Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

A domineering CEO father, a naive and innocent mother, a sick brother, and a broken woman.

Sang Ling transmigrated into a book.

Stumbling and bumbling, she grew up until the age of three before unexpectedly awakening her past life memories, only to find herself transmigrated into a domineering CEO novel, the daughter of the old domineering CEO who was almost kidnapped, and the younger sister of the vicious female supporting character of the young domineering CEO.

This world is a huge novel about a domineering CEO in a wealthy family. First, there's the old CEO chasing after his wife through a nightmare, then the young wife runs away pregnant. The plot is initially angsty but later sweet and a bit crazy.

Then there's the domineering CEO who keeps getting cremated, and the female lead keeps suffering physical and emotional torment but doesn't run away; the plot is absolutely insane.

As a child, she used to think it was illogical that her brother, who was only five years old, was so good at hacking. Now she realizes that the world is just crazy.

Now that things had come to this, Xiao Sangling patted her head and decided to try to integrate into this family.

She later discovered it was all in vain, because she couldn't outmaneuver them.

Later, at a young age, she left home to go up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables.

This digging has been going on for more than a decade.

Having stayed away from the epilepsy den for more than a decade, Sang Ling firmly believes that she has a pure and upright character and is a rare good person in society.

Just like right now.

After she finished digging for wild vegetables and came down the mountain, she met an injured man by the roadside.

I often hear people say that you shouldn't just pick up any man, especially a handsome man who's been hurt.

But she still picked it up because she was a good person.

As dusk settled and a light drizzle fell, Sang Ling, wearing a large yellow duck raincoat and carrying a small basket on her back, squatted on the ground, her gaze fixed intently on the man on the ground.

Her fair and delicate face was blurred by the light rain.

The man lay on the ground, pale-faced, with handsome features. He was drenched in a light drizzle, his hair and clothes were wet, and blood was seeping from his abdomen.

It made him appear broken and aloof, making him unbelievably handsome.

Sang Ling reached out and poked his face.

Hmm, it's soft, not dead yet.

Sang Ling looked left and right furtively, then picked up the person and ran off, her short legs moving swiftly and nimbly.

Not long after Sang Ling left, a car sped up and stopped in front of where the man had just been.

The two hurriedly got out of the car and searched around.

"What about people?"

Unable to find the person, the man with sharp and cold features frowned.

The young man being questioned also looked bewildered.

I don't know, the person was still here before I left.

Seeing the bloodstains on the ground, the two exchanged a glance and realized something was wrong.

Oh no, the CEO is missing.

Meanwhile, Sang Ling had already sneakily carried the person back to her cabin.

As soon as I entered the house, a cat and a dog pounced on me.

Ignoring them, Sang Ling, feeling guilty, shoved the person onto the bed, and then covered them with a blanket to hide them.

She hurriedly turned around and rummaged through the room, found a pill, lifted a corner of the blanket to reveal that beautiful face, and then Sang Ling roughly pried open the other person's mouth and stuffed the pill in.

He didn't care whether he lived or died and pulled the blanket back over him.

Only after doing all this did Sang Ling feel relieved.

He nodded in satisfaction and smiled.

She's so kind!

Today is another day of kindness~

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Sang Ling sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the bulging blanket for a while, then turned to look at the cats and dogs squatting in front of the bed, tilting their heads and looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"Meow~"

The calico cat, sitting on the Samoyed's back, lazily licked its paws and meowed.

Sang Ling blinked and pursed her lips, her soft, white cheeks puffing out slightly.

After thinking for a moment, I started talking nonsense to a cat and a dog with a straight face.

"This is the younger brother I found for you."

After thinking for a moment, she added, "You can't bite him."

The cats and dogs tilted their heads in unison, their big eyes filled with great confusion.

Just as Sang Ling was pondering how to foster the bond between these two brothers who had never met, the person on the bed woke up.

This is the third day since Fu Zhirang woke up. He doesn't know what medicine the other party gave him, but his injuries have almost healed in just two days.

Touching the wound on his abdomen, Fu Zhirang sat on the edge of the bed with his eyelashes slightly lowered, staring at the ground, seemingly lost in thought.

I heard the sound of a door opening and looked up.

"Jiaojiao, dinner's ready." Sang Ling walked in carrying a plate of fresh, crisp lettuce.

Fu Zhirang's handsome eyebrows twitched slightly, and he pursed his lips tightly.

It's been three days, and he still can't get used to this title.

He woke up here three days ago, injured and still a little confused, with only a little girl, a cat, and a dog by his side.

The little girl said she picked him up from the mountain and that she saved him.

Fu Zhirang felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't refute it.

Later, when I learned that he had amnesia, the light shining in his eyes was strangely dazzling.

She immediately grabbed him and called him "Jiaojiao Jiaojiao" because he couldn't remember his own name.

As Sang Ling walked towards him, Fu Zhirang's gaze deepened, and he fell silent again when his eyes fell on the lettuce in her arms.

To say she treated him badly is an overstatement; she did save him and even helped heal his injuries.

She's good to him, and she feeds him raw vegetables every day—cucumbers yesterday, tomatoes the day before, and lettuce today.

Will we have to eat radishes tomorrow?

Fu Zhirang asked the question instinctively.

Sang Ling chewed on a lettuce leaf and looked up in surprise, "You want to eat radish?"

Fu Zhirang pursed his lips and remained silent, his deep features carrying a hint of coldness.

No, I don't want to.

"The radishes aren't ripe yet, we'll have to wait a couple more days, so we can't eat them tomorrow," Sang Ling said softly as she chewed.

Fu Zhirang inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

A lettuce leaf was stuffed into my hand, and the little girl's voice still echoed in my ears.

"Eat quickly, don't go hungry."

Fu Zhirang clutched the leaf, his well-defined fingers bent, the knuckles turning slightly white. He closed his eyes briefly and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't there any cooked food here?"

If the girl hadn't eaten lettuce with him every day, he would have suspected she was doing it on purpose.

Sang Ling paused in her nibbling on the vegetable leaves, then looked up in confusion, "You want to eat boiled vegetables?"

Looking into Sang Ling's clear and bright eyes, Fu Zhirang suddenly realized something.

Fu Zhirang asked, "You can't cook?"

Sang Ling replied, "I can grow vegetables."

Fu Zhirang then asked, "So what do you usually eat?"

Sang Ling took a bite of lettuce and chewed it. What do you think?

Fu Zhirang fell silent.

After a while, Fu Zhirang resignedly picked up the vegetable leaves and started eating, his aloof and ascetic face revealing a barely perceptible sense of despair.

Fu Zhirang ate lettuce with a look of utter despair.

Sang Ling sat to the side, chewing with her cheeks puffed out, her big eyes staring intently at the other person's face.

She truly is a beauty; even when she's eating a leafy green, she's incredibly elegant, chewing slowly and deliberately.

Unlike her, all she does is chew, chew, chew.

(￣～￣) Chewing~

Fu Zhirang could hear the crisp sound of Sang Ling chewing vegetable leaves all around him. Suddenly, he paused in his eating and slowly turned his head to look at Sang Ling.

His deep eyes were unfathomable.

Sang Ling tilted her head, chewing on a leafy green. "What's wrong?"

"Hand." Fu Zhirang pursed his lips, his voice low and slightly cool.

"Does your hand hurt?" Sang Ling blinked her innocent big eyes and asked with concern.

Fu Zhirang looked at her expressionlessly, his voice cold and pointed, "Your hand."

What's wrong with my hand?

Following Fu Zhirang's gaze downwards, Sang Ling looked down at the small hand resting on her slender fingers, blinking.

Meeting the other person's cool gaze, Sang Ling asked without any guilt, "Can't I touch you?"

"No."

Fu Zhirang's refusal was so decisive that Sang Ling's heart was shattered.

What?! The beautiful girl we picked up won't let us touch her?!