I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot - Chapter 348
Chapter 348: Guess Come True
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Sang Minglang replied nonchalantly, “What do you mean? I did give my blessings. Let’s go.”
He waved his hand to hail a taxi, but Sang Qianqian quickly pulled him back. “You’re angry just because I said a few words? Didn’t you say that you’re done with your work? Where are you thinking of going?”
“Why would I be angry with you?”
Sang Minglang raised his eyebrows. “I just remembered that I forgot to take care of some things. I’m going back to the office.”
Sang Qianqian heaved a sigh of relief. “Then come home early tonight.”
After the car left Sang Qianqian’s line of sight, Sang Minglang instructed the driver to make a turn, and the car headed straight for a hospital in the suburbs.
When he was injured and could not see, he was treated in this hospital. At that time, Ruan Xiaoshuang was always by his side.
Sang Minglang clearly remembered the doctor telling him at the start that the transplant operation would not be that quick because a suitable cornea needed to wait. The fastest would take about half a year.
However, a few days later, the doctor came to inform him that he could start the operation.
When he asked for the reason, the doctor said that he was lucky and did not say anything else.
Sang Minglang did not think too much about it back then, but now that he thought about it, there were suspicious points everywhere.
At that time, he had temporary amnesia due to his injury and memory damage. His attitude toward Ruan Xiaoshuang was very bad, but Ruan Xiaoshuang had always been by his side silently and took care of him meticulously.
His cornea transplantation was a major operation, but Ruan Xiaoshuang didn’t appear that day.
After the surgery, he didn’t see Ruan Xiaoshuang until he recovered.
Today, when he suddenly saw her and heard Sang Qianqian talk about the condition of her eyes, he had a vague guess in his heart. However, he hoped that he had guessed wrong.
Without much effort, Sang Minglang found the surgeon who was the head surgeon for him back then. The doctor actually still remembered him.
Hearing Sang Minglang ask about the source of the cornea transplantation, the doctor was vague and did not want to reveal it. Sang Minglang replied indifferently, “Is the donor the girl who took care of me at that time? Is her name Ruan Xiaoshuang?”
The doctor’s face stiffened. “Since you already know, then why are you still asking me?”
To be honest, he had been a doctor for so many years, but he had only seen one case where a living person voluntarily donated their cornea, so he was deeply affected.
He didn’t agree at the time, but this girl finally convinced him to give it a try.
“That girl is deeply in love with you. Even if you don’t like her, you don’t have to be so cold to her.”
The doctor shook his head and sighed. He said earnestly, “Her eyes can still be treated. At that time, the girl said that she would come to see me again in the future, but she never came. If you know where she is, you can go and persuade her to get treatment as soon as possible.”
When Sang Minglang left the hospital, he did not return to Sang Qianqian’s residence. Instead, he went to Youlin Art Studio.
He parked the car on the opposite side of the road. Through the glass door, he could see Ruan Xiaoshuang sitting sideways by the window with a slight smile on her lips while talking to Song Yu.
For a moment, Sang Minglang wanted to go in and explain everything to Ruan Xiaoshuang.
However, her gentle smile made him hesitate.
Sang Qianqian was right. Her happiness was hard to come by and he should not destroy it so easily.
Sang Minglang did not know how long he had been sitting in the car, but the sun’s shadow was shifting slightly.
He saw Ruan Xiaoshuang get up. Song Yu wanted to send her off, but she declined him. Coincidentally, there were a few guests in the studio, so Ruan Xiaoshuang pushed Song Yu to greet the guests and left with her cane.
She must have walked this path many times, seeing how she was very familiar with it. She found the crossway very accurately.
There were no traffic lights at the intersection, so she walked very slowly. When a car passed by, she would stop when she heard the honk and quietly waited for the car to pass.
Sang Minglang alighted from his car and strode over to her. He held her by the arm and helped her cross the road.
Usually, there would be good-hearted people who would help her. She bowed toward Sang Minglang and thanked him gently.
Sang Minglang watched as she slowly walked into the district, and followed her silently from a few steps away.
When she walked through the flower path in the neighborhood, someone who knew her greeted her and called her Mrs. Song. She didn’t deny it and responded with a smile.
Sang Minglang followed her and a few other residents to the elevator. After she got off a certain floor, she took out the key to unlock the door and entered the house.
Sang Minglang leaned against the corridor and stood there for a long time.
This neighborhood was very ordinary. The corridor was not very bright, and cigarette butts flickered in the darkness for a long time.
Later on, melodious zither music came from her house, stirring people’s hearts.
In a daze, Sang Minglang seemed to have returned to many years ago. Long hair hanging down to her waist, a girl with gentle eyes, pressing on the piano’s black and white keys like flowing water, turning back from time to time and smiling at him.
Things had changed with the passage of time. In the end, they could not go back to how they were.
When Sang Minglang returned to the small courtyard, Sang Qianqian was on her phone, talking about some painting.
In the living room, there were three paintings. The style of the paintings was similar to the ones in Youlin Art Studio.
After hanging up the phone, she saw that Sang Minglang’s gaze was fixed on the paintings. Sang Qianqian explained, “Song Yu’s paintings are quite spiritual and have a high level of comprehension. I asked Grandmother Zhen to help me find a famous painter in the capital’s calligraphy and painting world. I just sent a picture to someone she found for me, and the other party was quite interested.”
Furthermore, the other party had also revealed a piece of news that made Sang Qianqian very excited. Recently, the other party had been organizing an exchange art exhibition between many countries. If Song Yu’s paintings were selected and displayed in the exhibition, it would definitely raise a wave of fame.
Sang Minglang sat down on the sofa and said indifferently, “Don’t be too happy yet. Maybe they’re only interested because they would be able to receive Old Lady Zhen’s favor.”
“Brother, why are you always ruining things for people?”
Sang Qianqian glanced at him. “Grandmother Zhen has already said that this old man has a more honest personality. It’s fine for her to introduce him to me, but whether he will choose me or not depends on the painting itself. Moreover, I’m quite optimistic about Song Yu’s paintings.”
Sang Minglang did not think much of it, “Why did you suddenly think of helping him?”
“Song Yu’s current condition doesn’t seem so good, and I don’t think the art studio business is going that well. At best, it can barely be used to make a living.”
Sang Qianqian said seriously, “Doesn’t he still have to bring Sister Xiaoshuang to many places? Without sufficient financial support, it will be difficult to help Sister Xiaoshuang realize her wishes.”
“I’m just afraid that if he really becomes famous, he’ll stray due to all the power he would receive.” Sang Minglang said neither coldly nor warmly.
Sang Qianqian was speechless. “Brother, do you have a grudge against Song Yu? Why can’t you just hope for the best for him?”
“I’m just telling the truth. If he can maintain his original heart, that would naturally be even better.”
Sang Minglang did not really want to mention Song Yu, “Dad called you yesterday, right?”
Sang Qianqian nodded. “He did. Why did he suddenly go to Europe?”
“He left the company’s matters to me. Uncle Zhong invited him there a few times. Dad also wants to go there for a gathering.”
Sang Minglang said, “He said that he might stay there for a year or so..”
