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

When Zhou Bei saw Fu Zhirang, he was so excited that he wanted to cry.

For a month, their precious CEO was wandering around outside. They didn't know if he was doing well.

As Zhou Bei thought about it, her gaze fell on Fu Zhirang's coarse linen shirt and the tools in his hands, and she covered her mouth and burst into tears.

It's terrible, their CEO Fu is really in such a sorry state, he cried so much.

“President Fu, I’ve finally found you.” Zhou Bei stepped forward.

The man who had been quietly watching him suddenly frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing across his handsome face, and his voice was low and slightly cold, "Feet."

Huh? What foot?

Zhou Bei's face was filled with emotion but also a blank expression.

Fu Zhirang frowned even more deeply and said coldly, "You stepped on my seedlings."

Zhou Bei looked down and saw that his right foot had stepped into the vegetable patch, right under a seedling.

Zhou Bei withdrew his foot, looking bewildered.

She watched helplessly as the tall, handsome man knelt down in front of her, trying his best to help Cai Miaomiao up.

But the seedlings died so badly that they couldn't be saved.

Instantly, the pressure around the man dropped even further, making Zhou Bei feel extremely guilty.

"Or should I buy another seedling?" Zhou Bei felt the coldness emanating from the other person and shuddered, speaking cautiously.

"No need, you can leave." Fu Zhirang gave him a cold look and dismissed him.

Zhou Bei was taken aback.

"Mr. Fu, aren't you coming back with me?"

What, you've fallen in love with the feeling of being a wanderer?

Fu Zhirang gazed at the distant sunset without answering. After a long while, he turned around and said in a calm tone, "You go first, come back tomorrow."

The little girl should be back soon.

Zhou Bei was inexplicably kicked out, arriving with excitement and leaving with a bewildered head.

He hadn't gone far when he heard a sweet, charming voice calling out from afar.

"Jiaojiao."

He turned around blankly and saw a little girl carrying a small basket running towards their CEO, with a dog running ahead of her, and a cat perched on the dog's back.

The little girl rushed into his arms like a cannonball and hugged him tightly.

Zhou Bei's eyes widened in shock.

Sang Ling, who hadn't seen Jiao Jiao all afternoon, cuddled and snuggled against her, while Fu Gui circled around them, wagging its tail rapidly.

Sang Ling was pushed away after only a couple of attempts.

When I looked up, I saw that beautiful, alluring yet cold face.

Sang Ling didn't mind and happily told him, "Jiaojiao, we're having meat tonight."

Fu Zhirang glanced at the meat in the little girl's basket, then casually took it and carried it on his shoulder.

Sang Ling carried a basket that fit perfectly on his back, yet it looked exceptionally small on his back.

The man was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Even in coarse linen clothes, his noble and elegant demeanor could not be concealed.

Sang Ling looked him over from left to right, extremely satisfied, and rubbed her hands together to take his hand.

"Jiaojiao, may I hold your hand?" Sang Ling looked up and asked with her big, blinking eyes.

Fu Zhirang looked down at her intently and refused in a cold voice, "No."

"Oh," Sang Ling replied casually, then took his hand.

The main theme is doing things my own way.

Jiaojiao's hands are so beautiful.

Sang Ling patted the mud off Fu Zhirang's hands, touching and kneading them here and there.

Fu Zhirang looked at her silently, his deep eyes revealing unfathomable emotions.

Just when Zhou Bei thought Fu Zhirang would ruthlessly shake off Sang Ling's hand and scold her, he said nothing and led the clingy little girl back to the cabin.

Zhou Bei was shocked.

Wait a minute, isn't something wrong with this development?

That evening, Fu Zhirang used the ingredients Sang Ling had brought back to cook a large feast. Not only did Sang Ling's eyes light up, but Fu Gui'er couldn't help but drool.

The beautiful woman was already waiting at the kitchen door with her food bowl in her mouth, watching her male mother wag her tail like a propeller.

The three little ones were very satisfied with their meal.

They patted their round bellies and sprawled out on the sofa wall, looking utterly useless.

When Fu Zhirang finished cleaning up the kitchen and came out, he found the little girl asleep on the sofa with the cats and dogs.

Fu Zhirang stood in front of the sofa, staring at Sang Ling, who was buried in the fluffy fur, for a while. Then he bent down and gently carried her back to the room.

He placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and stared at her for a long time before turning to leave.

Fu Zhirang had actually started to regain his memory half a month ago.

As for why he didn't leave immediately...

It might be because he had never seen anyone so brazenly taking advantage of him and being so clingy.

The girl probably really liked his face, because she never hid her covetousness towards him.

His eyes always sparkle.

Her affection for him was direct, passionate, and superficial.

She probably didn't realize that her feelings for him were written all over her face.

After taking a shower, Fu Zhirang casually dried his wet hair as he passed by Sang Ling's room and heard some noise.

When I opened the door, I saw that the little girl had woken up sometime earlier and was sitting on the bed rubbing her eyes.

Fu Zhirang paused for a moment, then walked over and turned on the light.

The lights were a bit too bright, and Sang Ling subconsciously looked up and squinted at the doorway.

The man, who had just finished showering, still carried a faint scent of dampness on his body. His hair was wet, and his loose-fitting clothes were open, revealing his fair and delicate collarbone.

Seeing this only made Sang Ling's already confused mind even more confused.

"Awake?" Fu Zhirang's cool and aloof voice was strangely alluring in the darkness.

Sang Ling hesitated for a moment, then raised her hands and unconsciously whined in a soft, coquettish voice, "Jiaojiao, hug me~"

Fu Zhirang paused slightly, his eyes deep as he looked at the girl who was acting coquettishly towards him, his thin lips pursed.

He remained motionless, and Sang Ling was about to take the initiative to hug him.

He moved.

Fu Zhirang sat down on the edge of the bed, his long, slender hand holding the other woman's waist. Her slender waist was so delicate that it could be easily grasped, and with a gentle lift, he made her straddle his lap.

As soon as he sat down, the little girl clung to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and nuzzling against his neck.

Like a small animal, it let out a satisfied sigh.

Fu Zhirang didn't push her away. Instead, he held her slender waist with one hand and gently stroked the back of her neck with the other.

He struck again and again, his expression unreadable.

He held the little girl's petite body in his arms, her slender waist looking as if he could break it with the slightest force.

Petite and soft.

Fu Zhirang lowered his eyes and gently stroked the soft flesh of Sang Ling's waist.

He slowly opened his lips, and his clear, cool voice took on a hint of warmth.

"I'll be leaving for a while tomorrow; I have some things to take care of."

"You stay home and wait for me to pick you up."

Sang Ling stirred in his arms, hummed softly, and then nestled on his shoulder, falling into a deeper sleep.

Sang Ling only knew that she slept soundly in her dream that night, holding Jiao Jiao.

When she woke up, she found that her beloved Jiao was gone.

She searched the cabin and under the bed but couldn't find it.

After a morning had passed, she finally accepted the fact that her beloved Jiaojiao had run away.

Sang Ling was angry, but also calm.

It doesn't matter if the person escapes; we can just catch them again. At worst, we can break their legs and lock them up.

Sang Ling immediately packed her things and prepared to go down the mountain to catch Jiao.

Sang Ling thought about it again, then dug up two bags of local specialties and took Mei Renfugui back to the Sang family.

Since she was going down the mountain anyway, and hadn't been back for over a decade, she figured she might as well go back and see if her family members had recovered.

So when Sang Ling stood in front of the Sang family's gate, she had a bag of radishes in her left hand, a bag of potatoes in her right hand, and two chubby babies on her back.

The chubby baby is no ordinary baby; it is a beauty and a symbol of wealth.

Big cities are different from the mountains; pets have to be leashed when they go out, but she didn't have any leashes, so she had to carry them on her back.

Sang Ling was led inside, and before she even entered the house, she could hear arguing coming from inside.

"Impossible, how could she be Mom and Dad's daughter? You're lying to me."

"Rou Rou, don't get excited. She really is her parents' daughter."

"How could this be? She's Mom and Dad's daughter, but what about me? Who am I?" Sang Rou refused to accept this fact and cried out loudly.

At this moment, the real heiress stepped forward and said sarcastically, "Of course you're fake, I'm the real heiress."

Sang Rou's face was pale, and she cried herself into tears.

Mouthing in his mouth.

"No, it can't be, this isn't real, it's not real."

"Mom, tell me, what is real?!"

“Rou Rou…” Sang’s mother looked at the distraught Sang Rou with heartache, torn between two options.

At this moment, Sang Ling walked in carrying her two children, breaking the chaotic family reunion scene, and asked expressionlessly.

"If you're the real or fake heiresses, then who am I?"