for him yet.” Lan Qing had called Shen Jin, but he did not answer a single call. She had sent messages on WeChat too, and he had not replied.

Lan Qing knew that meant she had been blocked.

“Then hurry up and find him!” Jian Hong was exasperated. “Didn’t you keep saying before that Shen Jin treated you very well?”

“That was because he also thought I was the eldest daughter of the Lan family.” Lan Qing answered in despair. “Sister Hong, what do we do now?”

Jian Hong took a deep breath and pressed her temples. “Find Shen Jin and have him come forward on behalf of the Shen family to settle this.”

“In truth, it is not yet that serious. We are already controlling the comments and handling the public relations.”

“But, Lan Qing, do you know? There are many people in this circle who are eager to drag you down.” Only then would someone else have a chance to rise.

The entertainment world had always been this cruel.

“Sister Hong, I’ll try to contact Shen Jin. Can you give me a little more time?” Lan Qing was frightened. She clutched her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

“I...” Lan Qing did not know how to make Jian Hong believe her. But right now, Shen Jin was all she had.

“Do it quickly. I’ll keep holding things down on the company’s side for now.” Lan Qing acted well and was beautiful too, and she had always managed to get by in the industry. If it were not the final critical moment, Jian Hong would not give up such a cash cow.

“Thank you, Sister Hong.” Lan Qing apologized gratefully.

After the call ended, Lan Qing immediately called Shen Jin again. Still, there was no answer.

“What should I do?” Lan Qing stared blankly at the hotel room door, wondering whether she should go out and look for Shen Jin.

But if she went out and reached Shen Jin’s room, what would that mean? Lan Qing knew exactly. She did not want to take that step.

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Sang Zheng and Sang’s mother had made plain rice porridge at the hotel, but Sang’s mother thought it was too bland. She went to find the person in charge of the kitchen and asked for chicken breast, then made a bowl of shredded chicken porridge before packing it up to take to the hospital.

Just as they reached the hospital entrance, Sang Zheng’s phone rang.

“You go ahead and take care of things. Jiajia is awake now, so there is nothing to worry about,” Sang’s mother said after hearing the ringtone. “Come up later and see her.”

“Mhm.” Sang Zheng glanced at the caller ID and nodded to her before turning aside to answer the phone.

“How is the investigation going?” The hospital at night was quiet, yet not completely quiet. Ambulances came and went, never stopping for long. There would occasionally be brief moments of silence, but they were quickly broken by other sounds.

Looking at the greenery by the roadside, Sang Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Since you found it out, then release it.”

“But don’t release it all at once. Let it out little by little.” A faint curve touched the corner of Sang Zheng’s lips. “I want him to know exactly what happens to anyone who dares to covet my daughter.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Understood, Boss.”

Sang Zheng ended the call and turned, only to see Lu Wenchuan standing there. He paused. “You heard all that?”

“Mhm.” Lu Wenchuan did not deny it.

“Don’t worry. The person I want to teach a lesson to is not you.” Sang Zheng put his phone back into his pocket and looked up at him. “Leaving so soon?”

“Sang Dage and Sang Erge are here with Yijia. It wouldn’t be right for me to stay any longer,” Lu Wenchuan replied honestly. “I’ll come see Yijia again tomorrow.”

Sang Zheng gave a quiet hum and looked at him again.

Actually, Sang’s mother had not been wrong. Lu Wenchuan was indeed the best choice. But when he thought of what had happened before, Sang Zheng could not help worrying and fearing that Sang Yijia might remember it all.