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

"No, it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, Qi Yuan wouldn't hate me. He must hate me to death right now." Sang Rou burst into tears again.

The thought that her crush might hate her made Sang Rou very sad.

Sang Ling frowned. "You're the one who said you'd take me to eat Peking duck."

She only ate two bites of roast duck.

Sang Rou cried even louder.

Sang Lingchoed to death; she was so noisy and disruptive. Kids like that are just so hard to manage.

"There are plenty of fish in the sea. Goodbye to this one, the next one will be even better. You need to look forward," Sang Ling earnestly advised.

Sang Rou, heartbroken, banged her head against the wall: "I won't listen, I won't listen..."

If you don't want to listen, then don't listen.

Sang Ling completely lost her patience and turned to leave.

When she came back, she was holding a small stool and sat down next to Sang Rou, taking out her phone to play Snake.

You cry your heart out, I'll play my game—perfect.

Sang Rou cried her heart out, her eyes swollen from crying, but the people around her remained unmoved.

She was furious and angrily questioned, "I'm so heartbroken, don't you even offer any thanks?"

No one tried to comfort her.

Sang Ling put down her phone, looked at her seriously, and sighed softly, "I really want to hit you."

Sang Rou: "..."

Ruthless, you're truly ruthless.

Miss Jiaojiao has cried enough and wants to go back to heal her wounded heart.

Sang Ling also needs to go back to heal her tormented ears.

That night, Sang Ling lay on Fu Zhirang's bed, sighing repeatedly.

When Fu Zhirang returned after making the call, she let out another long sigh.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Fu Zhirang stepped forward and touched her forehead.

Sang Ling glanced at him, turned around and snuggled into his arms, sighing, "Women who have just lost love are terrifying."

Fu Zhirang embraced the person in his arms, his eyes lowered in confusion.

She really didn't understand what Sang Rou liked about Qi Yuan. Was it his fiery red hair?

She has a bad temper, is fierce, and most importantly, is extremely stingy.

Her Jiaojiao is still the best; she's gentle and virtuous, tall and handsome, and her abs are even nice to touch.

While secretly touching her abs, Sang Ling marveled at her own excellent taste.

Good deeds are indeed rewarded.

During this time, Fu Zhirang had gotten used to the little girl's occasional touching behavior, and as long as it wasn't too excessive, he would usually turn a blind eye.

After all, if you want to gain something, you have to give something in return.

Moreover, this cost is negligible to him.

The next morning, Sang Ling, feeling great after being healed by Jiao Jiao, returned to the Sang family home.

After returning home, my joy turned to elation.

Sang Ling stared blankly and with a troubled expression at Sang Rou, who was crawling in the dark hallway with disheveled hair.

She not only crawled in a twisted, dark way, but she also made eerie "hehehe" sounds.

She told her that this family had no limit to how crazy they could get.

Sang Ling asked Wang Ma, who was trembling behind her, speechless, "What has upset her this time?"

"I don't know, she was fine last night, but she transformed as soon as she woke up this morning."

At this moment, Wang Ma was weak and helpless.

Don't ask, the answer is she's afraid of cockroaches, and even more afraid of human-shaped cockroaches.

Sang Rou also saw Wang Ma, gave a sinister smile, and crawled over.

"Wang Ma, come play with us!"

"Ahhh..." Wang Ma felt a chill run down her spine, screamed, and ran away without looking back.

Having lost her target, Sang Rou's gaze fell on Sang Ling, and she continued to extend an invitation in a sinister tone, "Sister, come and play together."

Sang Ling smiled slightly.

Ten minutes later, screams erupted from the villa, each one louder than the last, heart-wrenching and agonizing.

It was accompanied every now and then by excited barks.

Sang Rou, with her hair disheveled, and Wang Ma were being chased around by a swarm of cockroaches.

Fugui wagged its tail and ran excitedly behind them, thinking they were playing with it.

Only the beauty jumped to a high place, looking down at the chaotic scene with a look of disdain and aloofness.

Sang Ling, who kept his achievements hidden, clapped his hands, got into his car, and left.

Under Sang Ling's direction, the car made several turns and finally stopped outside an old alley.

After getting off the bus, Sang Ling walked for a while through the winding alleys before finally standing in front of a dilapidated shop.

The shop entrance was dilapidated and looked like it had been in disrepair for years, and there was no sign.

She pushed open the door and entered.

The interior was old and dimly lit, with shelves hidden in shadows.

The man behind the counter wore a fitted black tuxedo, had delicate features, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

A few strands of hair fell in front of her.

It looks just like a character from a manga, a Black Butler.

Seeing someone come in, she looked up and revealed a charming smile, her delicate eyebrows curving into crescent moons.

With his right hand, gloved in white, resting on his left shoulder, he leaned slightly forward and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Welcome to our pawn shop. Are you here to pawn or redeem something?"

The handsome and elegant man was completely out of place in the drab shop.

How weird.

The man's outstanding appearance drew Sang Ling's attention a few more times.

The man's smile remained perfect, his alluring fox-like eyes fixed on Sang Ling. "Madam, how can I help you?"

“You… are quite good-looking.” Sang Ling looked at him and spoke slowly, her first words being a compliment on his good looks.

The man's smile deepened, his eyes crinkling. "Thank you for the compliment."

Sang Ling accepted the other party's thanks, and after praising them, she got down to business.

“I’m buying something,” Sang Ling said directly.

A dozen minutes later, Sang Ling angrily walked out of the shabby shop with the things she had bought.

A man's cheerful voice could be heard behind them.

"Take care, and welcome back next time."

Sang Ling pursed her lips, her face darkening with heartache as she thought about the money she had spent.

A rip-off! A profiteer! Her money!!!

Sang Ling was depressed all day because the unscrupulous merchant had ripped her off. She ate less at dinner and didn't even notice that someone was missing from the table.

Even so, she still insisted on climbing over the wall. After getting inside, she collapsed onto Fu Zhirang's bed, completely exhausted.

Even Fu Zhirang didn't go to look for him; he just lay on the bed without moving.

This is the scene that Fu Zhirang saw when he opened the door.

He walked to the bedside in a few steps.

"When did you arrive?" Fu Zhirang walked over slowly.

Receiving no response, he frowned, sat down by the bed, picked the person up, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sang Ling, who was immersed in her own world, finally moved her dull eyes and slowly raised her eyes to look at the other person.

Suddenly I felt even sadder.

"Jiaojiao, my heart is bleeding." Sang Ling's lips trembled, feeling utterly wronged.

She was ripped off by a shady businessman for 800,000 yuan!

How many wild vegetables would she have to dig up to earn that back?

No, she has to get reimbursed, she absolutely has to get reimbursed.

We can't let her suffer any more losses than anyone else.

Fu Zhirang obviously didn't hear her thoughts and subconsciously thought she was injured. His pupils contracted and he touched her chest.

Tear it hard.

Her clothes were torn, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin.

Fu Zhirang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no wound on the little girl's chest, but his body quickly stiffened again.

"Jiaojiao, why did you tear my clothes?" Sang Ling asked with a resentful look in her eyes.

Why tear my little yellow duck pajamas? Of all the clothes to tear, why tear them?