Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Mrs. Sang’s Belief Crumbles, How Could Jiaojiao Treat Her This Way?

Sang Siyang had sat in the hospital room for a while before leaving; nowadays, all matters concerning the Sang Family required his attention, and he couldn’t linger outside for too long.

Sang Nanfeng had to help the old master bring his father back; his father was still characteristically unpredictable, eagerly approaching when there was profit to be made, and fleeing without stopping the moment trouble arose.

He really failed Granpa’s trust, but thankfully Siyang had instructed him to settle the old master properly beforehand, otherwise with the breaking news from a few days ago, combined with his father’s worthless behavior.

He was truly afraid that Granpa could have been scared into fainting on the spot.

After both of them had left, only Sang Shen and two caregivers remained in the hospital room.

Sang Shen was flipping through Jiaojiao’s nearly empty Weibo on his phone; the last post she made was that official-sounding one during the reality TV show, which didn’t sound like something she would post.

He suddenly realized how hard it was to get information about Jiaojiao, and now with a broken leg, it was even more impossible.

Sang Shen didn’t even dare to play pitiful to get her to visit him.

So, he just held his phone, looking over and over again at the photo of Jiaojiao from the reality TV show, the only picture he could see of her after she had grown up.

Mrs. Sang waited inside the house unable to contact Sang Jiao for three or four days, and Jiao hadn’t come to pick her up either; the food in the refrigerator was gradually being eaten up, and the dishes were piled up in the sink.

Her helplessness and fear grew stronger, shifting from firm belief to now harboring doubts.

Until the door was vigorously knocked twice, “Is anyone home?”

Mrs. Sang’s eyes lit up, she stood up and hurried toward the door, certain that it was someone Jiaojiao sent to pick her up, she knew Jiaojiao wouldn’t abandon her!

After opening the door, she was met by several muscular men with tattoos on their arms.

The leader, with a cigarette in his mouth, asked, “Are you Sang Jiao’s guarantor, Sang Yue?”

“Yes, yes, that’s me–did Jiaojiao send you to pick me up? Just wait, I’ll go upstairs and pack my luggage right away.” Mrs. Sang nodded, ecstatic.

She knew Jiaojiao wouldn’t possibly abandon her.

“What pick you up? Pay up the money! Back then, this Sang Jiao borrowed two hundred million from us using your name and ID card. Now that we can’t contact her, naturally, you’re the one who has to pay.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Sang’s step that was about to move forward retracted, doubting she had heard correctly.

“What did you say? Two hundred million?”

“Yeah, you, as the Sang family’s lady, wouldn’t be thinking of skipping out on the debt, right? Let me tell you, it’s all written clearly in black and white, and it’s your signature, you can’t escape it!”

The cigarette-smoking man handed her the contract to look at, and it was stamped with a seal.

Mrs. Sang read over each line of the contract, her brows furrowing tighter with each line, until she had gone over the entire document.

At this point, she started to panic; why would Jiaojiao do this to her? Not coming to pick her up, and leaving her with such a huge debt?

No, Jiaojiao wouldn’t do this to her; contracts could be faked, maybe it was Sang Qiao who deliberately arranged these people to sow discord, yes, that must be it.

Thinking this, Mrs. Sang quickly calmed down, staring them down.

“Jiaojiao wouldn’t do this to us, you must be trying to deceive me; who sent you? Was it Sang Qiao? How much money did she give you to do such conscienceless acts? The signature is a forgery, isn’t it?”

“What is this crap? You think you can welch on the debt? I don’t care what grudges or resentments you have with Sang Qiao or Sang Jiao, but it’s written clearly in black and white–that it was you who borrowed the money. Your name is signed here, and here’s your fingerprint. Do you see it? Fingerprints can’t be faked, can they? If you keep on hemming and hawing and don’t repay the money, I swear I’ll break your legs, believe it or not?”

The man with a cigarette hanging from his mouth spoke impatiently. He had no interest in wasting his time with this old woman; he was in a hurry to find the next debtor.

The lackeys standing behind him silently raised their iron bars, threateningly eyeing her.

One of the lackeys spoke with disdain: “Mrs. Sang, I was there when you signed. You wouldn’t have forgotten about me, now would you, given your high status?”

Mrs. Sang took a step back, fearful, especially upon seeing this familiar lackey who seemed to have lost his soul, tripping over her own feet and tumbling to the ground.

Her hair was disheveled, and she looked a mess, with eyes swollen like walnuts–this familiar lackey was undoubtedly the last straw for her.

It was he who had handed her the contract to sign that day…

How could Jiaojiao do this to her? She had always treated Jiaojiao so well, just like her own daughter!

“What are you dazed for? Do you want to keep your legs or not?” The man with the cigarette furrowed his brow, took the iron bar from the lackey’s hand, and swung it down beside her leg.

It fell to the ground with a “clatter.”

Mrs. Sang closed her eyes in fear, her soul almost leaving her body: “Ahh…”

She shook her head, her eyes reddening, “No, it was clearly agreed that day that I was just a guarantor, I was deceived, the money wasn’t borrowed by me, it has nothing to do with me.”

“I don’t care if you were tricked or not, all I know is she borrowed the money using your name. You signed and left your fingerprints–if she doesn’t pay up, naturally, it’s up to you to compensate.”

“No… it can’t be, I was deceived, I thought I was only needed as a guarantor. It has nothing to do with me!” Mrs. Sang shook her head and stepped back; that was two hundred million!

It was money she couldn’t muster even at the peak of her fortune, let alone now.

“You signed it, how can it have nothing to do with you?” The man with the cigarette let out a scornful laugh.

Couldn’t believe Mrs. Sang could be so dumb.

“It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me,” Mrs. Sang persisted stubbornly, her head aching with blank confusion. How could Jiaojiao do this to her?

Wasn’t Jiaojiao her daughter? Didn’t the Master say Jiaojiao would bring her luck?

“I’m not here to casually ask for money; I’m here because you’re avoiding your debts. Are you going to pay up or not? If not, don’t blame my brothers for being rude!”

The man with the cigarette had lost his patience, kicking a door nearby to make a loud noise to intimidate her.

The lackey lifted the iron bar high, ready to strike down on her leg.

Mrs. Sang quickly spoke up: “I’ll pay, I’ll pay.”

The man with the cigarette: “Hurry it up then.”

“I… I’ll call my son.” Mrs. Sang stood up and ran shakingly toward the living room, picking up her cellphone from the sofa and calling Sang Qingran.

“Qingran, save your mother… Come quickly, or I’m going to die! Jiaojiao deceived me into borrowing money for her, now those people have come knocking, and Jiaojiao… she’s run away.”

Tears streamed down Mrs. Sang’s face. The two people she had devoted her life to loving had both let her down.

She felt as though her whole world had come crashing down in an instant.

In the end, it was Sang Qingran who came up with two hundred million to settle the debt for Mrs. Sang, and after selling the house, he took Mrs. Sang back home.

All the way, Mrs. Sang’s tears never stopped, “Qingran, your shares… Jiaojiao sold them too. She deceived us, why would she do this? Is there perhaps some reason she had to…”