After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 288: I Feel Like the Back of My Head Isn’t Injured

Chapter 288: Chapter 288: I Feel Like the Back of My Head Isn’t Injured

Meng Jiahe had already run upstairs when she saw the trending search again, but it was all too late. As the topic on social media grew more intense, she was devastated. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Qiaoqiao! How could you use your main account to like Chen Ling’s Weibo post? It doesn’t look good... Now the whole internet thinks you’re a fan of Chen Ling, and you’ve added so much popularity and fans for him. Our brother Chaoyuan has become a nobody."

"...But I’ve already liked it, and don’t you like him? Adding popularity and fans for him is a good thing."

Sang Qiao was also bewildered. She hadn’t realized her account had so many followers. In her memory, wasn’t she not very popular?

"Let it be, what’s done is done. Aren’t you afraid that Chen Ling will really overshadow Chaoyuan? Jiang Chaoyuan is our agency’s artist!"

Meng Jiahe was somewhat resigned. She had observed that Jiang Chaoyuan had been slacking off more and more lately, but he was the last one in the debut position, so he wasn’t eliminated.

However, Jiang Chaoyuan’s pretense was not effective. No one believed him, and they were digging crazily for his true capabilities.

At present, Jiang Chaoyuan was second in popularity and in all other aspects as well. Qiaoqiao had just added popularity to Chen Ling, and she was afraid that in the final lineup, Jiang Chaoyuan would remain forever second.

"If our artist has true talent, he won’t be overshadowed because of this. I’ve just liked his post too," Sang Qiao comforted her.

"That makes sense." Meng Jiahe also felt that since things had come to this point, there was nothing else to be done, especially since Qiaoqiao didn’t mind adding popularity to Chen Ling. She shouldn’t be so stingy toward her dear brother Chen Ling.

She pulled over a small stool and sat down, "Qiaoqiao, let me tell you, you might not have been injured from jumping out of the car. Shangguan Yuan said your brother is deceitful, driving in such a remote place without surveillance, but if you jumped from the car, it wouldn’t just be your head that was injured. You wouldn’t be completely unharmed elsewhere."

Her head...

When Sang Qiao heard this, she subconsciously reached out and touched the back of her head, "I suspect I wasn’t injured."

"Ah? But the hospital has records. You definitely hit your head, and you stayed so many days and changed your bandages a few times. You also... don’t remember many things."

Meng Jiahe was bewildered, struggling to understand. How could one not be injured and yet have memory confusion?

"My head doesn’t hurt, and the gauze was very clean when changing bandages." Sang Qiao also recalled how when she tried to touch her wound, the nurse anxiously grabbed her hand to prevent her from doing so.

Though the nurse verbally expressed concern about touching the wound and causing an infection.

But the expression on her face was a bit too fearful.

"This... Didn’t Boss Si take a look at your wound at that time?" Meng Jiahe couldn’t help frowning, it should be impossible for there to be no wound but to still have a hospital record.

"No, the doctor said opening it could lead to infection, and he didn’t dare touch it." At the time, Sang Qiao didn’t think too much about it. She had assumed that the memories in her head were correct and didn’t suspect anything else.

"I’ll talk to Shangguan Yuan, let him check with your primary doctor. Sang Nanfeng ended up in a sad state; after Boss Si got angry, Sang Nanfeng couldn’t take it any longer and didn’t struggle. He just declared bankruptcy and sold everything, and I think some of the artists have sent resumes to our company."

Meng Jiahe had not a shred of sympathy for Sang Nanfeng. Someone who ruined love deserves to be struck by lightning!

"Alright, I understand." Sang Qiao nodded her head, but there was still a faint sadness in her heart. Not because of Sang Nanfeng, but because in her jumbled memories, Sang Nanfeng was the person she was closest to and most reliant on.

Why was everything good associated with Sang Nanfeng? Thinking about this, she frowned, "If I wasn’t injured, is there any possibility that something could have caused my memory to be delusional?"

"Hypnosis! But it’s not common, and seeing familiar scenery and hearing familiar conversations can help recover memories."

When Meng Jiahe said this, her heart skipped a beat. The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was a possibility.

How conveniently selective the memory confusion was, completely forgetting everything bad about the Sang Family, remembering only fabricated happy memories.

It was too strange, too suspicious.

"A dream of complete happiness in my mind, how I wish you were still by my side..." A melodious ringtone suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Sang Qiao picked up the phone and saw the caller ID was marked: Grandpa. She answered the call.

An aged voice came from the other end of the screen, "Qiaoqiao... have you remembered everything? And you’re not coming home anymore, are you?"

"I’ve registered the marriage with Ah Li, so I won’t live there anymore." Sang Qiao ultimately couldn’t bear to hurt Grandpa, but she knew clearly that even if she hadn’t remembered everything, she couldn’t return to how things were with her brothers.

"Okay, then... take care of yourselves."

"Mm-hmm, we’ll come back to see you in a couple of days."

"Qiaoqiao, take good care of yourself." Grandpa had a lot he wanted to say before making the call, but it all couldn’t come out, ultimately turning into this one sentence of care.

"Grandpa, you too. If you’re not comfortable living at home, you can move over here. We can take care of you too."

That was all Sang Qiao could offer. The scene Grandpa hoped for in his heart was probably something she could never give him.

She knew how radiant Grandpa’s smile was when they were all together at the old house, despite her not remembering anything.

"No, it’s alright. This place has the memories of my wife, and there are servants at home. I just can’t stop worrying about you." Grandpa’s words were suffused with a sense of powerlessness.

"I will take good care of myself, and Ah Li too."

"That’s right. He’ll take good care of you. Qiaoqiao, from now on, it’s not that I ask for your forgiveness for them, but I do want you to be happier, let go, and move on from past pains. Be selfish, and don’t worry about making mistakes; you still have Grandpa, and Xiao Li. Don’t bear everything alone. I’ve made plans to play chess with Old Man Li, so I’ll hang up now."

Grandpa ended the call quickly, covering his mouth as tears slid over his weathered, wrinkled hand.

Qiaoqiao had been home for more than a day, and he had thought their family could enjoy many days of happiness.

But he didn’t expect it would only last for such a short day. That was enough. Any more would be unfair to Qiaoqiao.

"Dad, don’t be sad. If you want to see Qiaoqiao, you can still find her anytime. The only thing that’s changed is her relationship with us. Your relationship with her as grandfather and granddaughter remains unchanged."

Mrs. Sang handed over a tissue to the old man, awkwardly consoling him. She had never been a good mother for a single day, so Qiaoqiao wouldn’t even give her one day.

"You go out first." Grandpa didn’t take the tissue. He couldn’t blame Mrs. Sang.

Mrs. Sang was faultless as a daughter-in-law, just not as a good mother.

Her long postpartum depression went unnoticed, making her a pitiable person.

"Alright." Mrs. Sang walked out of the kitchen, sat in the living room, turned on the television, and gave the old man his dignity.

No one likes others to see them in a sorry state; she still understood that much.