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

Fu Zhirang stiffly released his grip, shifting his gaze from the snow-white dress, and strode towards the dressing room. "I'll get you another set."

Sang Ling changed into her new pajamas, but she was still not satisfied no matter how she looked at them.

Reluctant to part with the little yellow duck, she stuffed her torn pajamas into Fu Zhirang's hands and demanded, "Mending it is."

Fu Zhirang: "..."

So, in the darkness of night, Sang Ling lay crookedly on the bed, her head resting on Fu Zhirang's lap, sleeping soundly.

Fu Zhirang sat on the edge of the bed, holding pajamas in one hand and needle and thread in the other, carefully mending and sewing, and occasionally patting and coaxing the restless little girl.

The warm light shone on them, bathing them in a soft glow.

After a good meal and a good night's sleep, Sang Ling's broken heart was somewhat healed after she secretly kissed Jiao Jiao in the morning.

With cheerful steps, I returned home, completely satisfied.

However, upon arriving at the entrance, they found the villa's doors and windows tightly closed, with only a small door open. Upon closer inspection, they could smell a strange odor.

She frowned, covered her mouth and nose, and quietly peeked inside from the doorway.

Let her see which brilliant idiot is poisoning people in broad daylight.

After searching for a long time, they couldn't find the person who poisoned the poisoner, but they did find one person who was poisoned.

Sang Ling dragged Sang Ce, who was lying half-dead at the door, out. He saw that Sang Ce's eyes were closed and his face was pale, looking as if he had been poisoned to death peacefully.

One can't help but marvel at how cunning this villain was, managing to poison the male protagonist.

He must be a truly unfathomable villain.

Despite the感慨 (feelings of deep emotion), people can still be saved.

Sang Ling ran to the garden, fetched a basin of cold water, and splashed it all over Sang Ce's peaceful face.

The person who was in a coma miraculously opened his eyes, and his first reaction upon seeing Sang Ling was...

"It's poisonous again, run!"

Sang Ling opened her mouth as if to say something, but the door behind her suddenly opened, and a figure with a blue face and fangs walked out of the dim shadows. It was vaguely visible that he was holding a murder weapon.

Sang Ce's eyes widened in fury. He sat up abruptly, grabbed Sang Ling's hand, and shouted, "Youyou, run! Don't worry about me!"

Sang Ling looked at him quietly without moving.

You should let go of my hand first.

The man with a blue face and fangs walked out of the villa, removed his gas mask, and revealed his true face.

"Young Master, Miss, you're back?" Wang Ma, fully armed and carrying a gas mask, approached the two.

Upon seeing Wang Ma, Sang Ce froze, pointing a trembling finger at her, "Wang Ma? You, you, you..."

After struggling for a while, you finally fainted again.

"What did the young master say?" Wang Ma, who was hard of hearing, asked in confusion because she hadn't heard clearly.

“He said you’re ruthless,” Sang Ling translated expressionlessly.

"What? Young Master is going to give me a raise again?" Wang Ma's eyes lit up with surprise and delight.

"I can't accept this," Wang Ma said shyly, fidgeting a few times.

Sang Ling: "..."

She glanced at the insecticide in Wang Ma's hand, frowned, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"To kill insects."

After yesterday's chaos, Wang Ma said she decided to give the house a thorough cleaning.

Anyway, in this house, if she's there, there are no cockroaches; if there are cockroaches, there are no cockroaches.

She and the cockroach had to die, but she didn't want to die, so she chose to kill the cockroach.

Because Sang Rou had packed her things and returned to school early after being frightened yesterday, she got up early this morning and took advantage of the fact that no one was home to quickly carry out her pest control plan.

She didn't expect Sang Ce, who was on a business trip, to come back early.

She was so weak that she was knocked unconscious by insecticide as soon as she entered the door.

Wang Ma sounded very aggrieved, and Jiang Xu's forehead throbbed as he listened.

Is it possible that it's not that he's physically weak, but that you sprayed too much insecticide?

Sang Ce was slightly poisoned. Jiang Xu injected him with an antidote and gave him an IV drip before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, I almost lost a part-time job.

Luckily, he ran fast.

Slow down a bit, and the poison will neutralize itself.

Jiang Xu left satisfied with having kept his job, but he still had to rush off to do his next part-time job.

As I reached the door, I suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"Have you finished your medicine? This is the new medicine I prescribed for him. Two pills a day. Remember to make sure he takes it."

Jiang Xu handed a bottle of medicine to Sang Ling, gave her a few hurried instructions, and left.

Sang Ling glanced at the white medicine bottle in her hand, put it away, and turned to go back to her room.

Back in her room, Sang Ling took out a bunch of strange parts and started piecing them together.

The wealthy and beautiful women, who had narrowly escaped death, quietly stayed by her side.

After an unknown amount of time, Sang Ling finally put down her tools and frowned as she looked at the small, broken ball in front of her.

Forget it, let's make do with it.

I looked up at the sky; it seemed to be noon already.

Remembering Jiang Xu's words, he put the little broken ball and the medicine bottle in his pocket and slowly left the Sang family.

Once she was out the door, she realized that she didn't seem to know where Fu Zhirang worked.

But Sang Ling remained calm.

She took out her phone and tapped it twice, and a location display appeared on the screen.

Fu Zhirang, however, did not see the red light flash briefly on the black hair tie hidden under his sleeve.

After locating Jiao Jiao's position, Sang Ling took a taxi directly to the Fu Group.

Looking at the tall buildings in front of me, I walked in without hesitation.

The receptionist smiled and asked when she saw someone arrive, "Hello, how can I help you?"

“I’m looking for Fu Jiaojiao,” Sang Ling said.

The young woman, who had never heard of the name before, paused for a moment, then politely inquired, "Excuse me, which department does she work for?"

"I don't know." Sang Ling shook her head.

"Do you know which floor she's on?" the young woman asked patiently.

"I know this, the 39th floor." The location shows that it is on the 39th floor.

Upon hearing this, the young lady was confused again. Does the president's office have an assistant named Fu Jiaojiao?

"Excuse me, miss, you can't go up to the 39th floor without an appointment. You can call her to confirm with us." The young lady replied politely and professionally.

This time, Sang Ling was stunned.

It seems she doesn't have Jiaojiao's phone number yet.

Sang Lingchou frowned. How could she deliver the medicine to Jiaojiao if she didn't go upstairs?

As Sang Ling frowned, two people walked up behind her. The woman in the lead had exquisite and heavy makeup and wore a red suit dress, as fiery as flames.

Wearing sunglasses, he stood next to Sang Ling, arms crossed, looking her over with an arrogant air.

Her red lips curled slightly, a gesture that seemed both disdainful and sarcastic.

The young man behind her stepped forward, handed over a business card, and said to the receptionist.

"Hello, this is Director Qin from our Qin Group. He made an appointment with Assistant Zhou before coming here today."

The young woman took the business card, smiled politely, and said, "Okay, please wait a moment."

After confirming that there was indeed a reservation, the young lady smiled sweetly and said, "This way, please."

Before leaving, Qin Lanzhi raised her chin and gave Sang Ling a meaningful look, a mocking sneer playing on her lips.

"President Fu is too lenient with you. Women like you who are only interested in climbing the social ladder and using their scheming should be kicked out immediately. Don't let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry in."

Qin Lanzhi acted like the mistress of the house, not only belittling Sang Ling, but also implying that the receptionist was tactless.

The young woman's smile remained unchanged, but it had become more distant.