Chapter 8
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, Sang Nian was admitted to the hospital to prepare for surgery.
Before entering the operating room, he sent Qiu Yang a message, saying that final exams were coming up soon and he couldn't check his phone all the time, and that Qiu Yang shouldn't worry about him if he didn't receive his message in time.
Qiu Yang replied with a received emoji.
As the anesthetic was slowly injected into Sang Nian's body, he vaguely remembered that no one had come to escort him into the operating room. They were all gathered around Sang Ning, and no one cared whether he was afraid or not.
A tear rolled down her cheek. Sang Nianzhong couldn't withstand the effects of the anesthetic and completely lost consciousness.
He didn't know how long he had slept. When Sang Nian struggled to wake up, the ward was completely silent. He rolled his eyes but didn't see a single person in the room.
Although he hadn't expected anything, he still couldn't help but feel heartbroken when faced with the reality. He knew it was wrong; he couldn't have any expectations of such a selfish and self-serving family.
When the nurses made their rounds and saw that he was awake, they called Sang Ke over. Sang Ke yawned as she entered, glanced at Sang Nian, and forced herself to say, "The surgery was a success. You've worked hard."
Sang Nian twitched the corner of his mouth. The successful surgery had nothing to do with him, and he didn't feel it was hard work. He was just missing a kidney, but he didn't feel any discomfort about it.
However, he was still unwilling to give up.
As for what he was resentful about, he didn't know. He just felt that as a fellow member of the Sang family, being treated this way, he seemed to have no other way to resolve the situation except to accept his fate, but a sense of resentment lingered in his heart.
When he had fully recovered, an unexpected person appeared in his hospital room.
Sang Wenhua, his grandfather, is currently the sole head of the Sang family.
He entered Sang Nian's ward alone, leaning on his cane. After sitting down, he didn't say anything, but stared intently at Sang Nian.
Sang Nian didn't know what he was going to do, but he felt a little scared. Sang Wenhua's eyes were sharp as he scanned him, as if he wanted to skin him alive.
He instinctively felt afraid.
Then Sang Ke rushed in. She walked very fast and was still panting when she stopped. She glanced at Sang Nian, reassuring him with her eyes not to be afraid, and then called out, "Dad."
Even though her own voice was trembling, she told Sang Nian not to be afraid. Sang Nian gave a cold laugh and quietly waited for Sang Wenhua to announce his final "destiny".
Sang Wenhua didn't turn around, but directly told Sang Ke to "get out." Sang Ke wanted to say something more, but under the pressure of Sang Wenhua's power, she said nothing, turned the doorknob, and went out.
But in the end, she couldn't bear it, so she turned around and quickly said, "His body hasn't fully recovered yet," before closing the door.
Sang Nian raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
Having been back in the Sang family for so long, he had come to understand the temperament of the Sang family members. As the head of the Sang family, Sang Wenhua was always a man of his word, and after so many years of dominating the business world, no one dared to disobey him.
Naturally, no one in the Sang family dared to contradict him.
But Sang Ke's words just now were clearly a plea for Sang Nian. Even knowing the outcome, she still said those words.
This surprised Sang Nian.
Sang Wenhua chuckled coldly, his voice booming with authority, making it impossible to believe he was over seventy. He slowly withdrew his gaze from Sang Nian and said with the air of a superior, "Go abroad to study after you are discharged from the hospital."
Sang Nian continued to look at him without any further reaction.
"Don't blame your parents for this. Ningning is your older brother, and as his younger brother, you have to help him no matter what. I will transfer 1% of the Sang Group's shares to your name as compensation."
After saying "Get some rest" to Sang Wenhua, she got up and left. When she opened the door, Sang Ke was still standing there. Upon seeing Sang Wenhua, she immediately lowered her head, her eyes constantly glancing at Sang Nian inside the ward.
Sang Wenhua glanced at her, then, supported by his assistant and leaning on his cane, left. Sang Ke let out a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and turned to enter the ward.
“He still cares about you a little.” Sang Ke sat down and continued, “1% of the shares may be a little small, but it’s enough for you. I only have 2%.”
Sang Ke gestured as she spoke.
Looking at her two slender fingers, Sang Nian asked, "How many shares does Sang Ning own?"
Sang Ke's smile vanished as she glanced at Sang Nian. "I don't know about that. You can ask Sang Yu, but he might not tell you." She then patted Sang Nian's shoulder. "You should rest more. Your second brother is already making arrangements for your trip abroad." As she spoke, she quickly glanced at Sang Nian, her tone softening slightly. "They plan to send you abroad before the end of the year. That can't be changed. Sang Nian, the only thing you need to do now is recover quickly so you can suffer less."
She finally felt a pang of compassion. In this cannibalistic family, everything she did was at Sang Wenhua's behest, and she had no choice. She just wanted to help Sang Nian however she could.
"If you don't like the country M that your second brother chose for you, you can change it. They won't interfere in this matter."
Sang Nian shook his head and refused. To him, there was no difference between the United States, the United Kingdom, and the United States. However, he was still a little bothered that they didn't even want to spend the New Year with him.
He finally made up his mind to force himself to give up completely.
He has no more expectations of this cold-blooded family.
But once he went abroad, he would be unable to take care of Qiu Yang. So after much deliberation, he finally made a request to his aunt, who still had some conscience.
"Auntie, could you please take care of Qiu Yang, who adopted me and raised me? He's not in good health, so you don't need to take special care of him. Just help him out occasionally when he's in trouble."
After he finished speaking, he saw Sang Ke frown, so he added, "I can transfer the shares to you, could you do me this small favor?"
Sang Ke sighed, "I don't want your shares. Leave this to me, I promise you."
With Sang Ke's consent, Sang Nian finally revealed a slight smile.
In the days that followed, Sang Nian stayed in the hospital room. It seemed that the Sang family did not intend to take him back, probably wanting him to go abroad directly after being discharged from the hospital.
He was allowed to get his phone two weeks after his surgery. He figured he had finished his exams by now, so he couldn't wait to call Qiu Yang.
The phone call could not be connected.
From sunrise to sunset, Sang Nian's heart grew increasingly uneasy. He checked the messages Qiu Yang had sent him, and as expected, they had been deleted.
Sang Nian's heart sank to the bottom. She rushed out of the ward and ran quickly towards Sang Ke's office.
But Sangke wasn't in the office.
So Sang Nian tried calling her, but the call wouldn't go through.
People kept passing by, seemingly oblivious to Sang Nian, indifferently walking past him. Leaning against the cold wall, Sang Nian's legs finally gave way, and he swayed and collapsed to his knees on the cold ground.
The phone continued to ring unanswered, and he almost despaired, thinking that Qiu Yang must have gotten into trouble.
He still failed to protect Qiu Yang properly.
He struggled to breathe, sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. Just as he was about to suffocate, a pair of warm hands pressed down on his shoulders.
“Sang Nian”.
Who is calling him? Who is it?
But he shouldn't be called Sang Nian; his name should be Qiu Momo.
So he pushed the man's hand away, his voice hoarse, and roared, "I am not Sang Nian, I am Qiu Momo."
"Why are you calling me Sang Nian? I'm not him. I'm Qiu Momo. I have an older brother in Dingzhou named Qiu Yang, but I can't contact him now. Can you help me?"
He felt like he had found a lifeline. The fresh citrus scent on him brought him back to his senses. He wiped away the tears in his eyes and then saw Wen Yan's worried face.
"Wen Yan?"
Seeing that Sang Nian recognized him, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He helped Sang Nian up and glanced at his feet: "Why aren't you wearing shoes? I'll go get you some..."
Sang Nian shook his head, interrupting him: "No need, could you help me call a taxi? I want to go back to the Sang family villa." He had no money on him and didn't know the address of the Sang family, so he could only ask Wen Yan for help.
Wen Yan agreed. He had just finished seeing Sang Ning and was about to go home when he saw Sang Nian crying bitterly in front of Sang Ke's office. Between helping him call a taxi and driving him home himself, Wen Yan chose the latter.
He was, after all, Sang Ning's younger brother, and he had even donated a kidney to him.
Upon returning to the Sang family home, Sang Nian opened the car door and rushed inside almost the instant the car stopped.
This is mealtime at the Sang family's house.
Sang Wenhua was extremely traditional. He had established a rule that, unless there were special circumstances, the whole family had to eat together. So at this time, apart from Sang Ning, who was hospitalized, Tao Wanru, who was taking care of Sang Ning at the hospital, and himself, the rest of the Sang family were sitting at the dining table eating quietly.
Ignoring the housekeeper's attempts to stop him, Sang Nian rushed into the restaurant and asked Sang Yu in a hoarse voice, "Where is my brother? Where is my brother? What did you do to him?" He hadn't forgotten the words Qiu Yang had threatened him with, but he thought that if he obeyed, Sang Yu wouldn't touch Qiu Yang.
But he was wrong.
"I've already listened to you, so why are you doing this?"
Sang Nian cried bitterly, his vision blurred, and he couldn't see the reactions of the people in the restaurant. He only heard a "smack" as someone angrily put down their chopsticks.
Seeing Sang Wenhua's angry expression, Sang Ke forced a smile, stood up, and pulled Sang Nian to shut up. But no matter how she pulled, Sang Nian wouldn't budge. At a loss, she looked at Sang Jing for help.
Sang Jing shook his head at him, and Sang Ke took a breath and finally stepped aside with red eyes.
Sang Wenhua threw down his chopsticks, gave Sang Yu a "you'd better watch yourself" look, and went upstairs. As his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Sang Yu finally couldn't contain her anger and slapped Sang Nian hard.
"Your brother? You only have one brother, Sang Ning, and he's still in the hospital!"
Sang Nian felt a ringing in his ears, followed by a metallic taste in his mouth. He suddenly laughed, a wild, desperate laugh.
"He's not my brother. My brother's name is Qiu Yang, and mine is Qiu Momo!"
Sang Yu was furious with him. He put one hand on his hip and raised the other high, wanting to slap him again, but he saw Wen Yan's figure appear in the living room. He paused and withdrew his hand.
He called the butler over and instructed, "Young Master Sang Nian is delirious with fever. Quickly take him back to his room and don't let him come out and go crazy again." After saying that, he didn't look at Sang Nian again, calmed his breathing, and turned to walk towards Wen Yan.
"Ayan, what brings you here?"
Wen Yan witnessed the entire incident in the restaurant. He frowned slightly, glanced at Sang Nian who was being forcibly dragged upstairs by the butler, and a trace of anger flashed through his heart.
But he didn't say anything in the end, only that he was just passing by and came in to take a look, and then he left.
After seeing Wen Yan off, Sang Yu's face darkened. He walked up to Sang Jing and asked coldly, "Has Qiu Yang's matter been resolved?"
Sang Jing slowly put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and nodded.
"It's all taken care of."
"Hmm." Sang Yu lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then said, "Send him away tomorrow."
Sang Ke exclaimed, "Isn't tomorrow too soon?"
Sang Jing immediately tried to stop her, but it was too late; she had already spoken. Upon hearing this, Sang Yu sneered, "If you can't bear to part with him, you can go with him."
Sang Ke looked rather unwell, glared at Sang Yu, and went upstairs. She sighed as she passed Sang Nian's room.
"What kind of mess is this?!"
It was called studying abroad, but it was practically exile. Sang Nian didn't find it surprising that he would never return in this lifetime.
But he still couldn't get any news about Qiu Yang, didn't know where he was, or if he was still alive. He could only pray silently that this was a society governed by law, and even if the Sang family had immense power, they wouldn't dare to break the law.
On the day we left, Haishi finally had its first snowfall. The plane dared not delay for even a moment and left the airspace over Haishi before the snowfall became heavy.
Sang Nian looked at the hazy sky outside the window and shed a tear.
Goodbye, Qiu Yang.
If you are alive, please wait patiently for me to come home.
I will definitely come back!
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