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

"Hello, is this a family member of Miss Sang Qiao? Sang Qiao was in a traffic accident and lost a lot of blood… She's at Jiang City Third Hospital, can you come…"

Before the girl could finish, a man's voice interrupted her:

"If she's not dead, there's no need to notify me. Why is she running around making trouble? Don't you know today is Jiaojiao's movie premiere? We don't have time to sign any surgery forms for her. Why didn't she just die from the accident?"

"I don't care if you are a real nurse or someone Sang Qiao hired. Tell her that stirring up drama like this will only make people hate her. If she had any sense, she wouldn't bother us if she's not dying. Maybe then we might actually look her way!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the call was cut off. The girl holding the phone was in disbelief, then looked sympathetically at the woman lying on the gurney, "What kind of family is this? It wouldn't be too much to call them beasts. What do they mean by 'if she's not dead, don't bother them'?"

Since the girl had used the speakerphone, Sang Qiao, pale and weak on the hospital bed, heard everything.

Her mind was nearly blank, her hands covered in blood, and she couldn't tell where on her body it hurt anymore. Her heart felt as if it were being torn apart.

So, her own sister's life meant less than her adopted sister's movie premiere?

At this moment, she finally understood. Back when she had gone abroad for treatment three years ago and her family had adopted Sang Jiao under the pretext of missing her, she no longer existed in that home.

Her room had been taken over by Sang Jiao, no one stood up for her as Sang Jiao sabotaged her repeatedly, and she was excluded even from gift-giving. She should have realized this.

But that was her home, her family...

Near death, people tend to see things more clearly. Countless times she had held back her voice, ignored by everyone. These images flashed through her mind, filling her heart with sorrow.

Now, Sang Qiao had only one thought left. Whether it was her four brothers, her parents, or the Sang Family, it didn't matter anymore. She wasn't going to insist anymore.

Her head weakly turned to the left, and her gaze coincidentally met that of a man across the corridor, his jaw sharp, his Adam's apple subtly moving.

Just from his profile, one could tell he was extremely handsome, and he seemed familiar. But before she could think further, Sang Qiao's head grew heavier and she quickly lost consciousness.

Nearby—

Si Jing had overheard their entire conversation, and couldn't help but think to himself how pitiful yet strangely familiar the girl looked. He seemed to have seen her somewhere before.

He pointed and said to Brother Li, "Brother Li, does that girl look familiar to you?"

Upon hearing this, the man in a black suit slowly lifted his eyelids and glanced over. His indifferent look changed immediately upon seeing the girl's face.

Before Si Chenli could speak, Si Jing suddenly remembered something, his expression changing dramatically, "Isn't that the Sang Family heiress who scorned you last year for being old and adamantly called off the arranged marriage? If you ask me, age was just an excuse—she clearly despised you back then for being ugly, blind, and lame!"

"I heard she hasn't been doing that well in recent years, not at home or abroad, not even as good as an adopted daughter, tsk, serves her right. You know what this is called—"

Si Jing hadn't finished speaking when the man beside him swiftly walked to the opposite side and started talking to a nurse, following which he signed a document.

Immediately after, the Sang Family heiress was wheeled into the operating room, leaving Si Jing staring agape at the scene.

Si Jing ran over a few steps, puzzled, "Brother Li, after how she humiliated you back then, you still care about her life or death?"

Si Chenli looked down at him indifferently, "The appointment for the urologist is in ten minutes. If we don't leave now, are you planning to schedule another appointment?"

At this, passersby looked at Si Jing with expressions hard to describe, as if saying, "Who would have thought, young man, that you have problems in that department."

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

He had explicitly and repeatedly told Brother Li to keep a low profile, to speak quietly, and to avoid mentioning those two words as much as possible, but, now, Brother Li had blurted them out without any attempt to conceal them in front of everybody.

He could almost feel the burning gazes around him, and he suspected that Brother Li did it on purpose, though he had no proof.

"Aren't you leaving?"

"I am, I'm leaving right now!" Si Jing bolted, fearing that if he stayed any longer, Brother Li would say something else frightening.

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After the surgery, Miss Sang Qiao was moved to a regular ward, where a man stood by, his bottomless eyes resting on her tiny, palm-sized face.

She wore the hospital gown loosely, her lips dry and devoid of color, making her appear even more fragile, like a delicate doll.

Si Chenli's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he crouched down, reaching out to touch her face.

Suddenly,

Miss Sang Qiao on the hospital bed moved her fingers, and he quickly withdrew his hand. Then, he saw the young girl slowly open her eyes, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowing.

Miss Sang Qiao's clear, black-and-white eyes stared straight at him. "Did you sign the surgery form for me?"

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

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

Miss Sang Qiao felt a bitter taste in her heart; a stranger's kindness starkly contrasted with her family's indifference. She took a deep breath, deciding she wouldn't care about the Sang Family anymore.

Si Chenli's distinctly jointed large hand reflexively reached into his suit pants pocket, fumbling several times before successfully pulling out his phone.

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

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

Her gaze shifted and she saw her phone on the cabinet, stained with blood, apparently brought over by a nurse.

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

Miss Sang Qiao was taken aback. She remembered her ex-fiancé as being lame and heavily scarred on his face. Back then, she had felt guilty about calling off their engagement for a long time.

Looking at the man in front of her, not only were his legs fine, but his features were also strikingly handsome. Had he recovered?

Miss Sang Qiao recalled how she had criticized this man tremendously when she broke off their engagement, from his age to his lifestyle, and even his inability to charm women.

Ah, how embarrassing. So, he hadn't recognized her?

"Hmm? Why not add me?" Si Chenli watched the young girl's face change expressions, his voice as magnetically smooth as ever.

"How about... I just transfer the money directly to you through Alipay?" Miss Sang Qiao weakly said, lacking confidence.

"I don't use Alipay." The man's expression was calm, and even though he was lying, his face remained unflustered.

"Then could you give me a bank account number to transfer the money to?"