Chapter 178 - 178 Return This to Him When You’re Free
I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot
178 Return This to Him When Youâre Free
The snow fell silently, gradually blurring his vision.
Wen Xu looked at Sang Qianqianâs expression and carefully said, âSister, i was just casually saying that. That woman might just be an employee of his company. With Shen Hanyuâs personality, itâs unlikely that heâd fall in love with another woman in such a short time.â
Sang Qianqian knew that Wen Xu was trying to comfort her and smiled. âItâs alright. Heâs single now, so itâs normal for him to be with anyone.â
However, even though she said it, her heart still ached, and her nose was a little sour.
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She was silent for a while before taking out a small and exquisite jewelry box from her bag. She gently rubbed it for a moment and handed it to Wen Xu.
âWen Xu, please return this to Shen Hanyu when youâre free.â
Wen Xu opened it and saw a pink diamond ring lying inside.
It was the ring that Sang Qianqian and Shen Hanyu had worn when they got married.
Wen Xu subconsciously thought of the time when Shen Hanyu was shot and on the verge of death. Sang Qianqian was wearing a blood-stained wedding dress and a blood-stained ring, standing guard outside the ICU for two days and two nights without eating or drinking.
At that time, there was no light in her eyes. It was as if her soul had been taken away.
Ever since he was young, Wen Xu had never seen his sister Qian so sad. She was so sad that she was on the verge of despair.
He didnât believe that his Sister Qian didnât like Shen Hanyu.
âSis, why did you really break up with Shen Hanyu?â
Wen Xuâs emotions were complicated. âYou clearly like him so much.â
âTwo people canât be together just because they like each other.â
Sang Qianqian glanced at him. Youâve never been in a relationship before, so you wouldnât know.â
Wen Xu was speechless. He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didnât.
Wen Xuâs gaze fell on the ring and he asked, âDo you really want to return it to him?â
Sang Qianqian was silent for two seconds. âWeâve already broken up. Thereâs no point in keeping it.â
She didnât take anything with her when she broke up with Shen Hanyu. Only this ring was left by her side.
Back then, it was because Shen Hanyu had given her this ring that she realized he liked her. That was how their relationship slowly changed.
This ring was also a witness to their wedding, although the wedding wasnât perfect.
But Sang Qianqian still wanted to keep the ring.
She had thought that when she returned and went after Shen Hanyu, with this ring, he would more or less understand that she had no other choice today.
But now, it seemed that she was a little overconfident. Sometimes, feelings seemed indestructible, but sometimes, they were too fragile.
Once the bottom line was touched, no matter how strong the affection was, it could collapse or disappear easily.
Perhaps in this world, nothing is constant.
She shouldnât have had any expectations, and she shouldnât have dragged things out. It would be unfair to Shen Hanyu.
Sang Minglangâs car arrived very quickly. Wen Xu kept the ring and did not say anything else.
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It was midnight when the plane arrived in Beijing.
The Sang family had a branch office in the capital, and it was not small either. In the past, Sang Minglang had come here quite often and had his own apartment.
When Sang Qianqian came to the capital for a vacation, she had even stayed at her brotherâs place.
But this time, the place that Sang Minglang brought her to was called the Eastern Mountain Peakâs Small Courtyard.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
At night, Sang Qianqian went to bed and did not look at it in detail. When she woke up the next day, she realized had quite clean and warm house decorations, which was very much in line with her preferences.
Although it was only a three-story building and the courtyard wasnât too big, the landscape of flowers and plants was well-arranged, and the eastern mountainâs peak in the distance was faintly visible. The environment was very quiet and pleasant.
The only problem was that it was too close to the neighbor next door. There was only a carved fence between the courtyards of both sides.
In the summer, the fence would be full of Wisteria flowers. In the winter, the flowers and leaves would wither, leaving only the bare flower vines. The opposite yard could be seen at a glance.
Regardless of whether it was winter or summer, there was no privacy to speak of in the courtyards of the two families.
âBrother, why did you choose such a house when you changed your house?â
Sang Qianqian did not mind this kind of courtyard, but her brother hated it when people invaded his privacy. Logically speaking, he wouldnât have chosen such a place.
The expression on Sang Minglangâs face was a little hard to describe in a few words, âI couldnât really decide, so I asked my friend to help me choose. Who knew he would choose such a place?â
The houses were too close, and everyone could see each other going in and out.
âYou donât say. The environment here is really good. Your friend has good taste.â
Sang Qianqian glanced at the opposite courtyard. âWeâre new here. Should we pay our neighbors a visit?
In the past, when they had just moved to their new home in Yuecheng, they were much further away from their neighbors. Her father had even prepared gifts and personally visited the neighbors.
Now that the two families were so close to each other, she still needed to manage their relationship.
Sang Minglang was unconcerned. âIt seems no one is living there for the time being. Weâll talk about it after we come across the person.â
The siblings had a simple breakfast, and Sang Minglang sent Sang Qianqian to the hospital.
âQianqian, donât blame me for being nosy., but we came to Beijing for business. You can interact with Xie Shiâan, but remember to keep your distance. â
When Sang Qianqian got out of the car, Sang Minglang reminded her worriedly, âDonât have any thoughts that you shouldnât have. Xie Shiâanâs identity is too complicated. Heâs not a good man.â
Sang Qianqian was a little amused. âBrother, what are you talking about? I know my limits.â
After bidding farewell to Sang Minglang, Sang Qianqian went to report to her new department.
The Department Directorâs surname was Miao, and he was in his fifties. He had a kind expression and didnât look very impressive.
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However, Sang Qianqian had heard of his legend from Director Xue. It was said that this person was extremely well-versed in Chinese medicine and was one of the top Chinese medicine doctors in the country. He had treated many important people in Beijing.
The hospital had tried to promote him to Deputy Director several times, but he was not interested. He had been a Department Director for decades, and his favorite thing to do was to treat patients and save lives, and to research medical skills.
This was also the reason why Director Xue did not stop Sang Qianqian from applying to work in Beijing.
Director Xueâs exact words were, âDirector Miao will retire in two years. Itâs a rare opportunity to learn from him. Qianqian, you have to make good use of it this time.â
Sang Qianqian was initially a little nervous to see a leading figure in the medical field, but she did not expect Department Director Miao to be so easy-going and not put on any airs.
Director Miao took her to meet her colleagues in the department, and then personally led her to the Inpatient Department.
âYour Director Xue specifically called me and said that youâre very talented despite your young age. Iâve seen your medical history, and youâre considered outstanding among your younger generation. Have you ever considered staying in Beijing?â
Department Director Miao was thinking about his own department, so he took the opportunity to reel Sang Qianqian in. âDonât think that this is just a branch in Beijing. The resources around here arenât inferior to your headquarters in Yuecheng.â
âThen youâll have to tell Director Xue that if heâs willing to let me go, you can keep me,â Sang Qianqian said jokingly.
âYouâre a smart girl, you know how to push the difficult problems to Xue Chenghua.â
Director Miao laughed. âIf you agree, Xue Chenghua might reluctantly agree. If I ask Xue Chenghua to let you go, heâll probably fight for you.â
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The two of them were talking.
In front of them was a person wearing a white coat. He stood there in a daze as he looked straight at Sang Qianqian. It was hard to tell if he was shocked or ecstatic.