Chapter 170 - 170 Her Decision
170 Her Decision
At first, Sang Minglang was still thinking. ‘Could it be that Shen Hanyu’s condition had worsened?’
But on second thought, if Shen Hanyu had really done something, his sister should be in the hospital right now, not in this small coffee shop, alone and depressed.
He walked over and sat down opposite Sang Qianqian.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sizing her up. “Did Shen Hanyu bully you?”
“No, he didn’t. Why would he bully me?”
Sang Qianqian forced a smile. “Brother, how did you get here so quickly? Didn’t you say it would take 40 minutes to get here?”
“You suddenly called me so seriously and said that you had something to tell me. I thought about it and decided that your business is more important than the company.”
Sang Minglang looked at his sister. “What is it? Why are you in such a bad mood?”
Sang Qianqian was silent for a few seconds. “Brother, I had a nightmare again.”
Sang Minglang’s brows raised. “Didn’t Meng verify it five years ago?”
Sang Qianqian looked at her brother and thought about how he had disappeared in her dreams. She thought about what Guo Muyang had said. ‘Sang Minglang’s temper is really tough, and his life is tough as well. If it was any other person, they would not be able to withstand such torture.’
She felt terrible in her heart. It wasn’t that dreams weren’t accurate, but rather, they were too accurate.
Even the distance between the bullet and Shen Hanyu’s heart was almost the same as in his dream.
Sang Qianqian suppressed her emotions and told him everything she knew from that dream in detail.
After hearing that, Sang Minglang’s brows furrowed deeply, and his expression became much more serious.
“Are you sure that Guo Muyang told Shen Hanyu in the dream that he was going to the Xie family to pick me up?”
How could Sang Qianqian not be sure?
In her dream, Guo Muyang and Shen Hanyu were standing in front of her grave and having a brief conversation.
“Hanyu, when are you going to the Xie family in the capital to pick up Sang Minglang?”
“Tonight.”
The cemetery was too quiet, and the words ‘Xie family’ struck her heart like a bolt of lightning.
After a brief moment of confusion, she felt a heart-wrenching pain. How could she have remembered wrongly?
“Could it be that Xie Shi’an is really involved in the shooting? He’s only doing this to Shen Hanyu and the Sang family because of you?”
Sang Minglang furrowed his brows in deep though. “But that’s not right? Qianqian, you didn’t know Xie Shi’an in the dream.”
Sang Qianqian was silent for a moment. “I know her. When I was studying abroad, in his dream, he had also chased after her for almost four years.”
Xie Shi’an had almost become her boyfriend.
If she had not received her father’s call and rushed back to Ming city overnight, if the Sang family had not been in trouble, she might have really agreed to Xie Shi’an’s request.
In her dream, she did not return to the country in order to find out about Sang Minglang’s whereabouts.
She had only spoken to Xie Shi’an a few times, but after she got together with Shen Hanyu, she had lost contact with him.
The shock in Sang Minglang’s eyes was simply indescribable.
The characters in the dream actually corresponded to the ones in reality. Even the direction of many things were basically the same. This was too unbelievable.
Although the police had previously determined that Xie Shi’an had nothing to do with the shooting…
But to be honest, Sang Minglang was still a little suspicious in his heart.
The timing of Xie Shi’an’s arrival was too coincidental. Furthermore, the murderer had followed Xie Shi’an to sneak in.
As Guo Muyang had said, only Xie Shi’an had the motive to ruin the wedding and kill Shen Hanyu.
Sang Minglang’s voice deepened. “Did you tell Shen Hanyu about this dream?”
Sang Qianqian shook her head.
“He’s so badly injured now, so it’s better if I don’t say anything.”
Sang Minglang’s brows furrowed tightly. “Why don’t I make a trip to the capital and get a private detective to investigate Xie Shi’an? It’s not too late to tell Shen Hanyu when we have a lead.”
Sang Qianqian’s tone was very calm. “Brother, I don’t intend to involve Hanyu in this matter.”
Sang Minglang didn’t really understand what he meant. “But you and Hanyu are husband and wife.”
If Xie Shi’an was really targeting him, how could she not drag Shen Hanyu into it?
At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the private room, and the waiter came in to serve two cups of coffee.
After the waiter left, the door closed.
Sang Qianqian stirred her coffee for a while before saying in a low voice, “We haven’t registered our marriage yet, and the wedding is only halfway through.”
Sang Minglang almost spat out the mouthful of coffee he had just drunk and coughed non-stop.
He glared at Sang Qianqian. “What do you mean? You want to break up with Shen Hanyu?”
“Brother, I really don’t want to harm him. He almost lost his life in this shooting. I can’t risk his life again. I want to continue being with him. What if it’s really like the dream…”
Sang Qianqian could not continue. It was as if something was stuck in her heart. After a long while, she said in a low voice, “I can’t feel at ease even if i die. Hanyu is innocent.If it wasn’t for me, he would be fine.”
Sang Minglang’s gaze was complicated. “You’ve really thought it through? I’m afraid Shen Hanyu won’t agree to break up with you. He’s… he’s quite affectionate.”
“He will agree.”
Sang Qianqian’s voice was very soft. “Brother, i want to go to the capital to look for Xie Shi’an.”
It was as if Sang Minglang had been struck by lightning. He simply could not believe his ears. “What did you say?”
“I’m going to the capital to find Xie Shi’an.”
Sang Qianqian’s tone was firm. it was obvious that she had considered it for a long time before making this decision. “This is the only way to change the ending of the dream and find the real perpetrator of the shooting.”
In that dream, the Xie family was mentioned, and Shen Hanyu was killed when he went to the Xie family to pick up his brother.
Sang Qianqian did not believe that Xie Shi’an had nothing to do with the shooting.
If she didn’t go to the capital, nothing could be changed. But if she went, she might have a chance of survival.
If there were any clues, she would be able to detect it early and deal with it.
“No,” Sang Minglang’s face was dark as he rejected her flatly, “I’m not dead yet. It’s not your place to put yourself in danger.”
Sang Qianqian said seriously, “This is not putting myself in danger. If I go, it will be the fastest and most effective way. Moreover, it can also make Xie Shi’an completely let down his guard.”
In her dream, all the tragedies seemed to have started because of her.
It was only right for her to end all of this.
“I can understand that you don’t want to get Shen Hanyu into trouble. But forget about going to the capital.”
Sang Minglang still did not agree. “I will handle this matter. I still stand by my words. As long as i’m around, it will not be your turn to take the Sang family’s place to take care of things for me.”
“Brother, I’m not asking for your opinion, I’m telling you what I’ll do.”
Sang Qianqian glanced at him. “Just take care of yourself. Don’t drag me down like you did in my dream.”
Sang Minglang was speechless.
This was the first time he had been completely ignored by his sister.
However, thinking about the dream that Qianqian had mentioned, he had indeed dragged her down.
Such a big thing had happened to the Sang family, but he was absent. She had to bear all the responsibility.
She had been pampered and doted on by him and his father since she was young. It was not an exaggeration to say that she was a flower in a greenhouse.
However, in her dream, she had encountered her father’s death, his disappearance, the Sang family’s huge debt, and so on. It was easy to imagine how helpless she must have been.
Sang Minglang felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. As his thoughts turned, he also came to a decision.
“When do you plan to go to the capital?” Sang Minglang asked.
“We have to wait for Hanyu to recover. I haven’t finished my advanced course, either.”
Sang Qianqian lowered her head and stirred her coffee. “At the earliest, in three months.”