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

A dozen minutes later, after a “friendly” conversation, Sang Ling and Song Chuyi left looking refreshed.

It's true that taking revenge on scumbags can be good for your mental and physical health.

When she arrived at the entrance of Nightfall, she saw that the torrential rain outside had turned into a light drizzle, and she knew that Sang Ce had found Bai Xiaoxiao.

"How did you know they were in that room?" Song Chuyi asked, looking at the girl in front of her.

The little girl glanced back at her and lazily replied, "I guessed."

Song Chuyi: "..."

Okay, she's lying to herself; she just happened to remember a little bit of the plot.

Although her brother is stupid, a jerk, and a fragile scumbag, she can fight back but won't let others scheme against her.

When Sang Ling refused to talk about it, Song Chuyi didn't press her. She glanced at the sky and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. "Let's go back."

Sang Ling didn't follow her. Her eyes were fixed on a certain direction where a car was parked, its black body seemingly blending into the night.

The car door opened, and long legs encased in suit trousers stepped out slowly and deliberately.

A tall, perfectly proportioned man walked slowly towards them, holding a black umbrella. The lowered brim of the umbrella obscured half of his face, revealing only a section of his fair and delicate chin.

I walked slowly closer, step by step, through the fine raindrops.

The face hidden under the umbrella slowly emerged, a face that could be described as Nuwa's graduation design.

Her deep-set features were exquisite and beautiful, every detail perfectly proportioned, exuding a cool and aloof yet noble and restrained aura.

Upon seeing the man's face, Song Chuyi was filled with amazement.

The next second, when he saw Sang Ling rush into someone's arms, his eyes were filled with terror.

Wait a minute, what are you doing? You can't just pounce on someone because they're pretty.

Sang Ling hugged the person who came in, her face beaming with smiles, "Jiaojiao~"

Fu Zhirang stopped, caught the little girl who rushed towards him, put his arm around her waist with one hand, and tilted the umbrella in his hand towards her with the other.

"How did you get here?" Sang Ling snuggled into his arms with satisfaction.

They ran into Jiaojiao while out for a walk late at night; what a coincidence!

Fu Zhirang looked at her with a deep gaze, his eyes flickering, and his voice was cold and clear, "Just passing by."

If Zhou Bei, who was sitting in the car waiting for them, heard this, he would complain for a long time.

What do you mean by "just passing by"? I clearly heard that Miss Sang had come to Nightfall, and I was about to go home, but I had to turn back and pretend to just pass by.

"Oh," Sang Ling responded cheerfully, her voice tinged with pleasure.

"Go home?" Fu Zhirang asked softly.

“Yes.” Sang Ling nodded readily.

They had both taken a few steps when a resentful voice came from behind them.

“Sang Ling.” Song Chuyi stood still, looking at her quietly.

Sang Ling then remembered there was still someone there, turned around and waved to her, "You can go back first, don't wait for me."

Song Chuyi was used and then discarded.

She didn't expect that the young girl wasn't acting impulsively because she was attracted to his good looks, but rather that she had gotten to know him.

Song Chuyi, still worried, drove to follow the Cayenne in front.

He took out his phone and dialed a number while driving, his voice cold and stern.

"Check the car in front."

Song Chuyi followed Sang Ling and the others to the gate of the Sang family at a leisurely pace.

Looking on in astonishment, Sang Ling watched as the car in front of her stopped in front of the neighboring house. The car door opened, and Sang Ling was escorted by the man into the neighboring villa.

Song Chuyi peeked out in disbelief and looked at the two villas again and again, confirming their presence repeatedly.

Even after confirming it was indeed the Sang family, he was still completely bewildered.

There was a knock on the car window. Wang Ma's face was almost pressed against the window, expressionless, and she was shining a flashlight around in her hand.

Honestly, if Song Chuyi hadn't had such a strong mental fortitude, she probably would have screamed out loud.

This was the first time Sang Ling had entered the villa at night without climbing over the wall.

When Fu Zhirang led Sang Ling inside, Uncle Zhang was extremely excited to see her.

It wasn't easy; I finally saw Miss Sang in person at night.

Tomorrow morning, Miss Sang will finally not appear out of thin air.

Sang Ling got caught in the rain on her way to find Sang Ce, and her clothes were a little wet. Fu Zhirang told her to take a shower and change her clothes first.

Fu Zhirang opened the walk-in closet in his room. On one side of the closet were his dark-colored clothes, and on the other side were light-colored women's dresses.

They even have everything from bags and shoes to socks and accessories.

It seemed like it had been planned all along.

Fu Zhirang took a set of pajamas to the little girl and gently knocked on the bathroom door.

The bathroom door opened a crack, and a snow-white arm, still damp with water droplets, reached out and handed over the clothes.

As the little girl took the clothes, her fingertips inadvertently brushed against his palm, causing a slight tickle.

The door closed, and Fu Zhirang stood there, looking down at his palm.

Stray hairs fell across his forehead, obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, and blurring his expression.

Her thin, crimson lips were slightly pursed.

Sang Ling felt refreshed and in a great mood after taking a hot shower. When she came out and saw Fu Jiaojiao sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes lit up.

She pounced on him like a cannonball, knocked him down on the bed, and quickly gave him a quick kiss on the face before he could react.

She was beaming with pride after successfully stealing a kiss from him.

The man being kissed trembled his raven-white eyelashes, his deep gaze lightly sweeping over the girl's luscious lips before quickly moving away.

He wrapped his strong arms around the small girl's waist as she straddled his waist, and slowly sat up, supporting himself on the bed with one hand.

With a calm expression, he picked up the person in his arms and placed them on the bed, saying in a cool and aloof tone, "Play by yourself for a while."

Then he calmly went into the bathroom.

Fu Zhirang, who had locked himself in the bathroom, propped his hands on the sink, looked up at himself in the mirror, and his long, captivating phoenix eyes were filled with turbulent emotions.

Her beautiful lips were pressed into a thin line, and she remained silent for a long time before turning around and walking into the shower room.

When he finished washing up and came out, the little girl was already asleep in bed, clutching her blanket.

She even domineeringly occupies the middle position, just like her personality.

Fu Zhirang helplessly huddled in the small area by the bed, unable to pull the blanket out of her arms, and had no choice but to give up.

He carefully moved forward a little, then stretched out his long arm and pulled the person and the blanket into his arms.

A dreamless night.

The next morning, when Sang Ling returned home, she heard Wang Ma gossiping about the family.

"Miss, you don't know, when the young master carried the young mistress back last night, there was so much blood on him, it was like a river of blood. I had to mop the floor all morning to get it clean."

"Miss, you don't know, the young mistress seemed to be frightened last night and has been unconscious. The young master was so angry that he hit Dr. Jiang several times."

"He grabbed Dr. Jiang and threatened her, saying, 'If anything happens to her, I'll make you pay with your life.'"

Wang Ma gave a vivid and engaging speech, her emotions and expressions flowing freely.

Sang Ling: "..."

One can imagine how crazy the Sang family was last night.