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

Having gotten the answer she wanted, Sang Ling clapped her hands and prepared to leave.

It was late at night, and she should go find Jiaojiao.

I had only taken two steps when someone grabbed the hem of my clothes.

"Where are you going?" Sang Ce grabbed Sang Ling's sleeve, looked up and frowned, his consciousness somewhat blurred from being drunk.

He clung tightly to Sang Ling's clothes.

"It's dark and dangerous outside, so don't go out."

Sang Ling tugged at the clothes but couldn't budge them. She pursed her lips and puffed out her cheeks slightly. "Let go."

"No, you can't go out." Sang Ce suddenly became stubborn, holding onto her tightly and muttering something to himself.

Sang Ling was so angry that she wanted to knock him unconscious, but then she heard him whispering something.

"It's so dark outside. We can't let Youyou go out. What if she gets kidnapped by bad guys again?"

Sang Ling paused her hand as it was about to fall, looked down at him for a long time, and then pouted, "I'm not going out. Let go of me."

Sang Ce looked up and smiled at her, then took her hand.

"Okay, good girl. I'll take you back to your room and tell you a story to lull you to sleep, okay?"

Sang Ling's expression, which had just softened, instantly tightened.

Her little mouth was tightly pursed.

What, are you telling me again the story of Snow White turning evil, killing her stepmother and father, and successfully ascending to the throne as the Snow Queen?

Or will you tell me the story of Little Red Riding Hood, all muscle, who twisted the wolf's head off with one hand?

The memories that had vanished rushed back, and Sang Ling's face was filled with rejection.

But Sangce still pulled her back to her room.

After covering Sang Ling with a blanket, Sang Ce sat on the edge of the bed and began to tell the story of the Little Mermaid who, in order to rule both the land and the sea, cried and stabbed the prince to death.

Lying on the bed, Sang Ling listened to the dark and bloody fairy tale with a numb expression.

To be honest, although the CEO is a bit eccentric, his voice is actually quite nice.

As the numbness subsided, Sang Ling actually fell asleep.

She was sleeping soundly on her side, while Fu Jiaojiao next door was anxiously waiting for her.

Why haven't they come yet? Is something holding them up?

Wait a minute.

Fu Zhirang initially comforted himself in this way, but as the night grew deeper, the figure he wanted to see still did not appear.

My hopeful heart slowly sank.

The tall man sat on the edge of the bed, gazing in the direction of the balcony, silent. The room was dark.

The only sound was his breathing.

He sat motionless with his head down all night, waiting.

Only when the white light of dawn dispelled the darkness in the room did he slowly raise his head, his dark eyes gleaming with a deep and obscure light.

He slowly lowered his eyes, his handsome face tense, and a hint of grievance flashed in his eyes.

Are you already tired of it?

Sang Ling, who was sleeping soundly in her own bed, had no idea that her precious darling was feeling wronged.

After exchanging experiences with the domineering CEO, Sang Ling decided to send a different flower.

Although she didn't understand why the domineering CEO would send chrysanthemums, she knew he must have his reasons.

All she has to do is deliver them.

After carefully wrapping the flowers, Sang Ling clapped her hands with satisfaction as she looked at the bouquet in front of her, and confidently had it delivered.

She refused to believe she couldn't win him over.

After delivering the flowers, Sang Ling checked the time and sent him a text message.

As a result, this time they didn't even read it.

My dearest Sang Ling: !!!

After looking at the word "unread" under the text message again and again, and confirming that she hadn't misread it, Sang Ling sneered.

Why bother coaxing them? Just kidnap them.

Meanwhile, someone trying to numb themselves with work talked about three collaborations and held two meetings in one morning.

I'm so busy I don't even have time to take out my phone.

I finally got back to the company at noon, and my eyes instinctively searched the room for a bouquet of broccoli, but instead of broccoli, I found a strange bunch of chrysanthemums.

My already gloomy mood became even more irritable, and I unconsciously frowned.

"Take it and throw it away." He glanced at it casually and then looked away, slowly and deliberately loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt as he walked inside.

He sat in his office chair with a frown, leaning back against the chair, eyes closed and silent.

A low pressure was visible to the naked eye surrounding him.

Zhou Bei, who had been running around with him all morning, showed a determined smile.

He bravely went out and asked the others where the bouquet of chrysanthemums came from.

After learning the origin of the chrysanthemum, he returned to his office with mixed feelings, looking at the chrysanthemum and then at Fu Zhirang.

"Ahem... Mr. Fu, I heard that these flowers were a gift from Miss Sang," Zhou Bei whispered a reminder.

The person behind the desk neither moved nor spoke.

Zhou Bei was a little unsure.

So, are we still going to lose it or not?

After hesitating for a moment, he said in a low voice, "I'll take it out now."

Fu Zhirang: "Put it down and get out."

Hearing this, Zhou Bei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went out.

He knew it! With President Fu's love-struck nature, how could he possibly bear to throw away the gift Miss Sang gave him?

You know, the two florets of broccoli from two days ago are still sitting in the refrigerator in the villa.

After Zhou Bei left, the person in the chair slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the bouquet of flowers not far away, staring at it for a long time.

I sat down on the sofa and, upon closer inspection of the yellow and white chrysanthemums inside, fell silent again.

When Zhou Bei came in with the documents, he was still sitting on the sofa staring at the chrysanthemum.

"Mr. Fu?"

Fu Zhirang frowned slightly, his expression serious, as if he were pondering some profound question. Suddenly, he asked, "What do you think she meant by giving me this?"

Zhou Bei glanced at the chrysanthemum, his lips twitching slightly.

Perhaps it's because she has unique taste, but that's hard to say.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he cautiously asked, "Would you be there to see me off in my final days?"

A cold glare hit him, and Zhou Bei realized he had spoken his true feelings, coughing awkwardly twice.

"Perhaps Miss Sang is praising you with gifts. By giving you so many chrysanthemums, she must be praising your elegance, purity, and gentlemanly character."

As the saying goes, if you can't praise someone, you'll praise them anyway. After he finished speaking, even Zhou Bei himself didn't believe it.

Seeing Fu Zhirang staring at the chrysanthemums in silence, Zhou Bei thought for a moment and then comforted him, "Mr. Fu, if you think like this, it's good that Miss Sang wasn't so unusual as to send you a wreath."

That's the real trump card.

Fu Zhirang gave him a cold glance and said coldly, "Get out."

"Okay~" Zhou Bei quickly rolled away.

Fu Zhirang stared at the chrysanthemums again, looking at them from left to right. Suddenly, he thought of something, took out his phone, and saw that there was indeed an unread text message.

For some reason, my gloomy mood that had lasted all morning has improved considerably.

Perhaps the young girl still has feelings for him.

With a slight smile, even the eerie chrysanthemum looked quite adorable.

Sang Ling, unaware of all this, charged all the way to the Sang Group, stormed into the president's office, and rushed to Sang Ce's side.

"Crispy Shark, even Chrysanthemum couldn't take him down." Sang Ling complained angrily in front of Sang Ce.

The man behind the desk, dressed in a suit and tie, looked at the photos on his phone and let out a cold laugh, exuding an aura of domineering CEO.

"You won't accept my flowers, but you'll accept someone else's?" Sang Ce said through gritted teeth, staring intently at his phone without looking up.

Sang Ling continued, "He doesn't even read my messages anymore."

Sang Ce's face darkened, radiating a fierce aura. "Damn it, she actually smiled so beautifully at him."

Sang Ling: "Sure enough, I spoiled him too much."

Sang Ce: "Damn it, how dare she go to see her first love while pregnant with my child? What does she take me for, a tool for having children?"