The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

It was Sang Huaimin's voice on the other end of the phone.

Sang Ran sat up from the bed: "What?"

"How could you get sick when you were perfectly fine?" Her voice was tinged with anxiety, and she didn't stop putting on her clothes.

Sang Huaimin was much calmer in comparison. He evasively urged:

"It's not convenient to talk on the phone, but you should come back as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of glass hitting the floor, and then the phone was hastily hung up.

Sang Ran tried hard to stay calm, put on a long down jacket, opened the door and ran out.

The lights in the living room were still on. Yao Ya was still awake, sitting on the sofa playing games. She looked up when she heard the noise: "Where are you going so late?"

Sang Ran didn't pause for a moment, and only found the time to reply while changing shoes at the door: "My grandma is sick."

"What? Do you want me to accompany you?"

Yao Ya's voice was blocked by the sound of the door closing.

Sang Ran ran all the way to the door of the Sang family before he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Grandma was so seriously ill, why wasn’t she sent to the hospital? Could letting her come to the Sang family solve the problem?

Moreover, Sang Huaimin's tone just now was too calm.

Although Sang Huaimin was not very good at loving his own children, he was absolutely respectful and filial to Old Lady Sang.

She slowed down her pace and walked into the yard while thinking.

The main gate was open, and the door of the villa was also wide open. A small pink suitcase was placed at the door.

Li Chuchu should have just returned from traveling.

Sang Ran approached, and the sound of things being smashed came through the door, accompanied by Li Chuchu's roar: "Didn't I say that she should marry Mr. Wang? Why did it become Pei Jingping?"

Hearing this, Sang Ran stopped in his tracks.

Sang Huaimin's tone was full of humble flattery:

"Chu Chu, Pei Jingping has agreed to invest in us, a full 50 million, which is more than what Mr. Wang gave."

Pei Jingping promised to invest 50 million in the Sang family? Is this what they talked about that night?

Pei Jingping did not mention a word.

Li Chuchu was a little disappointed: "Dad! Do you know that if Sang Ran marries Pei Jingping, she will not let our Sang family have an easy life in the future."

"Why can Sang Ran marry Pei Jingping? How can she be worthy of Pei Jingping?"

Sang Huaimin hurriedly coaxed: "Hey, little ancestor, please keep your voice down. She will be here soon. Don't let her hear it."

"It can't be that fast."

Li Chuchu retorted, regaining some of her rationality: "I don't care, she must not marry Pei Jingping."

"Have you forgotten? It was you who told me that the Sang family almost went bankrupt, but fortunately Sang Ran saved the company when she took over. Although you never said it, we all know her ability. Now she is alienated from the Sang family. If she really marries Pei Jingping and opens a company of her own, will our Sang Group still have a place to stand at that time?"

Sang Ran is only worthy of marrying someone like Mr. Wang who is good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

Sang Huaimin whispered to coax her, but Sang Ran could still hear it clearly: "Then what do you say we should do? She won't listen to us now, and they have been secretly together for so long."

"If we really let her climb up the social ladder, it will be too late to control her in the future." Li Chuchu said, "Now, while she has no ability yet and everyone knows that she is the adopted daughter of the Sang family, we should use public opinion to suppress her."

Sang Huaimin didn't say anything, and the room was silent for a moment.

Just when Sang Ran thought they would stop talking, Sang Huaimin spoke again: "Does she care about public opinion?"

Li Chuchu sneered: "She doesn't care, but her daughter can't possibly not care either, right? The Sang family is in this situation now, and it's definitely not going to work if they rely on Li Cheng alone."

She told Sang Huaimin, "Dad, you must not break off your relationship with Sang Ran. Let's just coax her. After she marries Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang will beat her for a few days and she will be obedient."

Sang Huaimin still said nothing.

"Dad." Li Chuchu said coquettishly, "Am I the biological child of the Sang family or is she the biological child of the Sang family? Do you really want me to beg the He family for help before I even marry into the He family and be looked down upon by them?"

Sang Huaimin seemed to be a little hesitant: "But... after all, I watched Sang Ran grow up."

"Then you should just let her be your good daughter. I'm leaving!"

"No, no, no, blood ties are definitely more important."

After careful consideration, Sang Huaimin made the decision: "Okay! I'll listen to you. I'll do whatever you say."

"Auntie Wang, clean this place up quickly, before Sang Ran sees it."

"Yes, sir."

He added, "You should control your bad temper later. Remember, we are trying to make peace with Sang Ran. She has lacked the love of your mother and me since she was a child. As long as we coax her a little, she will listen to everything like a fool."

Li Chuchu snorted coquettishly: "Of course I know, you guys are still counting on me to take care of you in your old age, how can she, who has no parents, take care of you?"

Sang Ran listened in silence.

Standing at the door, her back was slightly bent, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away, leaving only a shell.

The hands hanging by his sides slowly clenched, pinching into the flesh of his palms, and he refused to let go even though it hurt.

Not sure if it was because of anger or sadness, her body couldn't stop shaking.

The nails were getting deeper and deeper, and blood was faintly seeping into the gaps between the nails.

Just when her emotions were on the verge of collapse, a big hand gently held her hand, and slowly and gently, little by little, carefully pried open her fingers.

Sang Ran looked over there blankly. A person who shouldn't have been here appeared beside her like a god descending from heaven.

The man's chest rose and fell slightly, and he seemed to be breathing heavily due to the intense exercise.

His thick black hair covered his forehead, with a few strands wet with sweat. But even so, it still couldn't hide the superior facial features.

Pei Jingping's Adam's apple moved slightly: "Why are you bullied every day?"

He had a smile on his face and spoke jokingly, but his eyes could not hide his worry.

Sang Ran asked blankly: "Why are you here?"

Pei Jingping casually said, "I just got off the plane, and the driver took the wrong road and accidentally came in."

He looked at Sang Ran's red eyes and said in a mean tone, "Are you crying? Little crybaby?"

This was the first time Sang Ran was called that.

She felt a little uncomfortable, but she was in no mood to argue with him, so she asked, "Did you hear everything?"

Pei Jingping thought for a moment.

He originally wanted her to handle the things around her on her own and didn't want to interfere.

Because I know she is strong.

However, he really couldn't bear to see her being wronged.

He nodded: "I heard it."

"This is my family matter." Sang Ran pulled her hand out of his, "I can handle it myself."

Pei Jingping gripped it again, with more force than ever before.

He pried Sang Ran's hands apart and slowly interlocked their fingers.

He said, "If I let you figure it out on your own, the sky will fall."

He added: "Don't worry, I won't pester you. We haven't broken up yet. I have to fulfill my obligations as a boyfriend."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Sang Ran to respond, but dragged her and strode into the villa.

Sang Ran was not mentally prepared yet: "What are you doing?"

She now didn't know what mood she should use to deal with the Sang family.

Pei Jingping didn't look back, and said indifferently:

"Support your girlfriend."