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Sang Huan didn't have to wait long; less than half an hour later, her father and mother arrived by car.

Sang's mother immediately noticed her daughter's pale face and the purplish needle marks on the back of her hand. She was heartbroken and rushed over, her eyes red, to ask what had happened.

Sang Huan felt her mother's sincere care. The last remaining power belonging to the original owner of the body drew her closer. Like a weary bird returning to the forest, she rushed into her mother's arms, her bright eyes covered with a thin layer of mist.

"mom......"

Out of respect for Sang Huan, the Sang family also cared deeply for Lin Xiaoyue. Knowing that Lin Xiaoyue's family was poor and that she was a hardworking and ambitious child, they had been sponsoring Lin Xiaoyue for many years without Sang Huan's knowledge.

Otherwise, how could Lin Xiaoyue, who was still in junior high school, possibly pay off her gambling debts? And where would she get the money to support her mother's medical treatment and allow herself to continue her studies?

Even so, Lin Xiaoyue still watched the Sang family perish. Such a person truly deserves to die!

If they don't want the female lead to drink blood anymore, they need to talk to Sang's parents first. Otherwise, if Lin Xiaoyue comes to them crying and making a scene, it won't be good if they soften their hearts.

Without hesitation, Sang Huan confessed everything Lin Xiaoyue and Chen Chen had done on their way home with her family.

Sang's mother knew that her daughter was being teased and her face was flushed. The usually gentle woman rarely swore. In contrast, Sang's father was much more composed. He stared ahead with a gloomy face and listened to his wife and daughter's heart-to-heart talk without saying a word until he locked the car door and got out of the car, at which point he finally spoke.

"Huanhuan, what are your plans regarding Chen Chen?"

Sang Huan was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized what her father was talking about.

Unlike Lin Xiaoyue, whose family was struggling financially, Chen Chen, being an only child, came from a family with some assets, though less than the Sang family.

After Lin Xiaoyue brought the two together, Chen Chen, although he didn't like Sang Huan, accepted all the benefits that Sang Huan brought him and also used the Sang family's name to bring a lot of benefits to his own business.

With these resources, the Chen family, who came from out of town, managed to gain a foothold in S City.

Otherwise, how could these two be involved in this mess behind Sang Huan's back? They're essentially the same kind of people.

Moreover, Sang Huan didn't believe that these two people weren't involved in the sudden and unexpected downfall of the Sang family.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sarcasm, but she composed herself and looked up.

"Dad, you handle Chen Chen's situation, but don't go too far; he still has a use."

So, he's truly in love with Lin Xiaoyue? She'd like to see how long this "true love" can last after Chen Chen loses everything because of Lin Xiaoyue.

Knowing that his daughter had her own plans, Sang's father didn't ask any more questions, and the three of them went upstairs together.

Sang's father's men acted quickly. Just as Sang Huan finished her hot shower and was about to go to bed, their car stopped at the villa entrance, and they began carrying things to the guest room in trips.

Sang Huan didn't have many things, but she always thought of Lin Xiaoyue when buying things, which led to Lin Xiaoyue developing a habit of taking away some of her new clothes before she even had a chance to wear them herself.

You know, these clothes cost at least one or two thousand yuan each. She's already fallen out with Lin Xiaoyue, how could she possibly let her take advantage of her?

After contacting the charity and arranging a visit time, Sang Huan drank the ginger soup brought by her mother before finally getting into bed.

Before going to sleep, she clicked on that person's profile picture and blinked at the silent message box.

She lightly tapped the keyboard with her slender, fair fingertips, clicked send, and without caring about the other party's reaction, she put her phone on silent and went to sleep.

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In the CEO's office at the Pei Group, a black cell phone on the desk vibrated, instantly drawing the attention of the man working on documents.

Pei Yansheng frowned slightly, and just as he was about to silence his phone, a message popped up at the top of his head that made his gaze freeze.

His slender fingertips slid down, and sure enough, it was a message from that person.

Huanhuan: Mr. Pei, I'm home safely now. Thank you for taking care of me. Could you please send me the bill?

Huanhuan: When Mr. Pei has some free time, I'll treat you to dinner!

The tension in my jawline eased when I saw the next sentence, and the annoyance that had risen in my heart without me even realizing it subsided.

Pei Yansheng stared at the screen for a moment, feeling a strange unease, but ultimately didn't send the bill. He only typed a short message.

No need, it's just a small amount. If you really want to thank me, then treat me to a meal sometime.

After sending the message, Pei Yansheng waited a while but did not see a reply, so he put down his phone and prepared to continue handling official business.

But for some reason, a strange emotion arose in my heart, and I could no longer look at the documents that I could handle just now.

My eyes kept glancing at my phone, but the notification sound never came. Had I accidentally put it on silent?

Just then, the cell phone rang.

He paused in the motion of twirling the pen between his long fingers, picked up his phone, and couldn't help but feel disappointed.

The person who sent the message was his friend, saying that there was a gathering of friends that night and asking if he wanted to come.

Frustrated, I tossed the pen aside and waited for a long time, but the message box remained silent.

His dark eyes scanned the message box intently, finally settling on the time of the first message sent—

Four hours had passed since the two parted ways.

S City is large and prosperous, and the surrounding roads are safe. The hospital he found was also close to the city center. When he was dating Lin Xiaoyue, he had his assistant check her basic information.

Knowing that Lin Xiaoyue and Sang Huan share an apartment in the most bustling part of the city center, it is a bit far from the suburban hospital, but even with traffic jams, it will only take at least an hour and a half.

How could it have taken four hours? What unexpected event happened in between?

The man unconsciously straightened up from the back of his chair, his furrowed brows remaining furrowed for a long time. After a while, he applied slight pressure with his calloused fingertips, and the screen dimmed.

Pei Yansheng remembered Sang Huan's phone call from the hospital. He figured Lin Xiaoyue already knew about her friend's illness. With Lin Xiaoyue taking care of Sang Huan after she returned, nothing would go wrong.

Moreover, Sang Huan already has a boyfriend.

Lin Xiaoyue had told him many stories about her best friend and her boyfriend's loving relationship. The two had such a good relationship, so it was impossible for Sang Huan's boyfriend to let his girlfriend get into trouble.

Why are you worrying about this for no reason?

Thinking of this, a cold sneer flashed across Pei Yansheng's eyes.

Feeling frustrated, he lost all patience for his work and glanced at his watch, realizing it was already six o'clock.

Just then, my friend sent me another invitation.

Pei Yansheng suppressed his irritation, thankfully got the address, put his phone away, stood up, grabbed his coat from the hanger with his large, well-defined hands, and strode away from the company.

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Inside a private room at the No. 9 Mansion Club, light and melodious music played.

On the sofa, everyone was laughing and playing drinking games, creating a lively atmosphere. However, in the corner, there was an out-of-place figure.

He leaned back on the single sofa, his profile illuminated by the overhead light. The shadows of his wispy hair obscured most of his face, leaving only his perfectly sculpted jawline exposed. His slightly pursed lips were wet with wine, giving him an indescribably alluring look.

"Tsk, Pei-ge, you finally managed to come to this gathering, why are you sitting here drinking alone?"

(Double updates will resume tomorrow)