Song Jiao leaned lazily on the sofa, playing with a cup of freshly brewed mocha in her hand, her eyes casually scanning the news broadcast flashing on the TV screen.
The report about He Quan Group's new round of public opinion offensive was nothing more than an insignificant farce to her.
A playful smile played on her lips, and she tapped her fingertips, deciding to spice up the game.
She opened the notebook beside her with ease, her fingertips dancing on the keyboard like a dancing elf, and instantly sneaked into the other party's carefully constructed firewall, and obtained the hidden "evidence" as easily as taking something out of a bag.
However, this time she did not choose to draw her sword immediately. After all, in this world where domineering CEOs are rampant, the law always seems to be selectively blind.
She would never do anything like proving her innocence.
She has long been immune to these so-called "black materials", just like being bitten by a mosquito, without any pain or itching.
So, she simply lay back on the sofa, turned on her tablet, immersed herself in the world of gay comics, and enjoyed the rare leisure time.
Two hours later, a rapid ring of a cell phone broke the silence.
The words "Sister Lin" flashed on the screen. Song Jiao raised her eyebrows and answered the call.
"Little ancestor, how did you offend He Quan? He seems to be determined to fight you to the death!" Sister Lin's voice came through the receiver, with a bit of anxiety and helplessness.
After all, Liu Ruyan was brought up by her, so she naturally would not do these things.
But now that public opinion has risen, we are in trouble.
Song Jiao chuckled lightly, her tone relaxed. "What else could it be? It was Fu Xuxu, the guy who used to bully me. I recognized her the other day, and she just stood there like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and started to act up."
"How are you now?" Sister Lin's tone was full of concern.
Song Jiao raised her eyes, with a confident light flashing in them: "I'm fine, and more relaxed than ever before!" Anyway, when things don't go well, can't she just go and 'educate' the male protagonist?
Sister Lin was speechless upon hearing this, but she still reminded him seriously, "Public opinion is in their favor now, and there's nothing I can do. He Quan is now completely in control, unless you ask him to cancel those actions himself."
When Song Jiao heard this, a sly glint flashed in her eyes: "This seems like a good idea!"
"Beat him until he surrenders? What other ideas do you want to try?" Sister Lin was confused and asked quickly.
"Of course I'm going to do good things!" Song Jiao smiled and hung up the phone, leaving Sister Lin on the other end of the phone with a confused look on her face.
Song Jiao stood up, stretched, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Song Jiao happily changed into a bright red dress. The hem of the dress swayed gracefully, like a burning flame, instantly lighting up the entire room.
She turned around in front of the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and then a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She said to herself: "He Quan, are you ready?"
Before she finished speaking, her figure had disappeared from the spot, leaving only a trace of afterimage and a faint fragrance in the air.
The next second, she had teleported to He Quan's villa, as relaxed and comfortable as if she was taking a walk in her own backyard.
As I reached the door, I heard hurried footsteps behind me.
Song Jiao didn't even turn her head, but just glanced at them lightly. Those who tried to stop her were like being hit by an invisible force, falling to the ground one after another, groaning in pain.
Inside the door, there were endless sweet sounds. It was obvious that He Quan and his lover Fu Xuxu were enjoying their private time.
Song Jiao didn't care at all. She pushed the door open and strode in with a bright smile on her face, as if she was attending a grand party.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. He? Are you working? It doesn't matter! Let's talk about the hot search first!" Song Jiao's voice was crisp and pleasant, but it carried a majesty that could not be ignored.
He Quan looked at her furiously, his eyes flashing with anger: "Liu Ruyan, do you want to die?"
Are those bodyguards useless? How come they can't even stop a man?
Song Jiao, however, looked indifferent. She shrugged and said with a smile, "I don't know whether I want to die or not, but I know you definitely do!"
She calmly walked to the bedside, her eyes swept coldly over Fu Xuxu who was hiding under the quilt, and then turned to He Quan: "As long as you cancel the trending search and apologize to me, this matter will be over!"
Fu Xuxu was now hiding under He Quan's body, not saying a word, just holding on to his clothes tightly, as if this could help her avoid the disaster.
He Quan gritted his teeth and said word by word, "You're dreaming! Forget about it!"
The smile on Song Jiao's face disappeared, she clenched her fists, and her joints made a cracking sound.
Then, she punched the bed directly, and the next second the whole bed collapsed, and the two people fell heavily to the ground.
"Ah!" Fu Xuxu screamed, followed by a panicked plea for mercy, "Liu Ruyan, stop hitting us! We were wrong! We were really wrong!"
Song Jiao acted as if she didn't hear anything and continued to beat them severely.
Although He Quan tried to resist, in front of Song Jiao's powerful strength, he was like a weak ant and could not shake her at all.
At this moment, the scene suddenly changed, as if time had gone back, and Song Jiao found herself back to the time before she arrived at He Quan's villa.
Song Jiao narrowed her eyes, a brilliant smile playing across her lips. That smile held a hint of cunning and madness. Since this world and these people loved to stir up trouble, she'd have some fun with them until they begged for mercy.
In the first wave of attack, she flashed into the door like a ghost, raised her hand and slashed with her knife, and the hero and heroine were instantly "killed" by her - of course, the "killing" here does not mean real killing, but using her unique way to make them temporarily lose the ability to move, lying on the ground wailing.
In the second wave, she began to torture He Quan. Her methods were so cruel that Fu Xuxu, who was watching from the side, was terrified, but dared not make a sound. Song Jiao seemed to be enjoying this game, and each blow hit He Quan's pain points precisely, making him feel excruciating pain.
In the third wave, she simply "ga" them both together, and this time they felt unprecedented fear and despair.
Fu Xuxu finally broke down and began to beg for mercy crying bitterly.
However, Song Jiao did not stop there. The fourth wave, the fifth wave... She seemed to be having an endless carnival, and each time it caused great damage to the two people's body and mind.
Until the end, time went back to the moment when she first injured the male protagonist.
This world consciousness is really stupid. Doesn’t it know that it will not give up until it achieves its goal?
Song Jiao sat elegantly on a chair beside her, holding a sharp dagger in her hand. The dagger was spinning at her fingertips, flashing with cold light.
"What do you mean?" she asked softly, with a hint of teasing in her tone.
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