After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 183 - : Sang Siyang: If Qiaoqiao doesn’t mind, let him clear up the misunderstanding for her.

Meng Jiahe reached out and grabbed Sang Qiao’s wrist, giving her a smile, “It’s okay, I can sit next to Mrs. Si.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Jiahe, come sit next to me, we three ladies can stick together,” Mrs. Si beckoned her over, casually pulling her close with a gracious smile.

“Alright,” Sang Qiao then sat back down in her original seat.

Si Jing also felt incredibly awkward; he never imagined he’d be so sought after, especially with Elder Mrs. Meng acting as if she were a dog who had seen a bone—it was making him uncomfortably anxious.

He got up restlessly, “I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Seeing Second Young Master Si leave, Elder Mrs. Meng felt somewhat dissatisfied; if it weren’t for Sang Qiao’s meddling, her Wange would be chatting with Second Young Master Si by now.

Truly, she thought, a child rejected by her parents never learns any manners—elders are present and yet she openly wants to change seats, just like the wild child Meng Jiahe!

Elder Mrs. Meng looked at Meng Jiahe, who was happily chatting with Mrs. Si, then at her own granddaughter, who only knew how to eat, and felt her frustration build up. She lowered her voice and scolded,

“Eat, eat, eat, is our family mistreating you? Why can’t you learn from Meng Jiahe—pleasing Mrs. Si and having Sang Qiao treat her so well?”

“How could I compare to a relationship that’s been growing since childhood, Grandma, don’t worry about it,” Meng Wangge mumbled, her mouth still full of food.

“Can’t compare? And you won’t even try to seize Second Young Master Si? If Meng Jiahe steals him away, I’d like to see where you’ll go to cry about it, so foolish!” Elder Mrs. Meng rolled her eyes.

Her granddaughter was just too stupid!

“Whoever Si Jing likes is up to fate, and you don’t have to keep pushing him and me together. If they have mutual affection, I won’t interfere,” Wange’s attitude was resolute.

Elder Mrs. Meng became even more irritated, “You always think of her, but she doesn’t think of you.”

Her Wange was just too naive—if she hadn’t been looking out for her since she was young, who knows how Meng Jiahe with her nature could have taken advantage of Wange.

“You’re overthinking it, my sister is very kind, and you don’t need to keep sidelining her.”

“Fine, fine, fine, I can’t win against you.”

By the time the banquet ended, Si Jing had not returned, most likely scared away.

After bidding farewell to the Si Family, Sang Qiao planned to go back with Meng Jiahe.

Sang Siyang suddenly approached her, speaking courteously, “Miss Meng, could you step aside for a moment? I have something to discuss with Qiaoqiao, thank you for your trouble.”

“Sure.” Meng Jiahe glanced at Sang Qiao and seeing her indifferent expression, she walked away.

Sang Siyang forced a smile, pretending to be casual, “Qiaoqiao, do you know that Third Brother came to see you while you were recuperating?”

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Sang Qiao’s cold eyes lifted slightly, startled for a moment. Those were things of the past—they mattered no longer to her.

She said calmly, “What do you want to say?”

Sang Siyang keenly noticed her momentary pause and realized immediately that Sang Qiao probably didn’t know, and something must have happened, which is why Third Brother still couldn’t let go.

He knew that Sang Qiao no longer cared about how Third Brother treated her, but he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding between them.

Even if Qiaoqiao would never forgive them, never forgive Third Brother, it didn’t matter.

But he wanted Qiaoqiao to be loved by everyone, and they all should make amends for their mistakes.

“Just making conversation, I had nothing in particular to say.”

“Hmm.” Sang Qiao glanced at him, not bothering to contemplate his complex emotions, or perhaps she was uninterested in knowing.

“Qiaoqiao, I’m always behind you. Whether you need me or not, I’ll always be your support. If one day you need my help, please tell me. I will help without needing your forgiveness.”

Sang Siyang’s eyes blurred, and his fingertips trembled slightly; he was all too aware that Qiaoqiao would not forgive him, and there was so little he could do for her now.

But he wanted her to remember these words forever. If one day she needed him, she could reach out for help. He didn’t need to be forgiven; he just wanted to help her.

Sang Qiao’s back didn’t falter, nor did she turn her head, her steps firm.

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Meng Jiahe went to the side corridor to wait and bumped into Sang Qingran by chance as he came out of the restroom.

The moment their eyes met, Meng Jiahe instinctively averted her gaze, pretending not to see.

Sang Qingran reached out and grabbed her arm, “How many more times do you intend to deliberately appear before me?”

Meng Jiahe pulled at the hand holding her, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t believe our frequent encounters are mere coincidences. Back then, when you often came to see Sang Qiao, how did we never run into each other?”

Sang Qingran looked down at her with cold eyes, seeing past incidents—papers scattered, injury leading her to him, and now waiting outside the men’s restroom—it seemed she had many tactics up her sleeve.

“Believe it or not, I did not intend to meet you,” said Meng Jiahe, looking downward, not daring to meet his eyes.

Not out of guilt, but for fear she couldn’t contain herself. Every time he appeared, her heart raced.

“Then tell me, what were you doing walking back and forth in front of the men’s restroom door? Don’t tell me, as a woman, you need to use the men’s restroom!”

Sang Qingran’s scoff echoed, her avoidance clearly indicating guilt in his eyes.

A foreboding feeling washed over Meng Jiahe as she was questioned. She looked up and saw the sign bright and clear—Men’s Restroom.

She was aghast!

She had only intended to give Sang Qiao some space, walking aimlessly, completely oblivious to lingering in front of the men’s restroom the whole time.

Now, she was in a situation where jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash her clean.