"Grandma, you believe their one-sided stories?" Sang Qian interrupted Chen Qiurong.
Su Miaotong sneered, "Grandma doesn't believe me, doesn't believe Yuanhang, doesn't believe Sang Yu, would she rather believe you, an outsider who just entered the family?"
Sang Qian looked coldly towards Su Miaotong, "Who has ulterior motives, you know very well."
"Grandma, look at her, we've come this far, and she still won't admit it, do you really want to keep someone like her around my big brother and Sang Yu?" Su Miaotong looked anxiously at Chen Qiurong.
Chen Qiurong saw that Sang Qian's expression remained calm from start to finish, so she couldn't help but take another look at her, "You said their words are one-sided, fine, then tell me what really happened?"
Sang Qian looked up, glanced at a spot on the ceiling, "Seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving, perhaps Grandma should look at the surveillance footage."
Surveillance?
Where did the villa's surveillance come from?
Su Miaotong and Ji Yuanhang looked at the ceiling simultaneously, and when they saw the surveillance camera blinking red, their faces turned instantly pale.
Naturally, Chen Qiurong saw it too. Before she could even question it, Sang Qian took the initiative to explain, "Before the wedding, Grandma asked me to check how well the villa was arranged, and for safety, I had some cameras installed at the front door and in the living room."
Sang Qian finished speaking and pulled up the surveillance footage on her phone, handing it to Chen Qiurong.
After Chen Qiurong finished watching, her face darkened completely, and looking at Su Miaotong who sat on the ground, she said, "Won't you stand up? What, are you waiting for me to help you?"
Su Miaotong stood up, pale-faced, "Grandma, it's Sang Yu who said..."
Her attempt to argue further was interrupted by Ji Yuanhang's angry shout, "Shut up!"
Then he looked apologetically towards Chen Qiurong, "Grandma, your grandson was overly concerned about Sang Yu and got muddled for a moment, disturbing you. Please don't get upset; it might harm your health."
Chen Qiurong said sternly, "Take good care of your wife, I do not wish to see such things happen again."
"Of course, Grandma."
"Go back, you and your wife should visit Chengzhou less often, he needs peace and quiet to recover."
"Yes." Ji Yuanhang supported Su Miaotong as they left the villa.
Seeing Ji Sangyu hanging his head low, looking guilty, Chen Qiurong didn't have the heart to blame him. She sighed and then turned to look at Sang Qian, "Since there was surveillance, why didn't you bring it out sooner, and made me come all the way here?"
Sang Qian openly admitted, "I deliberately wanted Grandma to vent for me, since they always bully me. Yesterday at the wedding, they gave me five million to leave the Ji Family, and today they caused another scene, it really is a bit too much."
Chen Qiurong was taken aback, not expecting them to try to get Sang Qian to leave in private, nor did she anticipate Sang Qian's forthright nature. In the next moment, her stern expression softened, and she looked kindly at Sang Qian, her eyes grew tender, "As long as you are sincere towards Chengzhou and Sang Yu, if anyone dares to bully you again, Grandma will support you."
Sang Qian smiled, "Okay."
**
Sang Qian returned from her walk and arrived at the bedroom, the door was open.
Ji Sangyu's small figure was perched on the edge of the bed, talking to Ji Chengzhou, "...her fighting ability isn't bad, she beat my uncle's wife black and blue.
I'm not praising her, with her being so fierce, who knows how she will abuse me in the future.
Dad, you need to wake up soon and then drive her away."
"Why would I abuse you?" Sang Qian lazily leaned against the door frame.
Ji Sangyu turned around abruptly upon hearing her, his large eyes flashing with a sense of guilt and panic for being caught speaking ill, "You... why are you eavesdropping on my conversation?"
"The door is open, I'm listening openly, not eavesdropping."
Ji Sangyu was at a loss for words, and as he made his way to the door, he looked at Sang Qian huffily and said, "You're so annoying."
His eyes were wide, his cheeks puffed out angrily, like a frog, also like a blowfish, Sang Qian couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile, "But I think you're really cute."
Ji Sangyu looked momentarily stunned, then his fair little face instantly turned red, and he turned his small head proudly and walked away.
This woman doesn't play by the rules, so irritating.
And where was he cute? He was clearly handsome.
Sang Qian watched Ji Sangyu enter the nearby children's room before going into the bedroom, washed up, and then sat down beside Ji Chengzhou, starting to massage his arm.
After a few presses, she felt something was off; the muscles under her hands were well-defined.
She pinched Ji Chengzhou's forearm again, firm, tight, and elastic.
This didn't make sense.
If she didn't practice martial arts, she wouldn't have noticed, but as a martial artist, she knew that to maintain such a state, one must regularly exercise and train.
But Ji Chengzhou had been bedridden for half a year; this couldn't be the state he should be in.
Suddenly remembering that she had seen his fingers move and his eyes suddenly open, and that there had been responses in his body, could it be...
Was he faking it?