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

Is her eye broken? Why does she see her younger brother with such a lovesick expression?

Fu Zhiwei stood there blankly, rubbing her eyes with self-doubt.

Take a closer look.

Hey, she's not only in love but also quite virtuous.

Look how skillfully the pot is being tossed around.

Fu Zhirang followed Fu Zhiwei's steps to cook a pot of spicy crayfish, and after it was cooked, he tasted one himself.

Satisfied that it tasted better than the one from last night, she took off her apron and pushed the crayfish toward Fu Zhiwei.

"You guys eat, I'm going to the company first."

Fu Zhiwei stared blankly at Fu Zhirang's dashing departing figure for a while before turning her head to look at Qi Yuan, who was secretly eating.

"Is your uncle dating someone?" She herself was not confident when she asked this question.

Qi Yuan was so frightened that he choked and coughed, tears streaming down his face.

He dared not speak; he simply dared not speak.

What could he possibly say? Was he suggesting that his uncle was hiding a woman at home? And that woman might even be a pervert?

Which one wouldn't be a showstopper? There's simply no way to describe it.

Sang Family Villa.

Song Chuyi, who rarely gets a day off, was about to sleep in when she suddenly heard chanting in her ears. She thought she was dreaming of the Buddha.

She turned around very devoutly, politely declined his recitation of Buddhist scriptures, and buried her head to continue sleeping.

However, the chanting in my ears not only didn't disappear, but it also grew louder.

The noise kept her from sleeping at all.

I got up in a huff, opened the window and looked down, and saw a familiar figure in the vegetable garden.

Song Chuyi, brimming with morning grumpiness and murderous intent, stormed into the small vegetable garden.

Say to the person squatting on the ground, "What are you doing?"

Sang Ling looked up, her fair and soft face seemingly glowing in the sunlight, and said in a serious tone, "Shh, keep your voice down, don't disturb Little Cabbage's listening to the song."

"Why did you play a song for Little Cabbage?" Song Chuyi asked through gritted teeth, suppressing her temper.

"I heard that playing soothing music for them helps them grow better."

"So, you played the Great Compassion Mantra?"

Song Chuyi looked at the little girl speechlessly. She was speechless, but she still wanted to complain.

“Hmm~” Sang Ling nodded matter-of-factly, “Listening to the Great Compassion Mantra not only helps them grow better and faster, but also cultivates their righteous energy, which can strengthen their bodies when eaten.”

"Who told you that?" Song Chuyi's lips twitched slightly, instinctively feeling that the little girl had been deceived.

Sang Ling looked up and answered earnestly, "Buddha."

Upon hearing this, Song Chuyi's first reaction was to sneer and complain that it was utterly absurd.

then……

"Give me a couple of bites when the time comes."

"Good~"

Then, the Great Compassion Mantra, full of Buddhist power, lingered around the Sang family villa for a whole morning, even affecting Uncle Zhang next door.

He glanced at the neighbor's room more than once, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

When the young master comes back in the evening, he must tell him that a religious ceremony is being held next door, and that he should remember to take a detour when going out and returning home.

Song Chuyi spent the morning listening to Buddhist chants in the backyard with Sang Ling. Fortunately, she had Fugui and Meiren with her.

Living with a cat in one hand and a dog in the other couldn't be happier.

However, happiness is always shattered.

"Oh no, oh no! The young mistress has been taken to the hospital by the young master to have her blood drawn. I heard they're going to draw 500 jin (250 kg)!" Wang Ma suddenly rushed over and shouted.

Sang Ling and Song Chuyi both fell silent.

That's ridiculously crazy. She doesn't even weigh 500 pounds!

Although it's outrageous, it's something that someone who writes insane and abusive stories would do.

A loud bang came from the sky, and Sang Ling knew that what Wang Ma said was true.

"What happened?" Sang Ling asked with a serious expression.

Song Chuyi looked at her in surprise. "No, you actually believed that?"

"I heard that the young master and young mistress were in a car accident. The white moonlight who was in the car with them was seriously injured while protecting the young master and needs a blood transfusion for emergency treatment."

"The hospital's blood bank just ran out of blood, so they had to draw the young mistress's blood. Now she's lying on the operating table, almost dying from the blood loss," Wang Ma explained the whole story clearly.

Sang Ling was smeared with melodramatic clichés. Very well, the plot is here again.

Song Chuyi was also stunned, and couldn't help but complain, "No way, is he sick? Doesn't his wife's life matter?"

She cursed and swore at the scumbag CEO, then, as if remembering something, looked at Wang Ma with a puzzled expression.

"You didn't go out, did you? How do you know all this?"

Wang Ma said proudly, "There's nothing in the entire Beijing social circle that I can't find out about."

Who is she? She is Wang Ma.

Although she knew that the female lead wouldn't die even if 500 pounds of blood were drawn, Sang Ling still rushed to the hospital.

When she and Song Chuyi rushed to the hospital, the operating room lights were already on, and Sang Ling kicked the door open.

The doctor, with ill intentions, walked step by step toward Bai Xiaoxiao, who was pale and helpless on the operating table, holding an oversized syringe, while saying something.

"Don't blame me, it was all Mr. Sang who made me do this."

Seeing Bai Xiaoxiao's despairing eyes, he sneered and stepped forward to draw her blood.

However, a loud noise came from behind him, and before he could turn around, he was knocked unconscious by a blow.

The doctor fainted, revealing a petite figure behind him.

Sang Ling stared at the doctor on the ground with a sinister look in her eyes. Daring to touch her little cabbage, he deserved to die.

"Again?" Bai Xiaoxiao lay on the operating table, her eyes filled with tears.

Bai Xiaoxiao's voice brought Sang Ling back to her senses. She took two steps forward and grasped her hand. "I'm sorry I'm late."

Upon seeing Sang Ling, the strong female lead finally couldn't hold back her tears.

Sang Ling supported the weeping, frail female protagonist and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can hurt you in the slightest."

Hmm, why does this sound like something a domineering CEO would say?

Ba Qiling led Bai Xiaoxiao out of the operating room, while Song Chuyi skillfully took out handcuffs and cuffed the doctor on the ground.

He doesn't look like a good person at all; take him back for questioning.

When she came out, she ran into Sang Ce, who was looking for someone everywhere. Thinking of what the doctor had just said, Bai Xiaoxiao clutched her stomach and turned pale.

She took two steps back, not wanting to see him.

"Where did you run off to?" Upon seeing Bai Xiaoxiao, the flustered Sang Ce composed himself and questioned her in a rather unfriendly tone.

Bai Xiaoxiao ignored him, while Sang Ling slapped him on the head.

The domineering CEO was stunned by the slap.

"Again? You hit me again?"

"I'm going to hit you." A madman.

Song Chuyi, who was walking over, couldn't help but mutter, "Pah, what a scumbag."

At that moment, the door to another operating room opened, and a doctor came out, urging anxiously, "Where are Bai Yueguang's family members? Have you found the blood bag? The patient's condition is very urgent; a blood transfusion is necessary immediately."

"Wait a little longer, I've already had someone transfer them to other hospitals." Sang Ce's bewildered mind instantly cleared.

"No, we can't wait any longer. Didn't they say that if a family member has the same blood type, we can donate blood?"

“She doesn’t…” Sang Ce instinctively refused.

The refusal was interrupted by a clear, cold voice.

“You just want blood? Use mine.” Sang Ling stepped forward like a savior.