Chapter 12 Just because she has a seductive, foxy face?
How could Sang Qian not know Xu Manrong's little scheme?
He immediately and leisurely sat down in the chair next to her, and deliberately turned his head to smile at her.
Xu Manrong: "..."
While Chen Ma was serving the dishes, Sang Jingshan asked Sang Zhiming, "Why hasn't Yulong come back again this year?"
Zhang Shuli quickly explained, "Yulong is currently studying abroad and has a heavy workload, so it's difficult for him to take leave. Therefore, I didn't ask him to make a special trip."
"Oh, but Yulong is still very filial. Last night he even called back to ask Manrong to burn more paper money for him at his grandparents' graves tomorrow."
Sang Qian scoffed inwardly upon hearing this.
Sang Yulong, 19 years old this year, has always been pampered by Zhang Shuli. When he was young, he would throw a tantrum every time he came back, complaining about the poor environment in the countryside and clamoring to leave that very night.
Since his grandparents passed away four years ago, he has not returned to his hometown. Zhang Shuli, who dotes on him excessively, always finds various excuses to cover for him when they pay respects to their ancestors every year.
Just like now.
Sang Qian had no interest in these topics. Perhaps it was because the dishes on the table were all her favorites, and she was tempted to eat them, but she just kept eating silently without saying a word.
Seeing her cheeks bulging from eating, Jin Changyu's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.
How come he never noticed how greedy she was before?
Like a little hamster.
Chen Ma served her a dish and whispered, "Miss, this stewed pig's trotters was specially ordered by the Second Master to be made for you. I started stewing it early this morning. Please try it."
"Wow, it smells so good. Thank you, Aunt Chen."
"Thank you, Second Uncle."
Jin Changyu saw the woman beside him smile sweetly at Chen Ma and Sang Jingshan, her expression like that of a pampered and happy little girl.
He was somewhat lost in thought when he saw Sang Qian pick up a piece of pig's trotter, take a bite, and then give Chen Ma a thumbs up with bright eyes.
"Tender and flavorful, just the taste I love. Chen Ma's cooking skills are as good as ever."
Aunt Chen smiled broadly, "I'm glad Miss likes it."
The table seemed to be divided in two. On Sang Qian's side, everyone was having a good time, while on Sang Zhiming's side, the three of them fell silent, each with their own thoughts.
Sang Zhiming recalled Sang Qian's cold demeanor when she didn't touch her chopsticks at all during her last visit to the Sang family home for dinner. Seeing her smiling at Sang Jingshan now, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Sang Qian is his biological daughter, but she treats his second brother more kindly than her own father.
Zhang Shuli's face darkened, and she cursed Sang Jingshan in her heart for being brainless.
Her son is the heir of the Sang family, and the entire Sang family will belong to Yulong in the future. Sang Jingshan, that stupid idiot with no children, doesn't know how to curry favor with his own nephew, but instead fawns over a married-out slut.
What an idiot.
Xu Manrong looked at Sang Qian, her heart filled with jealousy.
No matter how enthusiastic she was or how carefully she dressed up, Jin Changyu always looked at her with cold eyes and wouldn't even glance at her twice.
But the way he looked at Sang Qian was always different from how he looked at others.
Just like now, even though Sang Qian is not ladylike at all when she eats, taking big bites, Jin Changyu looks at her with gentle eyes, and patiently spins the food tray for her, or quietly hands her soup and picks up food for her.
Hmph, a lowly woman who couldn't even win favor in the Sang family, how could she possibly marry into a top-tier wealthy family and get a man like Jin Changyu?
Is it because she has a seductive, foxy face?
Xu Manrong was filled with resentment and indignation.
Sang Qian was completely unaware of the three people's sinister intentions; she only knew that the food was delicious and that she had a good appetite.
She ate the most during the meal.
Full.
After dinner, they left Sang Jingshan's house and returned to the building on the right.
Sang Qian's room is on the third floor.
There was only one room on the third floor. That floor was specially reserved for her, the eldest granddaughter, by her grandfather. When he was alive, he left a message that even if Sang Qian got married, the third floor would still be hers, and no one could take it over.
Upon entering the lobby on the first floor, Sang Qian went straight to the third floor without stopping, but was stopped by Xu Manrong behind her.
"Sister, before I ate, I saw you give Second Uncle a box of medicinal herbs. It looked like... Tian Shan Snow Lotus, right?"
Tian Shan snow lotus?
Sang Zhiming, who entered the room last, suddenly looked at Sang Qian.
Sang Qian stopped and slowly turned to look at Xu Manrong. "What's it to you?"
"..."
Unexpectedly, she dared to speak so vulgarly in front of Jin Changyu, completely disregarding the image of a young mistress of a wealthy family. Xu Manrong was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses and showed a gentle smile again.
"Sister, don't be angry. It's because Uncle wasn't feeling well recently. The doctor said that Tian Shan snow lotus could help him recover. We searched for a long time but couldn't find any high-quality Tian Shan snow lotus. Just now, I overheard you saying that the Tian Shan snow lotus you gave to Second Uncle was top-grade, so I asked out of curiosity."
Sang Qian watched her act with her arms crossed, and asked indifferently, "And then?"
"Sang Qian, since you have such good medicinal herbs, why don't you give them to your father?" Zhang Shuli accused her with dissatisfaction.
"Don't you know who's closer to you, your biological father or your second uncle?"
Sang Qian said without hesitation, "My second uncle treats me like his own daughter, so of course he's the closest to me."
Upon hearing this, Sang Zhiming's expression froze.
Sang Qian glanced at the three of them. "My second uncle has always treated me like his own daughter since I was little. What's wrong with me taking care of him now that I'm grown up?"
Standing beside her, Jin Changyu's eyes darkened, and he frowned slightly as he looked at her.
Seeing that Jin Changyu seemed displeased, Xu Manrong's eyes flashed with a triumphant smile, but she put on a gentle and kind expression.
“Sister, it’s not that it’s wrong, it’s just… Uncle is your biological father. No matter how good your second uncle is to you, how can he compare to Uncle? After all, your own flesh and blood is always the best, and no one else can compare.”
"so--"
Sang Qian glanced at Sang Zhiming with feigned shock, then looked at Xu Manrong in disbelief, "You mean no matter how good your dear uncle is to you, no matter how much he treats you like his own daughter, he can't compare to your own father, and you won't be filial to him?"
Xu Manrong, caught off guard, turned pale. Before she could even retort, Sang Qian looked at Sang Zhiming with pity and said, "I feel sorry for you, raising an ingrate like your own daughter."
Sang Zhiming's pupils dilated sharply. Looking at the mockery in Sang Qian's eyes, he felt as if something had stabbed him hard in the heart.
I felt very uncomfortable.
Sang Qian's cold and disgusted gaze reminded him of how he had neglected his own daughter over the years, while doting on Xu Manrong, who was not related to him by blood.
Sang Zhiming stood there, unable to utter a single word.
"Who are you calling an ingrate?" Zhang Shuli glared angrily at Sang Qian. "Stop trying to sow discord."
Xu Manrong looked at Sang Zhiming, whose face was pale, with a flustered expression. She shook her head frantically, her voice trembling, "No, Uncle, I, I didn't mean that..."
Sang Qian, not wanting to miss out on trouble, retorted, "How could it not be? Didn't you just say that your own children are always the best, and no one else can compare?"
"No, I... I just meant... Anyway, I didn't say I was disrespectful to my uncle... Uncle, I really didn't mean that..."
"Don't be so nervous. It's okay if you don't treat him like a father. Anyway, some people think that his second wife's niece is closer to him than his own daughter. They won't mind that you're heartless."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Zhiming couldn't catch his breath, clutched his chest in pain, and swayed heavily.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
Zhang Shuli, who was standing nearby, was so frightened that she quickly helped him up.
"Uncle, are you alright?"
Xu Manrong leaned over to support his arm, but was pushed away by Sang Zhiming, whose face was pale.
Sang Qian remained indifferent, not even glancing at whether her so-called father was alive or dead, before turning and going upstairs.
Jin Changyu, who had been silent all along, noticed her movement and immediately followed her.
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