Sang Qiao's live stream was no exception; the comments flew by so quickly that they disappeared without a trace before she could finish reading a line.
The popularity soared so fast that her live stream room crashed.
Fans who couldn't enter her room had no choice but to flood into Sang Jiao's livestream.
[Ah, I'm fine, there's no need to apologize to me. I don't even know why Qiaoqiao ended up like this. Sang Jiao, are you a fucking green tea bitch? Splashing dirt on others, where do you get the face to say these things?]
[Really throwing up here, just talked one second and got slapped in the face the next. Does it hurt?]
[You're such a sb thing, why don't you just die.]
[You and your brother really are knife-to-ass experts, you've really opened my eyes!]
Sang Jiao was completely stiffened, clueless as to why the netizens who were initially sympathetic and complimentary turned to cursing her out of the blue while she was live streaming to the camera.
Meanwhile, Yao Hui had silently scrolled through Weibo, incredulous that the beauty beside him could be so venomous.
She didn't seem like that? She seemed pretty kind on the surface, so why the two-faced act?
"Yao Hui, what's wrong?" asked Sang Jiao, feeling uneasy under his gaze, her face unable to hide her discomfort.
"Look for yourself. Sang Qiao is really unlucky to have a friend like you," Yao Hui said sharply, standing up and heading for the door. He couldn't stand the thought of partnering with someone so malicious.
Suddenly, he thought Meng Wange was actually quite good. Although she was a bit ugly, a bit fat, and held them back a bit, at least she was normal.
Sang Jiao felt even more ashamed after being told off, and the moment she opened Weibo, she was so scared that her phone dropped to the floor.
How could Sang Qiao have such clear evidence? Even the places she went that day, and the WeChat messages she sent were all collected so thoroughly.
Sang Jiao suddenly remembered that time when she was preoccupied with the idea of showing off her uniqueness, sending chat records and taxi receipts from her visit to Brother Li to Sang Qiao.
She felt that she could visit Brother Li on the set anytime, anywhere, while Sang Qiao had to seek Brother Li's permission first; the disparity was bound to make Sang Qiao upset.
Looking back, Sang Jiao was filled with regret, thinking she should never have sent it.
Trembling, she tried to pick up her phone to call Brother Li; she couldn't let herself be beaten to death like this.
On the other hand, Sang Shen saw Sang Jiao's incoming call but had no intention of answering.
He clenched his phone tightly, focusing on the evidence from Sang Qiao that she wasn't present because she underwent an eight-hour surgery at the hospital! She wasn't even conscious.
The morning Sang Jiao visited the hotel was the very day the three of them were kidnapped.
Could it be that... Sang Qiao's injuries were sustained during the kidnapping, and she hadn't abandoned him?
With this speculation, Sang Shen staggered to his feet, wanting to run outside.
But he was blocked by Sang Nanfeng. "What are you trying to do now! Is it not enough trouble for you? With Sang Qiao's evidence so complete, the only thing to do now is to contact her and apologize immediately, otherwise it will be you who ends up embarrassed in court!"
"It's not important anymore, that's not important now," Sang Shen said, his voice trembling.
If what he speculated was true, he couldn't imagine how disappointed Sang Qiao must be due to his coldness, when in truth, she was the one who was seriously injured, while he blamed her.
"How can it not be important when it will affect your future career! The company will be impacted too, for speaking on your behalf."
"Let PR find a way to pin it on me, I'm going to find Sang Qiao; big brother, don't stop me," Sang Shen's voice involuntarily grew louder, a bit out of control.
"Just call her directly, wouldn't that be more convenient?"
"Right, phone, call her." Sang Shen's hands trembled as he pulled out his phone from his pocket, lips quivering too, he numbly tapped through his contacts and dialed Sang Qiao's number.
The call didn't even connect, instead, the prompt came straight through saying the other party's phone was switched off.
Sang Shen's voice turned hoarsely involuntary, gripping his elder brother's arm, feeling powerless for the first time, "Big brother, lend me your phone, she's blocked me, she blocked me."
"Use the company's phone; she's blocked me too," Sang Nanfeng said uncomfortably.
But he felt somewhat relieved inside, he wasn't the only one being blocked.
"No, I have to find her, she's blocked me. I definitely won't be clear over the phone." Sang Shen put down the hand that wanted to pick up the phone and ran out the door.
Sang Nanfeng was too late to react with his quick pace, his brows furrowed tightly, not understanding why his normally calm second brother was so desperate to find Sang Qiao.
It didn't seem right to fuss over this, after all, even the defamation of the accuser's reputation didn't bother him.
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On Sang Qiao's end, the livestream had crashed, so she boldly lay back in defeat, opened her own unbeaten Candy Crush game, and after being forced to watch ads several times, she still couldn't advance.
She scratched her hair, losing patience gradually. As she immersed herself in the game, the bed beside her suddenly caved in.
She sat up instinctively and saw the man beside her, "Did you finish washing the clothes?"
"Uh-huh, is the live stream over?" Si Chenli's hair was also nearly dry, the sleeves of his arm pulled up slightly.
"Too many people, it crashed," Sang Qiao said as she glanced at the camera which was still on, would it ever recover from freezing like that? Maybe she should just turn it off and go to sleep.
Then she looked at the bed behind her, "Is it inappropriate for us to sleep together?"
"Now that we're a couple, how is it inappropriate?" Si Chenli's dark eyes held a trace of tenderness.
Right when they were talking, the live streaming room got fixed and back to normal, but neither of them noticed.
Sang Qiao's delicate brows frowned, now that there's no camera following, Si Chenli still so diligently pushing the couple feeling, isn't that a bit too much?
Her voice revealed a touch of distaste, "But you're taller and bigger, sleeping with you, I only get a third of the bed."
[Laughed so hard, thank you. As expected, one cannot view Sister Qiao in the same way as normal people. In other live streams, male and female guests sleeping together: shy, blushing. Sang Qiao's live stream: You're taking up too much bed space, it's not fair!]
[Brother Li's tenderness is ultimately misplaced.]
[Sang Qiao, can you act a little more delicate! You just went through a huge misunderstanding involving public scrutiny; even if you're not sad, you don't have to be so cavalier, right? Really envious of your temperament.]
Si Chenli looked at her leisurely, his indifferent face inquiring, "Then what do you propose?"
"I studied it just now; the bed can be separated, with a Simmons mattress on top and a wooden bed below. You can sleep on the Simmons because it's softer, and I'll take the wooden bed."
"There's only one set of bedding."
"I'll cover myself with my own clothes," Sang Qiao had thought it all through, not out of shyness, but because she didn't like to share a bed. She was used to sleeping alone.
Seeing her so thorough in her considerations, Si Chenli's dark eyes stared straight at her, his thin lips curling into a faint smile, "Is it so unbearable to sleep with me?"