Sang Tianen did not answer. If Sang Muyang had apologized to her or acted coquettishly to her in the past, she would definitely have softened her heart.
But now she just felt tired.
Why do some people always think that others will forgive them after they hurt others?
Maybe in his eyes, the pain and suffering she suffered were nothing.
Does Sang Muyang really cherish her as a sister?
Or is she his sister when she's useful, but will he ruthlessly discard her if a conflict of interest arises?
"Yangyang, it's not that I didn't give you a chance." She heard an indifferent voice coming out of her lips.
Sang Muyang's eyes flashed with panic: "Sister, can I apologize to you? Can you please stop ignoring me..."
As he spoke, his voice became weaker and weaker, and he looked like a child who had done something wrong and was at a loss.
Sang Tianen suppressed the bitterness in his heart and moved his lips again: "You know, I always keep my word."
Sang Muyang's face turned pale, and he subconsciously took a step forward: "But I didn't ask for the money later."
Sang Tianen smiled, faintly.
She watched the little guy in front of her grow up, from a glutinous rice dumpling to the handsome man in his prime.
It turned out that they had become strangers without realizing it. Perhaps "forever" did not exist in this world at all, even for blood relatives.
"Let's go." Sang Tianen whispered to Yan Zheng beside him.
"Sister!" Sang Muyang cried. Unlike the confusion he felt during the last separation, this time he felt a bone-piercing pain, as if his flesh and blood were being peeled off from his body.
He couldn't bear it and could only look at Sang Tianen with tears in his eyes.
"Will you never care about me again?"
"You're grown up now and can take care of yourself."
Yan Zheng had already opened the car door at this time. Sang Tianen bent down, and Sang Muyang behind him called her sister again, bursting into tears.
On the way back to the city, Sang Tianen leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes to rest. Yan Zheng glanced at her from time to time. He found that every time he returned to his hometown, Sang Tianen always seemed unhappy.
He has always had a harmonious relationship with his parents, so he couldn't empathize with them.
But as a husband, he wants his wife to be happy, just like when they first met, instead of being exhausted and silent like she is now.
"Xiao En, do we need to postpone our wedding?" Yan Zheng regretted it the moment he opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to divert Sang Tianen's attention, but this was obviously not the right thing to say. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bring up this topic at this time."
Sang Tianen opened his eyes and smiled faintly: "It's okay, the wedding will go on as planned."
"But grandma just passed away, and you don't seem to be in good condition either." Yan Zheng looked at her with heartache.
"I'm fine," Sang Tianen said nonchalantly. "Just a little tired. After I hand over my work, I'm going to sleep for three days and three nights. Then I'll go to the southern hemisphere for a few months and come back next spring when the flowers bloom."
Yan Zheng was amused by her words: "If you go to the Southern Hemisphere, what about me?"
"Go to work!" Sang Tianen said jokingly, "earn good money to support me and my two children."
Seeing Sang Tianen mention the child, Yan Zheng's expression softened a bit: "Okay, I will definitely work hard."
After returning home, Sang Tianen continued to write wedding invitations in the study, and Yan Zheng sat next to her to help.
Sang Tianen's hands are white and slender, and her expression is calm, making her look very attractive when she holds a pen and writes.
"Who's next?" Sang Tianen had just finished writing a post and glanced at Yan Zheng.
Yan Zheng came back to his senses from his infatuated state: "Xu Chuang! Many Xu, Chuang of creation."
Sang Tianen turned around and saw that she wrote decisively with strong and thin handwriting. After just a few strokes, the two words "Xu Chuang" appeared on the white paper.
"It's not quite there yet." Sang Tianen looked at the words he had written and couldn't help but frowned.
"It's well written." Yan Zheng took the wedding invitation and put it aside to dry. "It's better than what I wrote anyway."
"Okay." Sang Tianen sighed slightly, rubbed his stomach and said, "I feel a little hungry."
"I'll make you something to eat." Yan Zheng looked at her tenderly, "What do you want to eat?"
"I'll eat whatever you cook." Sang Tianen replied.
"Okay." Yan Zheng stood up and kissed her cheek, "Just wait for me here obediently."
After Yan Zheng left, Sang Tianen walked to the window, took out his cell phone and called his cousin Zuo Xue.
"Hello?"
"It's me, Sang Tianen." Sang Tianen's gaze fell on a distant cloud, and his voice was low.
"Cousin." Zuo Xue's voice suddenly stuttered, "Is there something wrong?"
"What do you think happened to me?" Sang Tianen asked, "Do you feel good about spending so much money from our family?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know about this. I only found out when my aunt called me." Zuo Xue explained quickly.
"Really?" Sang Tianen smiled. "Zuo Xue, I don't bother to waste my time talking to you. If you return the money now, I can let bygones be bygones."
This was quite impolite, and it was obvious that he did not intend to consider the face between relatives.
Zuo Xue's voice became panicked: "Money, the money has already bought a house."
"So you don't plan to pay it back, right?" Sang Tianen asked.
"Sister, I really can't take it out." Zuo Xue's voice was already tinged with tears. "My mother told me at the time that the money was borrowed from a friend. I didn't expect it was from my uncle's family."
"Do you believe this yourself?" Sang Tianen tried hard to suppress his anger, "Don't be shameless!"
"Xiaoxue, who are you talking to?" A woman's voice came from the side. It was my aunt.
Sang Tianen hung up the phone expressionlessly.
After a few seconds of pause, she walked to the computer, opened the search software, and found the contact information of the boys' junior high school where Zuo Xue worked.
"Hello, this is Xiaoyu Boys' Junior High School." A sweet man's voice came from the phone.
"Hello, I'm a caring person in society and would like to donate 5 million Chinese yuan to your school. I don't know who to contact."
"?" The man on the phone was obviously stunned. "Ma'am, what are you talking about?"
"I would like to donate 5 million yuan to your school, hoping to help some children who have dropped out of school due to poverty. Could you please help me contact the principal to discuss the details?"
"Of course, of course." The man was obviously excited. "Please wait a moment."
Yan Zheng was still busy in the kitchen. Sang Tianen opened the glass door and said, "I have something to do. I need to go out for a while."
Yan Zheng turned around and looked at her: "Are you coming back for dinner?"
"Leave some for me for a midnight snack." Sang Tianen said this and went out.
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