After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I’m Pampered by All

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: The Family Ticket Given by Sang Siyang

“You’re happy, aren’t you? Not even bothering to go upstairs and check on me,” Mr. Sang Senior couldn’t help but feel annoyed every time he thought about the recent chess game he had with Mr. Li Senior.

That Old Man Li must have secretly taken lessons. How else could his chess skills improve so much!

Today they played about ten games, and he was only lucky enough to win one!

“Girls find fun in quarreling, but what’s fun about watching you play chess? You keep ruining the game and you’re not even embarrassed,” Mr. Li Senior commented with a taunt.

“What ‘ruining it’? I just made a mistake!”

Mr. Li Senior said lightly, “Right, right, right, making dozens of mistakes won’t change the fact that you lost.”

“But I still won a game against you!” Mr. Sang Senior defended himself with vigor.

“If it wasn’t for you deliberately knocking my pieces over, you wouldn’t have won that one.”

“What ‘knocking over’? It was an accident. Don’t be a sore loser, Old Man Li!” Mr. Sang Senior retorted with a bit of pride.

Sang Siyang couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Pfft.”

Grandpa always plays chess poorly and loves to take back moves; only Old Man Li is willing to play with him.

After the two elders argued for a while, it was time to eat, but Mr. Sang Senior didn’t forget his mission. He casually brought it up while dining, “Qiaoqiao, how would you like it if I throw a big birthday party for you this year?”

“Not much. I’d rather have the cash.” Sang Qiao didn’t even look up as she continued to eat.

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That was indeed what she genuinely thought—hosting a party with so many guests was expensive, tiring, and noisy, so she wasn’t interested.

“…You sure are pragmatic,” Mr. Sang Senior said, somewhat exasperated. By all accounts, throwing a party should be a happy affair, but it seemed Qiaoqiao was genuinely uninterested.

Alas, she really is different.

Sang Qiao’s words were also silently noted by Sang Shen; Qiaoqiao disliked complicated parties and preferred straightforward cash gifts.

But Sang Siyang’s brows furrowed. If she liked money that much, why hadn’t she ever touched the card he gave her? Did she not want it? This thought made him feel rather downhearted.

During the meal, everyone had their own thoughts, and it was clear Sang Qiao was set on not celebrating.

But Sang Shen still planned to go through with the arrangements and would give her the money as well.

After dinner, Sang Qiao was ready to leave, and Mr. Sang Senior didn’t try to keep her. He had already said what he intended for the day, and there was nothing he could do if she wouldn’t budge.

Sang Siyang and Sang Shen left with her, which deeply upset Sang Jiao.

Outside the villa

Sang Shen glanced at his younger brother beside him and felt a hint of irritation, “You’d better not go up there to bother Qiaoqiao. She doesn’t like us pestering her.”

“Big Brother, you should be saying that to yourself. You’re the one who hassles Qiaoqiao all the time; have you annoyed her so much that she can’t stand it?”

Sang Siyang knew his brother’s character all too well. He was simply afraid that Qiaoqiao might forgive him first.

It could be said the Big Brother still didn’t understand Qiaoqiao; based on their past behavior, they could be buried and still wouldn’t get forgiveness.

“I haven’t,” Sang Shen stubbornly denied, feeling an aching in his heart. But how could he have the chance to talk to Qiaoqiao and ask for her forgiveness if he didn’t get close to her?

He had already been restraining himself, not following Qiaoqiao around all the time.

“Fine, you haven’t. I’ll go ahead and give Qiaoqiao the ticket,” Sang Siyang said, not bothering to argue further. He pulled out a family ticket from his pocket and clenched it tightly.

His steps quickened considerably, his whole body taut with tension, and in no time, he was beside Sang Qiao.

He smiled, his voice tinged with ingratiating tones, “Qiaoqiao, in just over ten days I’ll have a competition, will you come to see it? Here’s the ticket.”

“I’m not free.” Sang Qiao glanced indifferently, clearly uninterested in taking the ticket.

“Is there something else you need to do? I could help you with it so that you can come, would that be okay?” Sang Siyang didn’t feel dejected and kept asking.

Following behind, Sang Shen inwardly admired his perseverance and learned a lesson: when rejected, just keep shamelessly asking.

“I’m going to see a friend’s dog.” Sang Qiao replied dismissively, stopping by the road to check her phone for a message from the driver saying it would take another five minutes to arrive.

“Can I help you look after it?” Sang Siyang blurted out without thinking.

Sang Qiao: “…”

“Qiaoqiao, I’m sorry. I know I’m shamelessly persistent. I just want to make it up to you. It was all my fault for breaking my promise and making you wait for nothing. Take this ticket, you can go to the event or sell it if you like, it’s all money. Don’t turn it down for nothing, will you please just accept it?”

Sang Siyang held out the family ticket with as much humility as he could muster.

He was open-minded about it, even if Qiaoqiao sold the ticket, at least she would have accepted something from him.

“No need, I don’t want to accept it, nor do I need your compensation.” Sang Qiao remained unyielding.

She was a one to hold grudges, even though she bore no ill will towards the Sang family now, she remembered what they did and refused to accept anything from them.

As the saying goes, one’s independence is compromised by accepting favours.

“This isn’t compensation, it’s… an invitation.” Sang Siyang felt his palms sweating uncontrollably.

While they were talking, a car drove up and stopped beside her, the window rolled down to reveal the Su family driver’s face.

With a simple, honest smile, he said, “Miss Sang, please get in the car.”

“Okay.” Sang Qiao replied, and without hesitation, opened the door and got into the car.

As she was closing the door, she looked up at Sang Siyang, “I refuse your invitation.”

Then the car door was closed without hesitation and sped away, leaving the two men standing there sighing.

Sang Shen spoke feebly, “How come Qiaoqiao is so difficult to soothe? No matter what we do, she won’t budge an inch.”

“You could choose not to woo her. She doesn’t hold a grudge against us, right?” Sang Siyang said, his eyes falling on the family ticket in his hand. No matter how expensive it was, it couldn’t win over a certain person’s affection.

His words left Sang Shen silent, then, with a sour voice, “Sang Siyang, you’ve done the least wrong; she’ll forgive you first.”

“It’s also possible she won’t forgive anyone,” Sang Siyang said with a bitter smile.

If Sang Qiao mocked or lost her temper with them, he might feel there was anger to work with, that with effort, there was a chance for forgiveness.

But Sang Qiao didn’t. She treated them like strangers, calmly and distantly.

This meant she didn’t care about them, let alone forgive them.

“No, we’re a family. Life is too long to go on ignoring each other like this.” Sang Shen shook his head, disagreeing with Sang Siyang and also not willing to accept the possibility. He couldn’t bear the thought of lying on his deathbed without Qiaoqiao’s forgiveness.

He would go mad, he would die with his eyes open.

“Second brother, I should go back to the club. I still owe Qiaoqiao a championship.”

Sang Siyang was downcast, but he didn’t forget the words of encouragement Qiaoqiao gave him during his low points, when he said he would one day win a championship for her to see.

Later, he did win, but the person watching wasn’t Qiaoqiao.