147 Can You Let Me Follow You? I Don’t Want a Status, Or Anything Of That Sort
Sang Qianqian’s face was pale with disbelief.
She remembered the few words she had said to Shen Hanyu at the Sang family’s villa that day.
She asked him why he was targeting the Sang family. He replied, “Why don’t you ask yourself?”
He also said that he had been looking for her for a long time.
If the Sang family’s bankruptcy and her father’s death had nothing to do with him, why would he answer like that?
Guo Muyang sighed. “He did target the Sang family because of you, and he certainly has been looking for you for a long time.”
However, he was not looking for Sang Qianqian herself.
Instead, he was looking for the benefactor who had helped the Shen family clear their debts and overcome their difficulties.
Guo Dingsong refused to tell him who had helped the Shen family back then. He only said that he didn’t need to repay the other party at all.
For the past few years, Shen Hanyu had been trying his best to find out who this person was, but to no avail.
From a certain perspective, he had indeed been looking for Sang Qianqian for a long time.
Sang Qianqian’s lips moved, but in the end, she could not say anything.
She believed in Guo Muyang. He really had no reason to lie to her.
If Shen Hanyu had let the Sang family off, then who was it that had such a huge grudge against her family that they would only be satisfied after it was destroyed?
Sang Qianqian really couldn’t think of anything.
At that time, the Sang family was in a huge debt dispute.
Sang Qianqian was extremely beautiful and was once an unattainable existence for the Young Masters in Ming City’s n.o.ble families.
Now that the Sang family had gone bankrupt, there were many people who took the opportunity to make things difficult for her and bully her. There were also many people who coveted her face and wanted to raise her like a Canary by their side.
She was not living well, and at this point, she would have choice but to marry.
The prerequisite was that the person had to be able to pay off the Sang family’s huge debt.
Han Tianyi really wanted to marry her, but his father, Han Shangrong, would never agree to his son’s decision, so the marriage was left unsettled.
Those debts were enormous.
Many people were willing to bring a princess back home, but the princess had a deadly burden on her, so no one dared to take the risk.
No one dared to marry Sang Qianqian, and the debt collectors had forced her into a corner.
Wen Xu did everything he could to help her pay off her debts, but it was still difficult to fill the hole. Instead, it caused problems for Zhongwen Film and Television Group as the stock price kept falling.
Sang Qianqian had already fallen into despair.
Her father was dead, her brother was missing, and she had dragged down Wen Xu, who was the only one she cared about.
She thought perhaps death would be the best ending for her.
It was late autumn, and the seaside was very cold at night. When Sang Qianqian stepped into the sea, she shivered.
However, she still walked into the wayer without hesitation. Her body seemed to be frozen, but it gradually warmed up again.
The water flowed through her nose and mouth, but she was extremely clear-headed and calmly allowed the water to enter her windpipe.
Her body was like a blade of water gra.s.s, being pushed and pulled by the waves as she drifted and sank. Sang Qianqian’s consciousness gradually fell into a coma.
‘Whoosh!’
Someone forcefully pulled her out of the water, picked her up, and laid her flat on the sh.o.r.e.
The man’s long and strong fingers pinched her chin as he leaned over and transferred his breath into the girl’s body.
Sang Qianqian’s muddled consciousness gradually recovered.
The cold, clear air invaded her lungs. She was laid on the ground as she coughed violently.
When she finally managed to calm her breathing, she raised her eyes.
What she saw was a pair of eyes that were even darker and more unfathomable than the pitch-black night.
Sang Qianqian’s entire body shivered, and she trembled so much that she could not speak.
“I’ve paid off the Sang family’s debt,” Shen Hanyu said indifferently. There was no emotion in his voice.
Sang Qianqian couldn’t describe what she was feeling. It was as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in her chest, constantly suffocating her.
That night, Shen Hanyu drove her back to her place and left.
He didn’t ask Sang Qianqian to fulfill her promise of marrying whoever paid off the Sang family’s debts.
Sang Qianqian did not dare to mention it. Her instincts told her that Shen Hanyu still detested her, and even hated her.
She was no longer living in the Sang family’s villa and didn’t want to trouble Wen Xu. She rented a house by herself.
She didn’t even tell Wen Xu her address because she didn’t want him to get involved in her affairs anymore.
After being in the sea for so long, she fell sick and had a high fever when she returned that night.
She had been unconscious at home for two days. Sometimes, she felt like she was being roasted on a fire, her face red. Sometimes, she felt like she had been thrown into an ice cave, shivering.
Later on, she even had hallucinations.
In a daze, she seemed to have returned to her childhood, where she played on the swing with her brother in the Sang family’s garden. Her father was smiling happily beside her.
However, in the blink of an eye, she saw her father fall from upstairs and land in front of her, blood splattering all over the ground.
She saw her missing brother, covered in blood and looking like he was in pain.
Sang Qianqian cried uncontrollably. Then, she saw Shen Hanyu.
She hugged Shen Hanyu and cried as she apologized. She said a lot of things that she did not even remember.
She cried until she was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
Someone hugged her and fed her some Chinese medicine. It was very bitter and she vomited it out.
The man pinched her chin and made her swallow it.
She was very unconscious. It was as if she had returned to her childhood, when her father forced her to take medicine. She cried and made a fuss, refusing to take it no matter what.
The man’s grip on her chin tightened, as if he was a little annoyed.
She spat the medicine out again.
Her nose was pinched, and her lips seemed to be covered by something warm. The medicine was sent into her mouth, and she was forced to swallow it.
It was as if she had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness.
When Sang Qianqian woke up, she saw Shen Hanyu.
He sat on the chair by the bed with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
The morning light shone in through the window and onto his well-defined and handsome face. It was like an unreal illusion.
Sang Qianqian didn’t dare to move. Instead, she subconsciously held her breath. She was afraid that if she wasn’t careful, she would wake up from this dream and Shen Hanyu would disappear.
She looked at him in a daze for a long time.
That was until Shen Hanyu woke up and met her gaze with his dark eyes.
Sang Qianqian’s heart was beating rapidly.
Shen Hanyu’s expression was cold as he didn’t say anything. He put a hand on her forehead, got up, and left.
The moment the door closed, Sang Qianqian’s heart seemed to be missing a piece, and it hurt terribly.
She couldn’t help but bury herself in the blanket, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed silently.
If Shen Hanyu blamed her, hated her, or even wanted to make things difficult for her like those with grudges against the Sang family, she would be in trouble.
She might not have been as sad as she was now.
However, he had saved her and even helped her pay off the huge debt. When she was sick, he stayed by her side.
Soon, the door was pushed open again.
Shen Hanyu looked at the girl who was buried in the blanket. Her shoulders were shaking violently, and she was obviously crying hard. There was a complicated look in his eyes.
“Don’t cry.” He finally said in a deep voice, “Get up and eat.”
Sang Qianqian was stunned. Did he not leave?
With reddened eyes, he went to wash up in the bathroom and waited for her to finish breakfast.
Shen Hanyu was really leaving this time.
She didn’t know where she got the courage from, but she pulled Shen Hanyu back.
Her voice was very soft, but it was still audible.
“Shen Hanyu, can you let me follow you? I don’t want a status, or anything of that sort.”