OBS Chapter 166 Ling Sheng: What's the point of looking through clothes?
Chapter 166 Ling Sheng: What's the point of looking through clothes?
If Ling Sheng hadn't just thoroughly cleaned this place, Song Nanxi would have actually believed it.
It seems that Yan Xingxue is still a little white rabbit with sesame filling.
"Okay, then you can sleep in the master bedroom."
Song Nanxi said in a sea king-like tone, "I don't want Ah Xue to suffer any injustice."
She touched Yan Xingxue's burning face and urged him to go to sleep.
Yan Xingxue was completely charmed. If he had known that he would be treated so gently after confessing to Nanxi, he should have told her he liked her the first time they met!
After calming Yan Xingxue down, Song Nanxi took the elevator downstairs.
When she heard the doorbell, Song Yirou didn't think much of it and opened the door directly.
She was slapped hard across the face.
"Song Nanxi!"
Song Nanxi slapped him again with her backhand.
The blows forced Song Yirou to stumble backward repeatedly.
Song Yirou's face stung with pain. She covered her face, stared intently at Song Nanxi, and suddenly smiled triumphantly.
"What are you doing? Are you angry or embarrassed?"
She did not hide the fact that she was the one who released the surveillance video.
After all, when Song Nanxi was trending on social media, she had already used all her points to have the system delete the source code of that video for her.
Song Nanxi has nothing left that can threaten her!
"Song Nanxi, you yourself are nothing more than someone who's slept with a thousand men and slept with ten thousand men..."
"Snapped!"
Song Nanxi slapped her back.
"Come on, continue."
"You bitch!"
"Snapped!"
Song Nanxi was a skilled slapper, and she slapped Song Yirou's face until it was swollen in just a few strokes.
Song Yirou's hatred surged. "Song Nanxi, all you know how to do is fight. What do you have left to threaten me with?"
She looked up and glanced at the surveillance camera.
"Come on, keep fighting. I don't mind giving you a big gift! Consider it a celebration of your return to the Song family!"
"Stupid."
Song Nanxi curled her lips, took out her phone, and pulled up a video. "Who said I only know how to use my hands?"
She's not incapable of using dirty tricks either.
Song Yirou's smug smile froze on her face. "No! How could this be..."
"System! What's going on with the system?! Wasn't the video deleted?!"
She frantically called for the system in her mind.
The system was also confused.
Originating from a high-latitude space, it never paid any attention to these ordinary creatures.
How could the code it personally deleted have reappeared in Song Nanxi's hands?
Are you wondering why I still have the video even though you deleted it?
Song Nanxi asked calmly, her gaze lingering on Song Yirou.
But the system parasitizing Song Yirou's brain felt a chill run down its spine, as if it were being watched by Song Nanxi!
Song Yirou's face turned deathly pale.
Song Nanxi kindly explained, "Because—I modified the code beforehand."
She wouldn't completely underestimate Song Yirou just because she was stupid enough.
As long as she has enough points, the system can do anything for her.
"Impossible... You're just an ordinary person, how could you do that?!" Song Yirou murmured, the question that had been lingering in her mind resurfacing. She asked sharply, "I know! Song Nanxi, you have one too—right?!"
The word 'system' was muted.
The system cursed inwardly: "You idiot! Don't reveal my existence!"
Song Nanxi feigned confusion and asked, "What are you talking about? Have you been infected with a virus?"
Song Yirou was both shocked and frightened, and had completely lost her mind.
There was no trace of the smugness that had once given Song Nanxi any control over him.
"Stop pretending!" She stared at Song Nanxi maniacally. "You definitely have something—if not—to help you, how could you have escaped my schemes so many times!"
"Snapped!"
Song Nanxi shook her numb hand and asked, "Are you awake now?"
Song Yirou collapsed onto the floor.
In front of her, Song Nanxi quietly sent the video.
"It is only natural to reciprocate; this is a return gift."
"Do not!!!"
Song Yirou quickly got up, grabbed Song Nanxi's clothes, and for the first time in her life, she showed Song Nanxi a pleading look.
"No! Song Nanxi, please, don't be so cruel! Are you trying to kill me?!"
However, the video has already been sent.
Song Nanxi kicked Song Yirou's hand away without any mercy.
"If our positions were reversed today, would you go easy on me?"
Song Yirou glared at her resentfully, "You're a woman too, don't you know what kind of impact this kind of video will have on me if it gets leaked?"
Song Nanxi was amused.
"Don't make me sound like some kind of bad guy. You installed the surveillance cameras, you drugged her, you planned everything. The only thing you didn't plan for was that the female lead was replaced by yourself."
Song Yirou knew that Song Nanxi was right.
But how could she accept this!
“But I didn’t succeed! So all your assumptions are invalid! Now I’m the victim,” Song Yirou argued, but she knew it was too late.
Filled with resentment, he asked her, "Song Nanxi, if I die, it will be because you forced me to. You will carry the burden of a life for the rest of your life, and you will never have a peaceful life!"
"puff……"
Song Nanxi burst out laughing.
"Big sister, you're so crazy."
Song Nanxi had originally planned to leave, but now she was really curious about Song Yirou's mental state.
"If you want to die, then hurry up and die. I still have time to appreciate it now," Song Nanxi said leisurely under Song Yirou's ugly face. "Who gave you the illusion that I would feel guilty and uneasy about your death? To be honest, if you really dare to die, I can admire your backbone."
"But—do you dare?"
Song Nanxi pointed to the window in the stairwell, "Jump now? The river is right below, so there's no need to worry about endangering others."
Look how good she is, she's thought of everything for Song Yirou.
"you you……"
Song Yirou's lips trembled.
"Stop with the 'you' and 'me' stuff. You're too scared to die, and you can't bear to die."
Song Nanxi scoffed, "It's better to live a wretched life than to die a good death. Don't try to argue, I understand."
After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at Song Yirou's extremely ugly face, turned around, and looked up at the surveillance camera above.
As if remembering something, she asked, "Did you think you could use the slaps I gave you to clear your name?"
Song Yirou's eyes widened.
"What a pity," Song Nanxi said with a grin, "I'm sorry, I predicted your prediction again."
"Song Nanxi!!!"
Song Nanxi stepped into the elevator, putting Song Yirou's breakdown out of her mind.
My phone vibrated on WeChat.
Ling Xu: [Done.]
Ling Xu: [Song Nanxi, can you please stop making me do these low-down things?]
Lowlife?
Song Nanxi raised an eyebrow and slowly typed.
The dream of 900 million young men: [What? Don't want to do it?]
Ling Xu: [Tsk.]
The dream of 900 million young men: [Okay, I'll trouble someone else next time.]
Ling Xu: [?]
The Dream of 900 Million Young Men: [You need to understand why I only contacted you and not anyone else? It's because I trust you completely; I can even entrust you with something like this. If it were someone with impure motives, they would definitely be threatening me with something on my head right now.]
The dream of 900 million young men: [I'm a celebrity. Being a celebrity is tough. No matter what I do, I can't please everyone. My haters hate me; they wish I were dead.]
The Dream of Nine Hundred Million Young Men: [Sigh, never mind. I know I've caused you trouble. I won't bother you again.]
After saying that, Song Nanxi logged out of WeChat.
The countdown began slowly: "3, 2, 1..."
My phone started ringing incessantly.
Song Nanxi's red lips curved slightly, and she sighed softly.
Sigh, I'm such a bad woman.
It's very unethical, but who can blame me when Ling Xu is just too useful...
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Song Nanxi was quite satisfied with the distance between her residence and Song Yirou's.
When you're in a bad mood and want to slap someone, just go downstairs.
It's a pity, though. After this incident, Song Yirou will probably have to move away.
Song Nanxi entered the room using her fingerprint, and the first thing she saw was the back of a man wearing a shirt and trousers.
His body shape is inverted triangle, with broad and straight shoulders, and he has the legendary double doors.
The person she hadn't seen for almost a month appeared at her home.
She had clearly just arrived and was taking the imported snacks she had bought out of her shopping bag.
Ling Sheng turned around when he heard the door open, glanced at her, and asked calmly, "Where did you go?"
"I went downstairs."
Song Nanxi walked over and glanced at them; the snacks were all her favorites.
She unscrewed a bottle of peach-flavored sparkling water and took a sip. "What a rare guest! I thought you were planning to never see me again."
Ever since Ling Sheng discovered Qi Yu's affair with her, Song Nanxi could clearly sense that Ling Sheng was avoiding her.
However, Song Nanxi didn't care. These people with great fortune were indeed all outstanding individuals, and their beauty was captivating.
But Song Nanxi wasn't so desperate that she would take every man to bed; she valued mutual consent.
All she needed to ensure was that the person with great fortune wouldn't be won over by Song Yirou and instead turn against those who stood in her way.
Upon hearing this, a hint of unease flashed across Ling Sheng's usually serious face.
"You're overthinking it. Why would I possibly refuse to see you?"
This statement is actually a bit ambiguous.
Song Nanxi raised an eyebrow and looked at Ling Sheng.
The living room was brightly lit, and the man's eyes were incredibly deep as he looked at her, as if something was about to burst forth from the ground.
"I've thought about this for a long time."
Until last night.
As soon as the video was released, Ling Sheng's team immediately reported it to him.
Although he ultimately managed to suppress the trending topic.
Ling Sheng's mind was in complete turmoil, and he barely slept a wink all night.
Song Nanxi did not respond, but waited quietly for Ling Sheng to continue.
Ling Sheng stepped forward. His style of dress has always been mature and business-like, with his shirts and suits always perfectly pressed, concealing his almost perfect physique beneath his clothes.
He raised his hand and began to unbutton the shirt at his Adam's apple, his expression calm and composed under Song Nanxi's gaze.
The veins on his rolled-up sleeves bulged powerfully, and his intense hormones seemed to invade every inch of the air.
Until the very last one, the shirt was completely open.
Song Nanxi's gaze finally changed, and she narrowed her eyes.
Ling Sheng smiled, grasped Song Nanxi's wrist, and pressed it against his chest.
"I remember you've always wanted to touch it? What's the point of touching it through clothes? Wouldn't it feel better now?"
It was indeed very good. When Song Nanxi pressed her finger down, she could see a small indentation appear in the elastic muscle.
It has an incredibly addictive feel.
Wait... Song Nanxi's fingertip seemed to touch something that looked like metal.