223 The Wedding Day
Her brother was rebellious when he was young, but he became calm when he matured. There was always a sense of pride between his brows.
Sang Qianqian could not imagine what state of mind her brother had been in. His hands and feet were chained up, and he had been locked up in such a small space for nearly half a year.
The tears that she had been holding back all this time, could no longer be held back when she saw Sang Minglang, and they rolled down in large droplets.
Sang Minglang’s face, on the other hand, carried a smile. “Why are you crying? Aren’t I still alive and well? It’s rare for us to be able to meet, so you should be happy.”
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The more he pretended to be relaxed, the sadder Sang Qianqian felt, and she could not stop her tears.
Sang Minglang sighed silently and pulled her hand over, letting her sit down beside him. He raised his hand to wipe her tears.
“Don’t cry, Qianqian. You didn’t come see me just to cry, right?”
Sang Qianqian indeed had something to say to Sang Minglang.
She suppressed her emotions and asked, “Brother, do you know what happened to Hanyu?”
Sang Minglang’s eyes dimmed. “Ruan Xiaoshuang told me about it.”
However, Ruan Xiaoshuang didn’t tell him the details of Shen Hanyu’s accident. She only vaguely said that Shen Hanyu had died in an explosion in an abandoned mental hospital and that Guo Muyang had become Phoenix’s CEO.
Sang Minglang could more or less guess the whole story.
After all, Shen Hanyu would not go to such a place for no reason. His only weakness was his sister.
“Did Sister Xiaoshuang tell Brother that I’m going to marry Xie Shi’an soon?”
Sang Qianqian was silent for a moment. “The wedding will be in a week.”
During this period, Xie Shi’an did not come to see her. Although he was busy with the Xie family’s matters, he did not fall behind in the wedding preparations.
Everything was slowly being prepared.
Sang Minglang nodded. He swept a glance outside the door, which was very quiet.
Xie Shi’an had just sent Sang Qianqian in and left.
However, his voice was still extremely low, so low that only Sang Qianqian could hear him, “Qianqian, what are you planning?”
“Xie Shi’an told me that if I marry him, I’ll be able to regain my freedom and have more opportunities to visit Brother. Moreover, I might even be able to go back to the hospital to work.”
Sang Qianqian said softly, “Brother, I don’t want to be locked up by them forever.”
Sang Minglang looked at her deeply. His little sister’s thoughts could not be hidden from him.
He said in a low voice, “Qianqian, Ruan Cheng is a lunatic. Xie Shi’an can’t protect you now. Don’t do anything stupid that will agitate Ruan Cheng.”
“Brother, I don’t know how to do such things.”
The corners of Sang Qianqian’s lips curled into a smile, but she was still a little sad. “Hanyu is gone, but you’re still alive. I haven’t saved you yet. Therefore, I won’t do anything stupid.”
“That’s good.”
Sang Minglang patted her hand lightly and asked in a low voice, “Did you contact Dad?”
“No, but Shi’an said that Ruan Cheng won’t make things difficult for the Sang family.”
Actually, based on Ruan Cheng’s personality, he wouldn’t have let the Sang family off. However, Xie Shi’an strongly opposed it. He said that he didn’t want any estrangement between him and Sang Qianqian in the future. If Ruan Cheng insisted on this, he would not stand by and do nothing.
In the end, Ruan Cheng could only give up.
Sang Minglang raised his eyebrows. “So Xie Shi’an has finally done something useful.”
“Brother, we can’t go back to Yuecheng for now. I want Brother Zhong Yao to bring Father to Europe and let him stay with Uncle Zhong for a while.”
Sang Qianqian said, “Just take it as letting Dad go and relax. Let’s leave the company’s matters to someone else for the time being. Is that okay?”
Zhong Yao was Uncle Zhong’s son. After studying abroad, he settled down in France and never returned.
That year, when Uncle Zhong was in a coma, Zhong Yao returned on the eve of the Sang family’s departure from Ming City. He brought Uncle Zhong abroad for treatment.
When Sang Qianqian was studying in Europe, Uncle Zhong had already woken up. She had visited uncle Zhong and Zhong Yao many times, and their relationship was considered extremely close.
If Uncle Zhong was with him, her father would probably feel better.
Of course, Sang Minglang would not object, “Sure. However, can you even contact Zhong Yao?”
Sang Qianqian pursed his lips lightly. “This is one of the conditions I assigned to Xie Shi’an if he wants to marry me.”
Sang Minglang’s emotions were complicated. “You really plan to marry Xie Shi’an?”
“I don’t want to, but I have no other choice.”
Sang Qianqian smiled slightly. “Brother, he’s my first boyfriend after all, and he’s been pretty good to me. I don’t hate him.”
She didn’t hate him, but she didn’t like him either.
Sang Minglang did not feel good in his heart, but at the moment, there was indeed no better choice.
His voice was bitter. “Qianqian, Brother really shouldn’t have acted rashly back then…”
He had fallen into this cage because of Ruan Xiaoshuang, and now it was too late to regret.
“Brother, don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault, Ruan Cheng is just too despicable.”
Sang Qianqian looked at her brother’s haggardly expression and felt a lump in her throat. “Brother, I just don’t know if I’ll be able to save you in the future. If I can’t, please don’t blame me.”
“I don’t need you to save me. Trust your brother, okay? I won’t be trapped here forever. Before I got on the plane, I was rushing, but I still arranged for countermeasures.”
Sang Minglang’s voice was very low, but his tone was firm. “Shen Hanyu is more thoughtful than I am. Even if he’s no longer around, Ruan Cheng wouldn’t have an easy time. Qianqian, you don’t have to worry about me. Big Brother will find a chance to go out sooner or later. For now, just take care of yourself.”
Sang Qianqian heaved a sigh of relief. Hopefully, that was the case.
That way, she would be more at ease and wouldn’t have too much regret when she left.
After leaving the Ruan family’s residence, they returned to the small courtyard.
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As promised, Xie Shi’an let Sang Qianqian make the call.
On the other end of the line, Zhong Yao did not ask much when he received Sang Qianqian’s call. He immediately agreed to Sang Qianqian’s request. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“My brother will pick up my dad in the future. However, if he doesn’t come…”
Sang Qianqian paused for a moment. “Then I’ll have to trouble Brother Zhong Yao to take good care of my father.”
Why do you look like you’re leaving behind your last words? Your brother’s going to pick your father up, but you’re not coming?”
Zhong Yao chuckled and said in a serious tone, “Do you need help, Qianqian?”
Sang Qianqian shook her head. “There’s no need for that. Brother Zhong Yao, I’ll leave my father to you.”
Zhong Yao was about to say something, but Sang Qianqian had already hung up.
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In the blink of an eye, a week passed. The wedding day eventually arrived.
Xie Shi’an kept his promise. This wedding wasn’t only a grand event in the capital, but it had also become the focus of the entire country.
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Everyone knew that the new heir of the Xie family was about to get married. The bride’s identity, appearance, and family background were all kept a secret.
On the day of the wedding, the media took a huge portrait of the bride and groom.
In the photo, the groom had a smile on his face and the bride was in his arms. Under the white veil, her eyebrows were half-furrowed in shyness.
Behind the two of them was an endless sea of flowers, green peaks, and vast clouds. It was a beautiful sight.
The photo quickly became a hot search and went viral on the internet. Although the bride only revealed a small part of her face, she became the object of envy and admiration of countless netizens.
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In a dimly lit room within an unremarkable courtyard in the capital.
A man stared at the photo on the computer with a cold expression. His gaze fell on the side of the girl’s face under the veil for a long time.
His brows and eyes were as cold as frost, gloomy and cold to the extreme.
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