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

Five minutes later, Sang Ling sat on the sofa, and her mother sat down next to her.

From the moment she appeared, Sang's mother looked at her with teary eyes, not caring whether she was a real or fake heiress, and quietly wept while holding her hand.

"We're finally back! Mom missed you so much."

“We’ve grown up again, thinner, taller, and now we even have hair on our backs.” Mother Sang sobbed as she wiped away her tears.

Sang Ling, speechless, pulled out the rich item behind her and said, "This is a dog."

Fugui: "Woof~"

The sobbing mother paused, then took a closer look.

Hey, it really is a dog.

"Look at this, no wonder it's Youyou's dog, it's so cute." Sang's mother plucked a handful of dog hair and laughed to make amends.

How could a domineering CEO allow his young wife to touch any other male creature, not even a dog?

Sang's father came over with a stern expression, pushed aside the annoying dog, and pulled his young wife into his arms.

He had a look on his face that said, "My woman, you know?"

Fugui let out an innocent, soft "woof," then turned and buried himself in the beauty's arms for comfort.

The beauty licked her fur with an air of aloofness, exuding nobility and elegance.

Sang Ling casually looked away, then glanced at the two people opposite her and raised her chin.

"Please explain what's going on."

Sang's parents exchanged a glance and carefully explained to Sang Ling what had happened.

It is said that after Sang Ling left home, her mother was heartbroken and depressed for a long time.

Sang's father couldn't bear to see his young wife like this, so he discussed adopting a child from an orphanage to keep her company.

This child is Sang Rou.

Sang Rou was too young to remember anything at that time.

They never told Sang Rou about her background, so for more than ten years Sang Rou didn't know that she was an orphan.

The other real heiress who came to their door was named Song Chuyi.

Looking at the paternity test results in her hand, Sang Ling's expression changed slightly, and she couldn't help but give him a look that said, "Are you guys crazy?"

Sang Ling pointed to the test results and asked her mother, "Didn't you only give birth to me and Sang Ce?"

Having multiple adopted daughters is one thing, but what's with this extra biological child?

Sang's mother suddenly blushed.

"Actually, when your mother gave birth to you, she gave birth to twins."

Sang Ling & Sang Rou & Song Chuyi: ("▔□▔")

So suddenly?

Sang Ling frowned and pointed at Song Chuyi's aloof and beautiful face, saying, "But she doesn't look like me at all."

"That's how fraternal twins are," Mrs. Sang explained with a nonchalant smile.

"Then how do you explain that she doesn't look like her parents?" Sang Rou asked urgently, as if she had found something to hold against her.

"Chuyi looks like her grandmother." Sang's mother smiled.

Sang Ling & Sang Rou: "..."

Kids, does anyone understand? I've been away from home for over ten years. I thought my family members were cured, but they've become even more insane.

You rich and powerful families really know how to play the game.

Throughout the early Song Dynasty, Song Chuyi calmly drank tea, remaining neither arrogant nor impatient.

This contrasts sharply with the anxious and restless Sang Rou.

The farce temporarily ended under the cover of night, and Sang Ling returned to the room that her mother had specially prepared for her.

It's also the room with the best location in the entire villa.

After washing up, Sang Ling went straight to sleep, and even if the plot went wrong, it wouldn't affect her sleep.

The one who broke down the most tonight was Sang Rou. She broke down so badly that she screamed in silence in her room and crawled around in the shadows.

Sang Lingmei slept soundly, and before falling asleep, she was still thinking about how to catch Fu Jiaojiao who had run away the next day.

In the distance, Fu Jiaojiao, who was engrossed in her work, suddenly felt a tickle in her ear.

He paused, his hand still flipping through the documents, and looked up, frowning.

Thinking of something, she asked Zhou Bei, who was standing next to her, with concern, "Did you deliver the food on time?"

The inexplicable question startled Zhou Bei, and it took him a while to realize what the other person was asking.

"Yes, Mr. Fu, the cabin has three meals a day delivered by a dedicated person."

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhirang relaxed his brows, but then frowned again when he saw the pile of documents waiting to be processed on the table.

His hands moved a little faster.

Sang Ling woke up early in the morning full of energy.

She was about to take her beautiful daughter and her rich family downstairs for dinner when she opened the door to find the classic scene of the fake heiress bullying the real heiress.

Starting the scene early in the morning, are they really that dedicated?

"Let me tell you, even if you come back, Mom and Dad will only ever love me the most." Sang Rou stood in front of Song Chuyi, arrogantly uttering these harsh words.

Because he was shorter, he had to look up at her when he made those harsh remarks.

Song Chuyi looked down at Sang Rou, a cold smile playing on her lips, her words carrying a deeper meaning, "Do they really like you the most?"

"What do you mean?" Sang Rou's expression changed, and she glared at her like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"They like you so much, why are you in such a hurry?" Song Chu raised an eyebrow and said slowly.

“I didn’t,” Sang Rou retorted urgently.

"You're in a hurry."

"I don't!"

"You're in a hurry."

"I didn't...!"

Sang Rou was the first to have a mental breakdown, grabbing her hair and screaming wildly before falling to the ground.

When she looked up again, it was Xiaobaihua with teary eyes. She looked behind Song Chuyi and said sobbingly, "Mom, it's not my sister's fault. I fell down by accident."

"My sister definitely didn't push me out of jealousy."

Sang Rou's clumsy scheme made Song Chuyi stiffen. Turning around, she saw Sang's mother standing at the top of the stairs. She pursed her lips and remained silent.

Sang's mother walked over gently and helped Sang Rou up from the ground, her eyes full of heartache.

“Good child, it’s really not your sister’s fault. I saw with my own eyes that you fell down by yourself.”

Sang Rou's secretly pleased smile froze, and she looked up in surprise.

I saw the bright and kind eyes of the mother.

What?! Mom, are you not blind?!