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

Chapter 178 Fu Jiaojiao deserved the gift.

Sang Ling grew angrier the more she thought about it, and in a fit of anger, she slammed her hand on the bed and got up.

He shouted with a strong voice, "Who dares to touch him!"

In an instant, the demonic laughter in my ears disappeared, and my vision brightened.

Sang Ling sat on the bed and met Wang Ma's gaze without any obstruction. The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Before either of them could speak, the duck in Wang Ma's hand spoke first, quacking loudly.

Sang Ling's stunned gaze shifted to the quacking duck, and she blinked in bewilderment.

What happened? Did Wang Ma and her ducks really get exiled?

Having slept for too long, Sang Ling's mind hadn't quite caught up yet. It was only when she caught a glimpse of the surrounding decorations that she suddenly realized what was happening.

No, here...

"Oh my god, Miss, you're finally awake!" Wang Ma, finally realizing what was happening, rushed forward with tears in her eyes, still carrying the duck in her hand.

"Wang Ma?" Sang Ling tilted her head in confusion.

"That's wonderful! I knew the young lady wouldn't wake up because she didn't like chicken soup. Look, you woke up when I changed it to duck soup." Wang Ma covered her mouth, moved.

Several question marks appeared on Sang Ling's bewildered mind.

What kind of duck soup?

Before Sang Ling could ask for clarification, Wang Ma eagerly comforted her, "Don't worry, give Wang Ma two hours, and I guarantee Miss will be able to enjoy a delicious old duck soup."

"and many more……"

Without giving Sang Ling a chance to stop her, she immediately gave her a close-up performance of Wang Ma killing a duck.

After killing the chicken, Wang Ma has another performance to add to her repertoire.

Wang Ma is killing ducks!

Seeing this made Sang Ling's confused mind clear up considerably.

After deftly snapping the duck neck, Wang Ma looked up at Sang Ling with bright eyes, "What did you say? Miss wants extra spicy and numbing?"

"No, I meant wait..."

"What? You want salt-baked poached whole roasted duck too?"

Wang Ma's eyes grew brighter and brighter, while Sang Ling's silence was deafening.

I glanced at her, feeling utterly exhausted.

as long as you are happy.

So, Wang Ma happily went to stew the old duck soup.

While she was busy in the kitchen, Sang Ling stared blankly out the window, as if she had returned.

Therefore, the figure seen before falling into a coma must be real.

Sang Ling was gazing out the window, lost in thought, when she heard the sound of the door opening. Turning around, she saw the face she had been longing for day and night.

She looked at him with slight surprise.

Fu Zhirang, leaning against the door frame, was slightly out of breath. His hair and clothes were a little disheveled, as if he had run all the way here.

Sang Ling stared blankly at the person striding towards her. Seeing him pursing his lips and remaining silent, she asked curiously, "Why are you breathing so heavily..."

She paused, then was pulled into a tight embrace. The arms that held her were as hard as steel, and trembled slightly.

The heart beats like a drum.

She could feel his rapid, hot breath on the skin of her neck.

A trembling, choked voice exploded in my ears.

“Again.”

From his voice, Sang Ling sensed his unease and fear, and immediately hugged him back, gently stroking the head buried in her neck.

"Yes, I'm here. Jiaojiao, don't be afraid."

I'm back, no one can bully you now.

Hearing the noise, Wang Ma peeked out from the kitchen and saw what was happening. She covered her mouth and gave a sly smile, then picked up the casserole containing the old duck soup and quietly left the ward.

He silently locked the door and revealed a smile that concealed his accomplishment.

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Sang Ling didn't know how long Fu Zhirang had been holding her; her waist was tired. Seeing that he still had no intention of letting go, she gently tugged at the corner of her clothes.

"Jiaojiao, I'm tired."

The little girl's soft, coquettish manner startled Fu Zhirang. He wrapped his arms around her waist and fell onto the bed, lying down fully clothed and holding her tightly.

She's still as clingy as ever.

Sang Ling sighed helplessly, then hugged his head and gently coaxed and stroked him.

"My darling, my little darling~"

The person buried in the crook of the neck remained silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice, full of grievance, "I can't find you, I can't find you no matter what I do."

"I'm so scared. What if I can't find you? What if you're suffering somewhere I don't know about?"

"I was both scared and panicked."

"My Youyou is the best girl in the world. She is great and kind, has the whole world in her heart, and loves so many people."

"Am I among these people?" Fu Zhirang finally raised his head, his reddened eyes and aggrieved expression touching people's hearts.

"Yes," Sang Ling replied with absolute certainty, looking directly into his eyes.

“But what if I selfishly want to possess her heart? I don’t care how kind or great she is, I just want her to have a smooth, peaceful, and joyful life.” Fu Zhirang gazed at Sang Ling, his voice still trembling uncontrollably.

That was the lingering fear of losing something and then getting it back.

No one could understand how much he had suffered during that month. He couldn't sleep at night and couldn't think about anything except looking for Sang Ling.

Due to overwork and emotional distress, he was hospitalized six times in just one month.

But it doesn't matter now, because his life has been saved.

She returned to his embrace.

Since bringing Sang Ling back, he has stayed by her bedside day and night, watching over her, afraid that it was just his imagination, and praying every day that she would wake up soon.

But before she could wake up, he fainted first.

He had only left for a short while to help with the rescue, but she woke up unexpectedly. He rushed back and his heart nearly exploded when he saw her sitting on the bed smiling at him.

He couldn't hold back any longer and hugged her tightly.

Thankfully, she woke up!

Sang Ling looked into Fu Zhirang's eyes, then suddenly smiled, leaning closer and breathing softly, "Actually, she's not that kind."

"She saves the world because the world will give her the most beautiful gift in return."

The little girl's eyes were clear and bright, sparkling. Fu Zhirang's expression faltered for a moment, and he asked blankly, "What gift?"

Sang Ling propped herself up, placed her right hand on Fu Zhirang's shoulder and gently pushed him down, leaning over him and staring intently at him with her bright eyes.

A bright smile.

"You."

She said that Fu Jiaojiao was what she deserved.

The person in his arms was petite and delicate. Fu Zhirang's eyes darkened, his breathing quickened, and his warm hands slowly covered the soft waist in his arms. His gaze was fixed on her red lips.

The unspeakable longing in his eyes was almost overflowing.

His Adam's apple bobbed, producing a husky yet sexy sound.

"So, are you going to open your present now?"