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

"I heard you were so frightened that you were delirious and talking nonsense. What nonsense were you talking about?" Jiang Xu asked very seriously.

Sang Ling thought for a moment and replied casually, "I didn't say anything, I just asked if I could kill him."

Jiang Xu scribbled his pen across the paper, then looked up in shock.

Then he gasped.

You're not just frightened, you have a deep-seated hatred for someone.

After a conversation lasting more than ten minutes, Sang Ling walked out looking refreshed, while Jiang Xu drifted out completely bewildered.

He was certain that Sang Ling was not frightened and was in a very good mood.

Perhaps she just said that casually?

Jiang Xu couldn't figure it out, but he felt that something was wrong. He looked at the conversation between the two in the consultation record over and over again, but he still couldn't figure it out.

After Sang Ling left, the policewoman asked her to sit down in the rest area, saying that her family would come to pick her up later.

Sang Ling thought they had contacted Sang Ce, but instead, she was met by Fu Jiaojiao, who looked travel-worn and had a cold demeanor.

Upon seeing Fu Zhirang, his first reaction was to turn to look at Jiang Xu, who was pretending to be dead, and glare at him fiercely.

As soon as Fu Zhirang entered, he saw the little girl sitting alone on the bench, looking both well-behaved and pitiful.

With a cold face, he strode over, stood in front of her, looked down at her, and didn't say a word.

Sang Ling wasn't feeling guilty; she just felt a little ashamed to be sitting there as a hostage.

As powerful as she is, how could she let Jiao Jiao see her so weak?

"You said you'd go out for a stroll." Fu Zhirang pursed his lips, staring intently at her, his deep, clear voice carrying a hint of danger.

"Yeah, I just went out for a stroll."

"You'll be taken hostage by thugs just by strolling around?" Fu Zhirang's voice rose a few decibels, filled with anger and gritted teeth.

Sang Ling glanced at him and said softly, "It's not impossible."

Fu Zhirang was so angry at her nonchalant attitude that he laughed.

His smile was particularly cold.

Both Zhou Bei, who had followed them out of the cold, and Jiang Xu, who had been pretending to be dead, shivered involuntarily.

Fu Zhirang chuckled and turned to enter the bureau chief's office.

Only after his figure disappeared did Sang Ling glare fiercely at Jiang Xu.

Look at the mess you've made! Don't you know Fu Jiaojiao is the hardest to appease?

Jiang Xu continued to play dead, while Zhou Bei stepped forward and spoke to Fu Zhirang in a gentle and kind manner.

“Miss Sang, please don’t misunderstand. Actually, Mr. Fu cares about you a lot. He rushed over as soon as he received the news, and even ran a few red lights along the way.”

Yes, don't be fooled by Fu Zhirang's cool and composed demeanor. Only Zhou Bei, who came with him, knows how panicked he was when he learned that Sang Ling had been taken hostage by thugs.

Even someone as calm and composed as him would show such an expression.

Sang Ling merely glanced at him indifferently.

Do you think I'm upset that he doesn't care about me? No, I'm just upset that my image as a wise and powerful person in Jiaojiao's heart has been shattered, and I don't know how to coax him.

Why is raising a man so troublesome? It's much better to raise cats and dogs; a bone is enough to appease them.

Sang Ling stood outside looking worried for more than ten minutes before Fu Zhirang finally came out.

His expression was aloof and unreadable. He strode over, glancing indifferently at Sang Ling as he passed by, before continuing toward the door.

Upon reaching the door and seeing the person on the chair motionless, she turned back with a chilling tone, her lips pursed.

"Still not keeping up."

Sang Ling's eyes lit up, and she got up to catch up.

She thought that his initiative to talk to her meant that he had calmed down, so after getting into the car, she leaned over and asked for a hug.

The other person pushed her back with one hand and said coldly, "Sit still."

Damn it, I'm still angry.

Sang Ling sat back down, staring resentfully at the man on the other side. No matter how intense her gaze was, he remained unmoved, crossing his arms and closing his eyes as if dozing off.

After things quieted down, the atmosphere inside the car became strange.

They arrived at the villa in silence.

Sang Ling got out of the car angrily and walked towards the Sang family's house next door. She felt like she had forgotten something, and it was only when she got home and saw the beautiful and wealthy people who came out to greet her that she remembered.

Oh no, the necklace she chose is still in the sack.

Sang Ling knelt down guiltily and gently rubbed the beauty's face, saying softly, "I'm sorry, I lost your birthday present. I can only make it up to you in a few days."

"Meow~" The beauty lowered her noble head and affectionately rubbed against Sang Ling's palm, as if comforting her in a soft and coquettish voice.

Sang Ling rubbed the beautiful dog's fluffy head, picked it up, and took the silly dog ​​home.

Sang Ling left gracefully, leaving Zhou Bei trembling with fear.

Fortunately, Fu Zhirang only stared at Sang Ling's departing figure for a while before calmly entering the villa.

At night, there are stars.

Fu Zhirang sat down at his desk, took out a USB drive, and opened the video stored inside.

This is what he brought back from the police station. There are two videos on the USB drive: one is a video of the police making their final arrest of the criminal.

One is the surveillance video of the interrogation of the prisoner.

First, I looked at the arrest record and saw the little girl's figure in it; the image was somewhat blurry because she was running.

Fu Zhirang stared at the video twice with an inscrutable expression, then turned on the surveillance footage.

As they said, the prisoners were extremely arrogant and fearless.

No matter how the interrogator asked the questions, the other party refused to cooperate, only laughing loudly and saying things that seemed plausible but were actually nonsensical.

Seeing the sinister smile on the man's face, Fu Zhirang's expression gradually darkened, his gaze becoming cold and gloomy.

He leaned back in his chair with a languid and carefree posture, appearing nonchalant, but his gaze on the man in the video was actually gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

His gaze lingered on the black gloves placed on the table in the video.

I picked up my phone and made a call.

It was late at night when Fu Zhirang finished his work. He rubbed his tired eyes and returned to the bedroom. He saw the empty bed and stood there for a few seconds in a daze.

He subconsciously looked around the room, and after confirming that the girl hadn't come, he stared silently at the meticulously made bed.

If Sang Ling were here, the bed would probably be a complete mess by now.

That's why this cold, impersonal room seems more vibrant.

Fu Zhirang remained silent for a moment, then turned and walked outside.

Arriving at the spot where the little girl usually climbed over the wall, I was slightly taken aback when I saw the person fast asleep on the wall.

He thought she hadn't come over.

“Again.” Fu Zhirang took two steps forward to the corner of the wall, looked up and gazed at the sleeping face on the wall.

The soft moonlight fell on his face, and his cool and aloof eyes held a gentle look, like a fairy in the moon.

He called out once but couldn't wake her, so Fu Zhirang called out again.

Sang Ling finally woke up from her dream, and opened her eyes groggily. At first, she saw nothing but darkness, but when she looked down, she saw Fu Jiaojiao's beautiful face.

The two looked at each other.

"What are you doing lying here? Why don't you go inside?" Fu Zhirang asked softly.

Sang Ling sat up abruptly and said in a serious tone, "I'm thinking."

Fu Zhirang remained silent.

Thinking while hanging on the wall in the middle of the night?