Sheng Xuan was very stubborn and tried to persuade her with all his might.
Ning Lang was even more stubborn, and once she made up her mind, she refused to budge no matter what.
Sheng Xuan was furious and said irritably, "You can't beat me now. Don't even think about stopping me by yourself!"
Ning Lang raised an eyebrow and smiled, her eyes filled with eager excitement.
"This place is quite spacious. Let's unpack our things and have a proper competition, shall we?"
She hadn't fought him in years. Lately, she'd only been practicing yoga and hadn't done much martial arts, but she was itching to get back to it.
"Don't even think about it!" Sheng Xuan raised his handsome, full chin and sneered, "I don't hit women!"
Especially her...
Ning Lang shrugged, seizing the opportunity to exploit his weakness.
"If you can't beat me, don't even think about leaving."
Sheng Xuan frowned, about to speak—when he suddenly felt something strange about his body!
He twisted his neck in discomfort, and his tall, slender frame slumped onto the sofa.
"I……"
Ning Lang sat gracefully opposite him, observing him with leisure.
Sheng Xuan felt increasingly unwell and asked in confusion, "Why do I suddenly... seem to be sick?"
"You're not sick," Ning Lang smiled slightly, casually tossing out, "You're poisoned."
Shrimp?! Poisoning?
Sheng Xuan was startled, wondering how such a term, which only existed in fantasy and martial arts novels, could have come out of her mouth.
He did nothing, and he didn't take any poison.
Suddenly, the memory of her earnestly serving him some "licorice" came flooding back to him...
Oh no! Could there be something fishy going on in there?
“That’s right.” Ning Lang didn’t intend to hide it from him and explained, “It’s the licorice from earlier. Licorice is a medicine and it’s not poisonous. But it’s incompatible with pork. If you eat them together, it will make you feel like you’re being poisoned.”
Sheng Xuan lay sprawled on the sofa, feeling a tightness in her chest and dizziness, as if every part of her body was in pain.
He turned his head away and glared at her angrily.
"You...you've gone too far!"
Ning Lang took out his phone and leisurely browsed news and Weibo.
So what if it's excessive? She had no intention of making him suffer anyway.
One should not be soft-hearted when dealing with those who do not listen to advice.
Sheng Xuan was furious and took out her phone to make a call—but it was quickly snatched away!
Ning Lang calmly put away his phone and explained, "There's another scene going to take place in about ten minutes. You're the lead, so prepare your script carefully and get into character."
"What are you trying to do now?!" Sheng Xuan shouted angrily. "Hasn't that traitor already seen the show? What?! After watching the midday death throes drama, do you want to see the funeral dirge?!"
“You have to put on a good show.” Ning Lang chuckled. “Life is like a play, so you should learn the essential skills of being a drama queen anytime, anywhere.”
He's a straightforward person; he says what he thinks and does what he thinks.
His forthrightness and honesty are good qualities, but his most fatal flaw is his inability to deal with hypocritical and cunning people.
A person's greatest strength is often also their greatest weakness; he is the best example of this saying.
Sheng Xuan rolled her eyes and gasped for breath: "I've already broken ties with them, what's the point of pretending anymore! I fooled them once, that's enough to lower their guard! It's time to go and beat them to a pulp!"
A real man should be upright and honest; he despises hypocrisy and pretentiousness.
Ning Lang's pretty face darkened slightly, and she snorted coldly: "Sheng Ju was able to put on a big show even before you were born, pampering you and indulging you, hoping you could be a playboy for the rest of your life. He can perform a show for more than 20 years without it ending, that's his skill."
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