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

Seeing that the little girl was only focused on talking to Uncle Zhang and didn't even glance at him, Fu Zhirang put down his cup and lowered his eyes.

He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips.

"Have a meal."

Sang Ling turned her head upon hearing the voice, and met the other person's shimmering, cool eyes. Her attention was instantly drawn to him.

Knowing that the other person was still angry, she obediently buried her head and started eating.

Not to mention, it's quite delicious.

Fu Zhirang ate at a leisurely pace, glancing at her every now and then. When he saw her cheeks bulging from eating, a warm glint flashed in his eyes.

This harmonious scene brought tears to Zhang Bo's eyes.

His young master is finally no longer alone.

He was so moved that he wanted to say something.

"Young master, do you know that the rain was so heavy last night that it blew the roof off the house next door?"

Recalling the gossip he had heard this morning, Uncle Zhang shared it with great interest.

Sang Ling, who was munching on a steamed bun: "..."

"Not only that, I heard their yard was flooded a meter deep." Uncle Zhang described it vividly, exaggerating as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Sang Ling, who was drinking porridge: "..."

"And another thing, I also heard that their eldest son's stomach problems flared up because he got caught in the rain, and he's still in the hospital being treated." Uncle Zhang shook his head and sighed.

Sang Ling, gnawing on a chicken wing: "!!!"

Why are they in critical condition?

Fu Zhirang finally raised his eyelids, looked at Sang Ling who was so shocked that she forgot to spit out the bones, and slightly furrowed his brows.

He reached under her chin and said in a low voice, "Spit it out."

Sang Ling moved her mouth and spat the bone she had cleaned out of her mouth into his palm.

Fu Zhirang tossed the bone in his hand into the bowl and casually wiped his palm with a tissue.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and waved, indicating that it would wipe her hand as well.

With a slight tremor of her eyelashes, Fu Zhirang glanced at the owner of the hand, said nothing, and then took a few clean tissues to gently wipe the small hand in her own.

The little girl's hands were soft and white, and he, being petite, could easily hold them in one hand.

However, Sang Ling was looking worried without any expression on her face.

She hadn't expected Sang Ce to be so fragile; getting caught in the rain a little resulted in him ending up in the hospital.

Is he a crispy shark?

After breakfast, Fu Zhirang went to the company, while Sang Ling went to the hospital to visit her brother, Crispy Shark.

Watching the two figures leave together, Uncle Zhang once again smiled with relief through his tear-filled eyes.

As the two walked to the door, Zhou Bei was already waiting by the car, his eyes fixed on the hand that someone had taken advantage of in his boss's hands.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Ignoring Zhou Bei's angry gaze, Sang Ling buried her head and touched Jiao Jiao's hand.

Hurry up and touch it, hurry up and touch it, you won't be able to touch it if you separate them.

As she touched him, she hugged Fu Zhirang's waist, tilted her head up in his arms, and gently but earnestly reminded him, "Remember to come back early tonight."

Fu Zhirang's usually quiet eyes rippled slightly as he gazed at the person in his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He patted her head and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Mmm."

After receiving a response, Sang Ling briskly withdrew from the embrace, waved her hand without hesitation, and turned to walk towards the next room, saying, "Alright, you can go now."

Fu Zhirang was stunned for a moment after being left behind, and then pursed his lips slightly.

Seeing his boss's sullen and abandoned expression, Zhou Bei hesitated to speak.

As soon as Sang Ling returned to the Sang family home, she was greeted by Fu Gui, who pounced on her with its tail wagging and hugged her. It kept circling around her, wanting to cuddle and pet her.

In comparison, the cat sitting upright on the sofa looks much more aloof.

"Miss, you're back?" Wang Ma came out just then.

"Where are you going?" Sang Ling asked casually when she saw her carrying large bags of things.

"Oh, the young master is sick in the hospital. I'll go see him and bring him some chicken soup to help him recover."

Sang Ling looked down, pointed at the lively old hen in her hand, and said expressionlessly, "But it's still alive."

Old hen: Cluck cluck...

Wang Ma casually pulled out a knife. "It's alright, I brought a knife. Just kill it and stew it to keep it fresh."

Sang Ling: "..."

Finally, Wang Ma carried Gege in one hand and pulled Sang Ling with the other to the hospital.

Upon entering the ward, she disregarded the other person's life or death and performed a mock killing of a chicken for Sang Ce, who was lying on the hospital bed.

The throat was slit, the blood was drained, and the hair was plucked—all done in one swift motion.

Two hours later, the clucking sound turned into a pot of delicious chicken soup.

The person drinking the soup looked a little pale.

Wang Ma sighed and said considerately, "Young Master is indeed too weak. I'll catch a few more chickens to help him recover."

Upon hearing this, Sang Ce's hand trembled.

Is it possible that he was scared by you?

Sang Ling pursed her lips and looked at the pale-faced Sang Ce, then said, "Crispy Shark..."

Sang Crispy Shark Ce looked up, staring at Sang Ling in astonishment, and opened his mouth.

"What? You want to eat shark?"

Without giving Sang Ling a chance to speak, he revealed a complicated and indescribable expression, and earnestly advised, "Youyou, I know you're craving it, but sharks aren't tasty. How about dolphins?"

Sang Ling opened her mouth and then closed it again, looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at a criminal.

I think you're very tough.

Just as the room was silent and the two were looking at each other without saying a word, someone arrived.

Upon hearing that her son was hospitalized, Sang's mother, who was passing by to visit him, completely forgot about her son the moment she saw Sang Ling upon entering the house.

“Again~”

Even in middle age, Sang's mother, still full of charm, rushed over and hugged Sang Ling, sucking and rubbing against her.

Sang's mother had been taking care of Sang Rou at the hospital for the past few days and hadn't had time to go back. She was overjoyed to see Sang Ling.

Sang Ling looked utterly dejected as she was being petted, nestled in her mother's arms and cuddled close to her.

Accompanying Sang's mother was Sang's father, a fiercely protective husband and extremely jealous man.

He stood very restrainedly behind his mother for a few minutes before separating the two, and then possessively put his arm around his young wife's waist.

Adopting the posture of an empress.

The old CEO's jealousy remains undiminished.

These past few days, Sang's mother hasn't gone home, so he's stayed by her side instead, and even cunningly lured her to a hotel for some alone time.

Sang's father tried hard to find a sense of existence, just to get his wife's attention.

However, the person he loved most pushed him away and ran into someone else's arms.

The old CEO was shocked, the old CEO was stunned, the old CEO felt extremely wronged.

With only her sweet and soft little daughter in her eyes, Sang's mother grabbed Sang Ling's hand and turned to look at Sang Ce on the bed with displeasure.

"Can't you see your sister is still standing? Get down and let Youyou lie down."

Sang Ce, who was being driven away, was stunned.

Wow, my mom is amazing!

“Mom, I’m the patient.” Sang Ce pointed to himself, reminding him with an incredulous look on his face.

Sang's mother replied perfunctorily, "Okay, I know, go down."

Sang Ce was kicked off the bed by his mother and stood by the bed looking aggrieved.

In the blink of an eye, Sang Ling was pulled to bed by her mother, who looked at her with loving eyes.

"Youyou, have you not been eating properly these past few days? You've lost weight." Sang's mother stroked Sang Ling's cheek tenderly.

Thanks to you, I haven't had to eat any radishes these past few days.

Sang Ling smiled.