Chapter 1: She Clearly Despises You for Being Ugly and Blind

"Hello, are you a relative of Miss Sang Qiao? She is in Jiangcheng Third Hospital due to excessive blood loss from a traffic accident. Can you come over..."

Before the girl could finish, a male voice on the other end interrupted her,

"If she isn't dead, there's no need to notify me. Why is she causing trouble for no reason? Don't you know today is Jiaojiao's movie premiere? We don't have time to sign any surgery consent for her. Why didn't she just get killed by the car?"

"I don't care if you're a real nurse or someone Miss Sang Qiao hired, tell her that causing such disturbances will only make people despise her. If she had any sense, and wasn't dead, she wouldn't bother us and maybe we'd think more highly of her!"

After those words, the call was abruptly disconnected. The young girl, holding the phone, could hardly believe it, then she looked sympathetically at the woman lying on the gurney, "What kind of family are these people? Calling them beasts would be an understatement. What does 'not dead so don't bother them' even mean?"

Since the young girl had put the phone on speaker, Sang Qiao, lying pale and weak on the hospital bed, heard everything.

Her consciousness was nearly blurred, her hands covered in blood, and she could no longer distinguish where precisely it hurt, her heart felt as if it were torn apart.

So her life as a biological sister mattered less than an adopted daughter's movie premiere?

At that moment, she realized, ever since she went abroad for treatment three years ago and her family adopted Sang Jiao under the pretext of missing her, she no longer existed to them.

Her room had been taken over by Sang Jiao, no one stood up for her, from being framed by Sang Jiao time and again, and never getting a share of any gifts. She should have understood this long ago.

But that was her home, her family...

Near death, one tends to see things more clearly, she endured countless grievances silently, unappreciated events flashed through her mind, causing immense grief.

Now, Sang Qiao's head was filled with only one thought, whether it was her four brothers, her parents, or the Sang Family, she'd had enough. She would no longer insist.

Her head weakly turned to the left, her gaze coincidentally meeting the man across the hallway. His sharp jawline, the slight bob of an Adam's apple...

From just a profile, his attractive features were evident, a sense of familiarity struck her, but before she could ponder further, her head grew increasingly heavy and she soon lapsed into unconsciousness.

Not far away—

Si Jing had overheard their conversation, he couldn't help but think to himself, feeling pity, the young girl looked somewhat familiar, like he had seen her somewhere before.

He pointed towards her and asked, "Brother Li, doesn't that girl look familiar?"

Hearing this, the man in a black suit and polished shoes slowly lifted his eyelids and glanced over. His indifferent gaze shifted as soon as he saw her face.

Before Chenli could speak, Si Jing suddenly remembered something, his expression dramatically changed, "Isn't that the Sang family's daughter who disdainfully called off her engagement with you last year because she thought you were too old, really wanting to break it off? In my opinion, age was just an excuse, she clearly despised you because back then you were ugly, blind, and crippled!"

"I heard she hasn't been doing well either, less regarded than an adopted daughter at home and outside. Serves her right. What I'd say, this is called..."

Si Jing didn't finish speaking when the man beside him stepped quickly across to the other side and started conversing with a nurse. He then signed something on a paper.

Shortly after, the Sang family's daughter was wheeled into the operating room, leaving Si Jing staring in disbelief.

Si Jing ran over and asked, bewildered, "Brother Li, she humiliated you back then, yet you still care whether she lives or dies?"

Chenli looked down at him with a calm expression, "The male clinic's appointment is in ten minutes. If we don't leave now, are you planning to register for another slot?"

At this, passersby gave Si Jing looks that said, 'Surprising, young man, to have such issues.'

"!!! Brother Li, keep your voice down." Si Jing's face turned instantly red.

He had emphatically instructed Brother Li to keep a low profile, to speak softly, and to avoid mentioning those two words as much as possible, yet! now! Brother Li had blurted them out in the presence of everyone without any attempt at concealment.

He could almost feel the burning gazes around him; he suspected Brother Li had done it on purpose, but he had no proof.

"Aren't you leaving?"

"I am leaving, right away!" Si Jing dashed off, fearing that if he stayed any longer, Brother Li might utter more frightening words.

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After the surgery, Sang Qiao was wheeled into a general ward, with a man standing by her side, his deep eyes fixed on her palm-sized little face.

She wore the hospital gown loosely, her colorless lips dry and chapped; she looked increasingly fragile, like a delicate doll.

Si Chenli's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he half-squatted, reaching out to touch her face.

Suddenly

Sang Qiao on the bed moved her fingers, and he quickly withdrew his hand; immediately after, he saw the young girl slowly open her eyes, her fine eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Her eyes, clear in their black and white distinction, stared straight at him, "Did you sign the surgery consent for me?"

"Yes." The man moved his thin lips, his voice deep.

"Thank you, sir. May I know your surname? And how much was the surgery? I'll transfer it to you."

Sang Qiao felt a bitter sweetness inside; the kind gesture from a stranger contrasted sharply with the coldness from her own family. She took a deep breath; she would no longer care about the Sang Family.

Si Chenli's conspicuously jointed hand instinctively reached into his suit pants pocket, fumbling around for a while before he successfully pulled out his phone.

He opened the WeChat QR code and handed it to her, "I'll send you the bill later."

"Okay." Sang Qiao reached into her pocket, then realized her clothes had been changed.

Her gaze shifted to the cupboard where her cell phone lay with bloodstains on it, presumably brought over by the nurse.

After successfully scanning the man's WeChat, she found she already had his WeChat contact saved under 'Ex-Fiancé'.

Sang Qiao was extremely surprised; in her memory, wasn't her ex-fiancé crippled with a heavily scarred face? Back then, she had felt guilty for a long time because she broke off the engagement.

Looking at the man in front of her now, not only were his legs fine, but his features were also strikingly handsome; could it be that he had recovered?

Sang Qiao remembered how she went to break off the engagement years ago, despising this man for everything from his age to his lifestyle and even his inability to charm women.

Ah, how awkward, so he hasn't recognized her?

"Hmm? Why aren't you adding me?" Si Chenli, as always magnetic, watched the changes on the young girl's face, not rushing her.

"Maybe... I could just transfer the money directly through Alipay?" Sang Qiao said timidly, lacking confidence.

"I don't have Alipay." The man's expression remained indifferent, his falsity delivered without a blush.

"Then can you give me a bank account to transfer to?"