67 I’ll Leave Everything to God’s Will

Shen Hanyu wanted to send Sang Qianqian back, but Sang Qianqian didn’t allow him to.

He was exhausted from working overtime until now. It would take an hour to send her home and then go back. It didn’t matter if it was out of gratitude for her treatment or out of his position as her friend in the past.

She appreciated his good intentions, but there was no need to take a favor from him.

Sang Qianqian called for a taxi. While they were waiting, she arranged a time for Shen Hanyu’s treatment. Shen Hanyu was busy with work and only had time at night.

On the other hand, Sang Qianqian studied at university during the day and had an hour of practical class at night, which ended at about 8:30.

Sang Qianqian said, “I’ll come to see President Shen at 9. The treatment will be over in about half an hour. Is this a good time?”

Shen Hanyu had regretted his words from the moment he said ‘Yes’. However, it was impossible to refuse now, so he could only nod his head.

Sang Qianqian glanced at him. “Then, where would be the most suitable place for me to look for President Shen?”

Shen Hanyu was silent for a long time, so long that Sang Qianqian thought he was going to go back on his word. “President Shen?”

“Imperial Creek Terrace.” He finally spoke.

Imperial Creek Terrace and Yushui Bay were the two most luxurious plots of land in Ming City. The former was a high-end residential building located in the most luxurious and expensive area of Ming City; The latter was mainly a villa, quiet and elegant like the Jiangnan waterways. The Sang family used to live in Yushui Bay.

Sang Qianqian carefully noted down the address and house number in her cell phone’s memo. The taxi she had called also arrived.

“Then, President Shen, I’ll see you tomorrow night.” She turned around and smiled.

The car disappeared from sight for a long time.

Shen Hanyu was still standing by the roadside. He felt uneasy when he thought about the words ‘I’ll see you tomorrow night’.

If there was an emotional monitoring table, his emotions in the past five years would have remained in a straight line. His heart was like still water, without any ups and downs.

It was only when he knew that Sang Qianqian might still be alive that this line began to fluctuate. On the day he met Sang Qianqian in Yuecheng, the fluctuation reached its peak before falling again.

These days, he had spent a lot of effort to keep himself calm, at least on the surface. However, Sang Qianqian’s arrival had easily thrown his emotions into chaos.

Out of habit, Shen Hanyu would always consider the possible consequences of his actions and decisions.

However, agreeing to Sang Qianqian’s treatment was the most rash decision he had ever made in his life. What would happen in three months?

Shen Hanyu didn’t know, nor could he predict anything.

When he returned to the office building, Shen Hanyu thought to himself, “If that’s the case, I’ll leave everything to God’s will.”

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The next night, Sang Qianqian finished her practical class and rushed to the school gate, ready to take a taxi to Imperial Creek Terrace.

When she was waiting for the bus, she felt a gaze on her. She turned around and met a pair of watery eyes. A cute girl with curly hair like a Barbie doll stood there. She had fair skin and big, lively eyes, and she was stealing glances at Sang Qianqian.

Suddenly meeting Sang Qianqian’s face, she seemed to be shocked. Her eyes were wide open, as if she was about to cry out in shock, but in the next second, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

Sang Qianqian couldn’t help but laugh. This little girl was quite cute.

The little girl quickly ran over. Sang Qianqian couldn’t tell if she was excited or something. “My name is Rong Yan. Can I ask what your name is?”

Sang Qianqian had a good impression of this young lady. “Sang Qianqian.”

The little girl’s almond-shaped eyes widened and she asked nervously, “Then are you the daughter of Hongyuan Group’s former President, Sang Pengcheng?”

The Sang family’s Hongyuan group had disappeared from Ming City five years ago. Sang Pengcheng’s name had also disappeared from the business world for five years.

She didn’t expect this young lady to remember.

Sang Qianqian nodded. “Yes, that’s me.”

She had faked her death to avoid Shen Hanyu, but now that they had made peace, there was no need to fake her death anymore.

Just as she finished her sentence, the little girl jumped up in joy, her eyes turning red. “I knew it, it’s impossible for someone to look so similar to you!”

Sang Qianqian was bewildered. “You… You know me?”

The little girl wiped her tears. “More than just knowing! Sister Qianqian,”

She called out this name and looked at Sang Qianqian timidly, “Can I call you that?”

Sang smiled. “Sure.”

Rong Yan continued with tears in her eyes. “It’s okay if Sister Qianqian doesn’t remember, but I can’t forget Sister Qianqian for the rest of my life. Sister Qianqian, don’t think that I’ve always been skinny. I used to be super fat, and you helped me out when I got bullied.”

Sang Qianqian sized up the young lady in front of her. She was thinking about the past in her mind, but she really couldn’t recall anything. “Sorry, I… I really can’t remember.”

“It’s fine if you don’t remember as long as I still remember.” Rong Yan excitedly told her about the past.

When she was young, she was weak and sick. She took medicine all year round, which led to her body being fat. When she was 13 years old, she was only 148 cm tall, but she weighed more than 130 pounds. She was a fat girl.

The school that she attended was the international middle school that Sang Qianqian had attended. During the school’s sports meet, Rong Yan mustered up the courage to bring water to the boy she liked, but she was blocked by a few girls in the corner, ridiculed and laughed at.

Rong Yan cried until her voice was hoarse. It was Sang Qianqian who appeared in time and helped her.

At that time, Sang Qianqian was the most eye-catching existence in the school. When she bent down to help Rong Yan up, Rong Yan saw her as a fairy who had descended from heaven.

Sang Qianqian gently said, “Little Girl, don’t listen to their nonsense. You’re very good-looking. You’ll definitely be more beautiful when you slim down in the future.”

Rong Yan had always remembered Sang Qianqian. It was because of what she said that she worked hard to lose weight and become so pretty.

It was a pity that not long after she met Sang Qianqian, she had changed her studies and left. Later on, Rong Yan saw news of her passing on the internet. She was heartbroken.

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“Sister Qianqian, you’re still alive. This is great.”

It was obvious that Rong Yan was really happy to be reunited with Sang Qianqian again. She looked at Sang Qianqian with the eyes of a fangirl. “Back then, I thought that Sister Qianqian was no longer around and cried for a long time.”

Sang Qianqian sighed in her heart. Who would’ve thought that a casual remark back then would create such a beautiful girl?

Indeed, every little fatty had potential. This saying was true.

After exchanging numbers, Rong Yan was pleasantly surprised to find out that Sang Qianqian was heading to Imperial Creek Terrace. “I’m staying there too. Sister Qianqian, my second brother is coming here to pick me up. He’ll be here soon. We can send you there since we’re going to the same place.”

The young lady was overly enthusiastic and told Sang Qianqian to cancel the online car booking. Sang Qianqian couldn’t resist her enthusiasm and could only comply.

Soon, a flashy Porsche whizzed over and stopped in front of Rong Yan. In the driver’s seat, a short-haired young man with a vibrant and unruly expression turned his head. His gaze swept past Rong Yan and Sang Qianqian, and he was slightly startled.

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