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

Sang Ling pursed her lips and slowly turned to look at Uncle Zhang who was standing guard beside her.

Uncle Zhang smiled slightly.

"Miss Sang, your room is this way."

Uncle Zhang took Sang Ling to a room specially prepared for her.

Well, how should I put it? The room was very big and beautifully decorated. There was even a little yellow duck plush toy that she loved on the bed.

The only problem is that it's a bit far from Fu Jiaojiao's room.

This is probably the room on the second floor furthest from Fu Jiaojiao.

Sang Ling stood at the door, clutching a pillow, when she heard Uncle Zhang's gentle voice behind her.

“Miss Sang, please rest first. If you need anything, please feel free to call me. Also, the young master told me that he has locked the door from the inside to prevent someone from knocking on the door in the middle of the night.”

Sang Ling: "..."

Zhang Bo smiled broadly, while Sang Ling did not.

Uncle Zhang thoughtfully closed the door. Sang Ling looked around, threw her pillow on the bed, and walked straight to the balcony.

After peeking around a few times, he prepared to climb over the wall.

It's okay if she doesn't open the door; she'll transform into Spider-Man herself.

Just as I stepped onto the railing, there was a knock on the door, and Uncle Zhang's voice came again.

"Oh, Miss Sang, I forgot to mention, the young master said that just in case, he also locked the balcony door and windows."

Spider-Man, halfway through his transformation: "!!!"

Fu Jiaojiao, you're ruthless!

Without Jiaojiao by her side, Sang Ling slept soundly all night, clutching her little yellow duck, feeling wronged. No one woke her up the next day.

I woke up groggily, my hair disheveled, and staggered downstairs.

When she went downstairs, Fu Zhirang was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. He only gave her a perfunctory greeting when he saw her.

"woke up?"

Sang Ling nodded sleepily and subconsciously walked over and leaned into his arms.

Halfway down, I was gently pushed away by the shoulder and pressed down into a chair.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Fu Jiaojiao withdraw her hand expressionlessly and say in a cold and indifferent voice, "Eat your food now that you're awake."

Sang Ling pursed her lips, her eyes fixed on him with a resentful look.

He acted as if he hadn't noticed anything, calmly picking up his coffee and taking a sip.

Fu Jiaojiao, you've changed. You're so cold to me now. You're really something else.

An angry baby Sang Ling drank two glasses of milk.

Upon noticing the milk stains on the little girl's lips, Fu Zhirang instinctively wanted to wipe them away, but forcibly restrained himself.

She silently lowered her eyes.

Just as Sang Ling was eating breakfast, still full of resentment, she suddenly looked up and finally saw the person sitting opposite her.

“Miss Sang.” Pei Shuzhi sat upright opposite him, smiling slightly, his demeanor elegant and refined.

"What are you doing here?" Sang Ling chewed, her cheeks puffed out.

"Didn't Miss Sang ask President Fu to leave me here?" Pei Shuzhi asked back.

Sang Ling paused, glanced at Fu Zhirang who was drinking coffee with his eyes down, and pouted, "Then you can stay here for now."

Pei Shuzhi asked a few more trivial questions, which Sang Ling answered one by one.

Seeing the two talking as if no one else was around, the person who kept their eyes down and remained silent gradually became irritated.

He glanced at the girl several times, and seeing that she didn't look at him at all, he pursed his thin lips.

He slammed down his cup, interrupting the two people who were having a pleasant conversation, which drew their attention.

Fu Zhirang stood up without changing his expression, glanced at them leisurely, and said, "I'm done eating."

Then he picked up his coat, turned around, and left, leaving them with a cool silhouette.

Pei Shuzhi glanced meaningfully at Fu Zhirang's departing figure, then looked at the listless young girl opposite him, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly I realized that it's not impossible to stay here for a few more days.

Jiaojiao wasn't coaxed and spent the night alone in an empty room. After finishing breakfast, Sang Ling returned to the Sang family home listlessly.

Everywhere he went, he heard sighs and groans.

Completely clueless, Sang Ling finally decided to seek help from her spiritual mentor.

[I can't coax him, I absolutely can't coax him. I can't even get into his room now.]

Someone in the Southern Hemisphere, being hunted down, took out his phone amidst his busy schedule and glanced at it, speechless with a hint of exasperation.

But he still found a secluded spot to hide and quickly replied.

The other person said: "Stop trying to coax her, find another one, the next one will be even better."

Sang Ling: [No, there's only one Jiao Jiao. What if the next one isn't as good-looking as him?]

The other party: 【…Then try playing hard to get.】

Sang Ling: [How to desire, how to indulge?]

At this moment, Sang Ling was filled with a thirst for knowledge.

The other party sensed her thirst for knowledge and replied.

Send him flowers, show him concern, then ignore him.

Seeing the reply, Sang Ling felt enlightened and immediately took action, the first thing she did was send flowers.

What flowers should I send?

After much thought, she came up with a beautiful flower.

After wrapping the flowers and having them delivered, Sang Ling clapped her hands in satisfaction, full of confidence that she could win over Fu Jiaojiao.

Next, I need to show him care.

After glancing at the time, he decisively took out his phone and sent a text message to Fu Jiaojiao.

That evening, Sang Ling confidently climbed over the wall, thinking she would definitely be able to get into the bedroom that night, but...

Hmm... she's alone in her room again with the little yellow duck.

The next day, she stubbornly continued sending flowers and text messages.

Fu Group.

Holding a bouquet of flowers, Zhou Bei braced himself and entered the president's office amidst a crowd of strange gazes.

"Mr. Fu, Miss Sang has brought broccoli again," Zhou Bei said, barely suppressing a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

I glanced at the broccoli wrapped up like a bouquet in my arms, unsure how to describe it.

Fu Zhirang glanced at him and casually uttered two words, "Let it go."

Zhou Bei placed the broccoli on the desk and turned to leave.

After he left, Fu Zhirang put down the documents in his hand, picked up the bouquet of flowers on the table, stared at them gently, and the smile on his lips gradually deepened.

My phone beeped with a text message notification.

Upon opening it, I found it was indeed a text message from the young girl.

[Good afternoon, sweet baby~]

It has to be said that Fu Jiaojiao is really easy to coax. Just because the girl gave him two bunches of broccoli and sent him a few text messages, he actually softened a little.

Sang Ling was unaware that Fu Jiaojiao had begun to waver and was still sighing at home.

That evening, Sang Ling prepared to try her luck next door again, but as soon as she went downstairs, she ran into Sang Ce, who was returning home drunk.

He was very drunk, reeking of alcohol, and staggered as he tried to go upstairs. He stepped onto the stairs but then went back down, and in a daze, he walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

It has to be said that a domineering CEO is a domineering CEO. Even when drunk, he doesn't forget to strike a pose, sitting coolly on the sofa with his head slightly lowered and his eyes dark and unfathomable.

The dim light shone on his face, outlining his perfect profile.

What a poignant story, what a desolate scene, yet...

"pat"

Sang Ling turned on the light, and the sudden light almost blinded the sad CEO.

Murder by his own sister.

"Why don't you go up?" Sang Ling walked over and asked in a crisp voice.

The CEO, slightly drunk, shook his head and said slowly, "She smells of alcohol; it's not good for her. She can't go up there."

Sang Ling blinked, then suddenly remembered something and humbly asked, "What kind of flowers do you usually send? Red roses?"

She felt that she hadn't been able to appease him after two days, and guessed it was because she hadn't sent the right flowers.

Sending flowers is something even a domineering CEO has experience with.

“Red roses?” Sang Ce looked up blankly, then shook his head after a while. “No, she doesn’t like red roses. She likes daisies. She wants to give daisies, lots of daisies.”

chrysanthemum?

Sang Ling pondered for a moment, her eyes resolute.

She got it.