Chapter 38 Chapter 38 updated 11/13.
Soon, some people reacted and took a few steps back.
Most of the people stood there stupidly, staring at Sang Jiaheng's... butt, their heads filled with that powerful fart.
Meng Jiaojiao looked dazed, muttering to herself, "It must be an illusion. How could a person fart so irrationally? Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Now when she thought of Sang Jiaheng, what came to her mind was no longer his handsome face, but that earth-shattering fart.
Meng Jiaojiao covered her chest with her hands, she was disillusioned, her idol.
Tuantuan's eyes widened in shock, and the half-eaten strawberry in his hand fell to the ground.
[“Oh my god, hahahahahahahahaha.”]
Crazy laughter rang out from the main god space.
【"The evil god they raised at home is something. It turns out to be a baby. How could they come up with such a punishment? Hahahahahahahahahaha."】
Sang Wanwan glanced at Sang Xueruo who was lying not far away, her body pressed by a wheelchair, her neck tilted and white foam coming out of the corners of her mouth.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and said to the Lord God Space: "Prepare four anti-gas and anti-odor masks for me."
Main God Space: [“Oh ok hahahaha… ready… hahahaha.”]
Sang Wanwan ignored it.
Noticing the gazes coming from all directions, Sang Jiaheng's body gradually stiffened and he maintained the same position for a long time.
His face turned pale and red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands were clenched into fists.
Father Sang, who was in an excited state, gradually came to his senses, and his mind was filled with the two loud "puff" sounds just now.
After he regained his senses, he looked at his eldest son in front of him, his mouth slightly open, and was speechless for a moment.
In an instant, the atmosphere became strange and quiet.
until-
“Xiao Rou!!!”
While everyone was still in a daze, in disbelief and thinking they were dreaming, a roar filled with shock, worry and heartache resounded throughout the banquet hall and brought everyone back to their senses.
Sang Chen rushed over, pushed down the waiter who was blocking his way, walked past Sang's father and Sang Jiaheng, and ran to Sang Xueruo.
Only then did everyone recover from their shock.
"Xiao Rou, are you okay, Xiao Rou?!"
Another heart-wrenching howl of extreme pain and heartache.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a person lying quietly on the ground.
Only then did they remember that Sang Jiaheng's fart was the loudest and had the only victim, his sister Sang Xueruo, who was sent flying three meters away.
After realizing this, everyone: "..."
They were not dreaming, everything was real, Sang Jiaheng really farted something that was beyond common sense.
Sang Chen picked up the wheelchair that was pressing on Sang Xueruo and threw it aside viciously.
With the sound of "pop", everyone saw Sang Xueruo wrapped in white cloth, lying there with foam coming out of her mouth, her neck tilted, her life or death unknown.
“Xiao Rou!!!”
Father Sang also realized that something had happened to his daughter, and ran over anxiously, shouting.
Sang Jiaheng, whose body was as stiff as a wooden stake, slowly turned around.
This action of his scared the people standing behind him so much that they all moved away and dared not face his butt at all, for fear of becoming the next victim of his fart.
Sang Jiaheng caught a glimpse of their actions out of the corner of his eye.
Not only that, he could also hear other people's whispered conversations in his ears.
Without exception, all those conversations contained the word "fart".
Sang Jiaheng's face was covered with ice, and even his eyebrows revealed a sinister coldness.
He could imagine that after today the word "fart" would become a label attached to him.
Sang Jiaheng's clenched fists made a clattering sound and he suddenly turned to look at Sang Wanwan.
It’s all her fault!!!
Meng Jiaojiao happened to raise her head and saw Sang Jiaheng's cold eyes. It looked like he was going to run over and stab someone in the next second.
Meng Jiaojiao was frightened by his eyes, her body trembled, and her love for Sang Jiaheng faded even more.
She shrank her body, held Sang Wanwan's arm and held her tightly.
Chi Junyu looked at her coldly.
Meng Jiaojiao: “…”
Her hands trembled and she let go of Sang Wanwan.
"Xiao Rou, Xiao Rou, wake up quickly, don't scare me."
"Xue Rou, open your eyes and look. I am your father."
…
At the banquet hall, the howling sounds of the Sang family father and son as if they were competing could be heard, one after another, just like a relay race.
“Xiao Rou!!!”
Sang Chen shook Sang Xueruo's shoulders vigorously, her face looking so painful that she looked as if she were already dead.
Meng's mother couldn't bear it any longer. Why didn't she see before that this family was so unreliable?
She kindly reminded him: "Call 120 first, and then ask your family doctor to come over and take a look."
Sang Chen said anxiously, "Oh, oh, oh, yes, 120, call 120, Dad, please call 120 quickly."
Father Sang reached out and felt around, "My phone isn't here."
Sang Chen didn't care about that anymore. He looked up and saw a group of people watching the excitement around him. The anger in his heart burst out like a tide.
His eyes were red, and he shouted at the guests around him politely and angrily: "What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and call 120. If anything happens to my sister, you will be accomplices and murderers. I, Sang Chen, swear here that I will never let you go, not a single one!"
Suddenly hearing his harsh words, everyone: "???"
What the hell? Where did this idiot come from?
Someone else called, then frowned and said, "I've already called 120."
When everyone saw Sang Chen's expression, they became more convinced of their previous guess that the third son of the Sang family also had romantic feelings for Sang Xueruo.
Just at this moment, Sang Jiaheng walked over.
He looked at Sang Xueruo, who was unconscious in Sang Chen's arms, and guilt weighed on him like a mountain.
Sang Jiaheng said coldly: "Give Xiaorou to me."
Sang Chen suddenly took two steps back, staring at him as if he were an enemy, "You're dreaming, it's all you who caused Xiao Rou to be like this!"
Sang Jiaheng's face turned even colder: "Give it to me!"
Sang Chen: "You are dreaming!"
Sang Jiaheng: “Give it to me!”
Sang Chen: "You are dreaming!"
…
The two of them suddenly started arguing like elementary school students, repeating the same two sentences over and over again.
The guests nearby stared at Sang Chen and then at Sang Jiaheng.
Two family doctors came over, one in his early 30s and one in his 60s. The younger one was a Western doctor and the older one was a Chinese doctor.
The two ran and said, "Let us check Miss Sang's body."
Sang Jiaheng and Sang Chen, who were arguing, looked at them at the same time.
Sang Chen thought about it and decided to put Sang Xueruo down.
After the two of them checked her out, the old Chinese doctor said, "There shouldn't be anything wrong with the young lady's body. She was just stunned for a moment."
The western medicine doctor continued, "You still have to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination."
Shocked, dizzy?
After hearing this, the fart that Sang Jiaheng let out came to everyone's mind again, and their eyes all fell on his butt again.
Sang Jiaheng noticed everyone's gazes, and his body began to radiate cold air.
He suddenly bent down and picked up Sang Xueruo.
Sang Chen saw this and said excitedly: "What are you doing?! Put Xiaorou down!"
Having said that, he rushed forward and tried to snatch the person back.
Sang Jiaheng easily avoided him.
Sang Chen looked at Sang Xueruo who was held tightly in his arms, and his forehead bulged with anger.
He was furious, and while robbing people, he yelled, "Why do you always steal my things? Why?!"
The eyes of the people eating onlookers lit up instantly.
At this moment, Sang Jiaheng had completely lost his usual calm and self-contained demeanor as a nobleman.
He nimbly dodged Sang Chen's hand and shouted angrily, "Get lost! Who the hell are you to snatch someone from me? Are you worthy?!"
Someone nearby covered his mouth in excitement. Oh my god, are these two brothers quarreling on the spot?
In an unattended corner, as Sang Jiaheng's movements became more and more intense, Sang Xueruo's head was shaken back and forth, causing her consciousness to gradually recover a little.
In a daze, Sang Xueruo seemed to hear a noise, which sounded like the voices of her brothers.
She trembled her lips slightly, wanting them to stop arguing, but no sound came out and her fingers moved twice unconsciously.
Looking at his two sons yelling at each other with a look of madness, and then looking at the guests eating watermelon with excitement, Father Sang's eyes suddenly widened.
He then belatedly remembered that today was his 50th birthday party and that all the guests invited were well-known figures in the circle.
He had always performed well at such an important banquet, and his eldest son, whom he had raised as his heir, had lost face in front of everyone.
Now, the two brothers are still quarreling with each other in a manner that is uncultured and uneducated.
Father Sang almost couldn't catch his breath, and staggered back several steps, holding his chest.
The Sang family has completely lost face. Completely lost face.
Father Sang yelled, "What are you doing? Stop it, stop it, stop it!"
But it was no use, his voice was completely drowned out by the roars of the two brothers.
Sang Wanwan glanced at the Sang family members and put her personal belongings back into her bag.
Meng Jiaojiao looked at Sang Jiaheng stupidly, watching him hugging Sang Xueruo tightly and roaring without any image. The little admiration she had for him completely disappeared.
Most of the other girls present who admired Sang Jiaheng were also completely disillusioned with him.
Only Meng Qi, the "official partner", covered her mouth with red eyes and shed tears of sadness.
Meng's mother couldn't stand her stupid behavior and held her tightly.
It's so terrible. I didn't expect that Sang Jiaheng likes Sang Xueruo so much and would not let his daughter marry into the Sang family no matter what.
The only sounds in the quiet banquet hall were Sang Jiaheng and Sang Chen yelling at each other crazily, and Sang's father yelling at them to stop from time to time.
Suddenly, the familiar "gurgling" sounds were heard, drowning out the voices of the father and his two sons.
The quarrel stopped instantly.
Everyone quickly stepped back and moved away from Sang Jiaheng. This time, someone quietly took out their cell phone and tried to record the entire scene of Sang Jiaheng farting.
Sang Jiaheng's face turned ashen and he looked murderous.
Sang Chen also quietly stepped back a few steps, still saying: "Give Xiaorou back to me!"
Sang Wanwan took out a mask.
The family of three put on masks, and Meng Jiaojiao also put one on vaguely.
Sang Wanwan took her personal belongings, picked up her son, pushed Chi Junyu, and walked towards the door of the banquet venue.
Meng Jiaojiao followed subconsciously.
Everyone looked at Sang Jiaheng with excitement, as if they were waiting to see something exciting. Not many people paid any attention to Sang Wanwan's family.
Meng's mother noticed it.
She thought about it and dragged her daughter to follow.
Mr. Qian caught a glimpse of Sang Wanwan leaving from the corner of his eye. His heart suddenly skipped a beat and he grabbed his son Qian Duoduo's hand and followed her.
Many people saw Mr. Qian leaving, and after thinking for a moment, they followed him.
Ten seconds after Sang Wanwan and the others left.
"Gulp!"
Another loud rumble from my stomach, and then-
"puff!"
"puff!"
Once again, a huge fart sound was heard, and a thick gas spurted out of Sang Jiaheng's ass.
Wait! Turbid Qi and Body!
By the time everyone reacted, the foul smell had already filled the entire banquet hall.
"Tsk!"
"Tsk!"
…
Suddenly, there were vomiting sounds one after another, and everyone was vomiting. Some people vomited until they fell to the ground with foam at the mouth and white eyes rolling.
Someone shouted, "Sang Jiaheng's second fart is poisonous!"
In an instant, everyone covered their noses and ran out in panic.
Sang Wanwan left the banquet hall with her husband and son.
Not far from the entrance of the banquet hall, there were three small coffee tables and several sofas. She walked over with her husband and son.
As soon as I sat down, I heard the hustle and bustle of the banquet hall.
Following Mr. Qian and a few others out, they faintly heard a belching sound, and heard someone say "fart", "poisonous", and "run".
The expressions of the group of people changed immediately.
“Boom boom boom!”
“Boom boom boom!”
The sound of chaotic footsteps came from far away, mixed with a lot of conversations such as "Oh damn, run quickly", "It's really poisonous", "Ugh, it stinks", etc.
When Mr. Qian and his companions looked up, they saw a group of people running out of the banquet hall.
They all covered their mouths with their hands and looked pale. After running out, they either collapsed to the ground with a "bang", vomiting with their eyes rolled back, or vomiting while holding onto the wall.
Four or five people were vomiting and then their eyes rolled back and they fell to the ground.
Mr. Qian and his friends: “!!!”
Their faces changed drastically and they backed away in fear, directly behind Sang Wanwan's family.
At this moment, the elevator door on the top floor opened.
"Here, here, my lady is right here!"
The butler came out of the elevator with an anxious look on his face, followed by several medical staff from the 120 ambulance.
When a few people walked to the door of the banquet hall, they saw a large group of people lying, standing or squatting and vomiting, and there were several people fainted on the ground.
Housekeeper & Medical Staff: “???”