Eldest Senior Sister Became a Sensation After Being Blacklisted Online - Chapter 24

In the garden, Song Cheng turned her head and caught Huang Sheng’s naked gaze. The look filled her with disgust, and her murderous intent unconsciously began to leak out.

 

Xu Jinrong was the first to notice her change. He immediately went on alert, scanning his surroundings until his gaze locked onto Huang Sheng. Seeing Zhang Qucheng present and observing his unusual attitude toward Huang Sheng, Xu Jinrong surmised that Huang Sheng must be someone of considerable importance. He immediately beckoned Xu We closer.

 

As Xu We leaned in, Song Cheng rose, plucked a leaf from a nearby tree, and hurled it like a dart through the floor-to-ceiling glass. The leaf grazed Huang Sheng’s eyebrow.

 

Not only Xu We but even Xu Jinrong stood up, his mouth slightly agape as he turned to stare at Huang Sheng. A several-centimeter-long gash had appeared on Huang Sheng’s eyebrow where the leaf had grazed him. Bl00d welled up almost instantly, while the leaf, now embedded in the wall behind him, trembled like a dart.

 

It was easy to imagine what might have happened if that leaf had struck Huang Sheng’s eye directly.

 

The sudden attack sent Huang Sheng into a rage. Just as he was about to retaliate, L Yue, who had accompanied him, grabbed his arm, shaking his head slightly and signaling with his eyes not to act rashly.

 

The others didn’t see it, but L Yue, who had been standing beside Huang Sheng the entire time, saw it clearly: the leaf had been aimed directly at Huang Sheng, and the person who threw it was dozens of meters away. This suggested the attacker’s extraordinary skill.

 

Confronting such a master would undoubtedly end badly for them.

 

Zhang Qucheng was the most anxious of all. He couldn’t afford to offend either Song Cheng or Huang Sheng. He sighed inwardly, “Young Master Huang, please forgive me. I failed to make proper arrangements.” He glanced at his assistant, signaling him to prepare the first-aid kit, then stepped forward to help Huang Sheng, only to be dodged. His smile stiffened slightly. “I know you’re angry, Young Master Huang. Why don’t we treat the wound first and discuss this later?”

 

Huang Sheng, however, had no intention of letting this go. He pointed at Song Cheng, who was sitting outside, and charged toward her. “Get out here! I’ll kill you!”

 

L Yue grabbed him at lightning speed. Realizing Huang Sheng wasn’t backing down, he ordered the bodyguards who had been standing by, “Take Young Master Huang to the hospital to treat his wound.”

 

Huang Sheng resisted being dragged away, shouting defiantly, “You’ll pay for this! This isn’t over!”

 

Song Cheng had already left the pavilion and was walking toward them, her eyes icy.

 

L Yue sensed trouble. He glanced at his bodyguards, urging them forward with his eyes, then stepped forward himself, forcing a smile. “Miss Song, right? I’m L Yue. My friend offended Miss Liu earlier. I apologize on his behalf.”

 

Song Cheng wasn’t buying it. She strode past him to where Huang Sheng was being held up by two bodyguards.

 

As they locked eyes at close range, Huang Sheng felt the raw hostility radiating from her. His legs went weak.

 

Glancing at the bodyguards still holding him, he stiffened his back. “You hurt me and think you’re in the right? Just wait, I’ll make you regret this!” He pulled out his phone.

 

Song Cheng remained unmoved, standing her ground and glaring coldly at him. “You dare covet her? Have you lived long enough?” In a swift motion, she gripped his chin, her gaze fixed on the eyes that had dared to lust after Liu Zimang. “These eyes… they disgust me.”

 

Huang Sheng had lived a life of privilege, always pampered and protected. This was the first time he’d faced such a situation, and the first time he felt death breathing down his neck.

 

Song Cheng had done something to him, rendering him completely immobile. His phone had long since fallen to the ground. The bodyguard trying to protect him lunged at Song Cheng, but with a mere flick of her wrist, she effortlessly subdued him in a few swift moves.

 

Without his bodyguard, Huang Sheng’s legs buckled beneath him, trembling uncontrollably. His voice cracked with a hint of tears as he pleaded, “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said those things. Please, spare me.”

 

Song Cheng remained silent, her eyes icy as she let her murderous aura seep out. How dare this man cast such a gaze upon Ziman?

 

She wanted to gouge out his eyes and toss him into the mountains to feed the wolves.

 

Just as she raised her hand to strike, Liu Zimang rushed over and gripped her arm, shaking her head slightly. “Song Cheng, it’s not worth getting angry over someone like him.”

 

“But he harbored malicious intentions toward you!” Song Cheng retorted fiercely.

 

Liu Zimang didn’t release her hand, nor did she glance at Huang Sheng. “We can’t control what others think. Do you really intend to deal with every person who harbors ill intentions toward me?”

 

Without hesitation, Song Cheng replied bluntly, “Not that I couldn’t.”

 

“Master Song, calm down, calm down,” Xu Jinrong said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. When Song Cheng ignored him, he quickly turned to Huang Sheng, who was nearly kneeling on the ground. “Apologize to Master Song and Miss Liu immediately!”

 

His tone shifted abruptly. “And don’t think an apology will be enough. Those who covet what they shouldn’t must pay the price.” He scanned Huang Sheng, who was paralyzed with fear. “Let’s start with a leg.” With that, he turned to Song Cheng. “Master Song and Miss Liu, are you satisfied with this outcome?”

 

Liu Zimang noticed the crowd watching from a distance, too afraid to approach. She knew that if Huang Sheng’s leg was truly taken, news of Song Cheng’s vigilante justice would spread like wildfire, and wherever Song Cheng went, she would be met with judgmental stares.

 

She tugged on Song Cheng’s arm, her eyes pleading for her to let it go.

 

But “let it go” wasn’t in Song Cheng’s vocabulary. Her gaze remained fixed on Huang Sheng’s eyes as she repeated, “Those eyes are an eyesore.”

 

The words snapped Huang Sheng back to his senses. Abandoning all dignity, he began kowtowing repeatedly to Liu Zimang and Song Cheng. “I was wrong! I was truly wrong! I’ll never dare to do it again! Master Song, your magnanimity is renowned—please spare me this once!”

 

L Yue, standing beside Xu Jinrong, forced himself to speak: “Master Song, considering the situation hasn’t escalated further, please spare his eyes.” When he saw Song Cheng remained unmoved, he gritted his teeth and barked, “Men, take one of Young Master Huang’s legs!”

 

A broken leg could be set, but losing his eyes would ruin Huang Sheng’s life forever.

 

Huang Sheng shook his head frantically, but his mistake was undeniable. To keep his eyes, he had to sacrifice a leg.

 

Accepting his fate, he steeled himself, grabbed his tie, and shoved it into his mouth. Yet he had underestimated the agony of having his leg brutally broken. An involuntary scream tore from his throat, and beads of sweat erupted across his forehead.

 

L Yue and his companion averted their eyes.

 

“Does it hurt? Good. If there’s a next time, I’ll show you what ‘no return’ truly means.” With that, Song Cheng waved her hand, signaling for the men to take Huang Sheng away.

 

Then, as if remembering something, she added, “A word of advice: if you plan revenge, make sure you’re thoroughly prepared. After all, I hold grudges.”

 

L Yue, who had already been plotting his retaliation, felt a chill run down his spine. He and his companion quickly followed the bodyguard carrying Huang Sheng away.

 

Watching the trio depart, Zhang Qucheng’s heart twisted into a knot, but he maintained a forced smile, soothing the crowd, “Just a minor incident, a minor incident. Everyone, please enjoy your meal and have a good time.”

 

Who would dare linger after that? Clutching their chests in lingering fear, the guests made excuses to leave one by one. Business could wait, but they only had two legs.

 

Soon, the grand hall was nearly empty, leaving only Song Cheng, Xu Jinrong, and a few others.

 

Xu Jinrong glanced back at Zhang Qucheng’s gloomy expression and clapped him on the shoulder. “What’s with the long face? Hurry up and get the food ready. I’m starving.”

 

Zhang Qucheng rubbed the back of his head, belatedly realizing, “Then you all make yourselves comfortable. I’ll check on the kitchen.”

 

The anger had flared quickly and dissipated just as swiftly. Song Cheng turned to Wu Guifang and Song Tianfu, who were still recovering from their shock. “Mom, Dad, the garden outside looks nice. Shall we sit there for a while?”

 

Song Tianfu and Wu Guifang blinked repeatedly, confirming that the terrifying aura and icy demeanor had vanished from her. Only then did they nod.

 

As Song Cheng turned away, the couple exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness and lingering fear.

 

Would her ferocity make her disown her daughter? Of course not!

 

With this realization, the couple gradually calmed down and followed Song Cheng into the garden.

 

Only after Song Cheng had walked some distance away did Xu We dare to move. He wanted to approach Liu Zimang but hesitated, settling for a safe distance and lowering his voice. “With her backing you, who would dare make a move on you now? But be careful—this might also scare away your romantic prospects.”

 

Liu Zimang rolled her eyes. “I bet Song Cheng can not only scare away suitors but also cure social anxiety.”

 

Xu We choked, freezing in place to ponder this. He nodded thoughtfully. “You know, you might be right. Whenever she’s around, I don’t feel scared at all.”

 

Hearing this, Liu Zimang abruptly stopped walking and warned, “Don’t even think about having any ulterior motives toward her. If I find out you do, I’ll post all your embarrassing childhood stories online.”

 

Xu We panicked immediately. “She took someone’s leg just for glancing at you!” He shook his head vigorously. “Even if you gave me ten times the courage, I wouldn’t dare. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair.”

 

“You’d better,” Liu Zimang warned, her voice sharp. “Otherwise, hmph, you’ll be the next one with a broken leg.”

 

Xu We immediately retreated several steps, clamping his legs together.

 

So pathetic, she thought disdainfully. No wonder I can’t stand him.

 

With a haughty flick of her gaze, Liu Zimang turned and followed Xu Jinrong back into the garden.

 

Xu Jinrong noticed Song Tianfu and Wu Guifang’s awkwardness and took the initiative to strike up a conversation. Before long, the couple’s faces lit up with smiles, their bodies relaxing visibly.

 

Seeing this, Liu Zimang shifted her attention to Song Cheng, who was leaning against a large tree. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

 

Song Cheng shifted slightly, turning sideways to hide her exhaustion. “Why does there always have to be a reason? I do what I want.”

 

Liu Zimang lowered her gaze, concealing the disappointment in her eyes. “Will you always be this nice to me?”

 

Song Cheng murmured a soft “Mm-hmm,” resting her head against the tree trunk in an attempt to ease her fatigue.

 

Internally, she was already cursing Shen Gu to hell and back, vowing to kick him out the moment she returned. How dare he trick her like this?

 

“Nothing serious,” Song Cheng replied, but even the slightest movement left her utterly exhausted. This had never happened before.

 

Liu Zimang’s disappointment vanished at her response. She moved closer, tentatively leaning against Song Cheng.

 

Song Cheng, who had already closed her eyes, snapped them open when she felt Liu Zimang’s body against hers. A gentle breeze stirred, lifting Liu Zimang’s slightly curled hair, a strand of which drifted across her face. With each breath, the delicate fragrance of Liu Zimang’s skin mingled with the air, filling her nostrils like fermented wine, drawing her into an involuntary trance.

 

The sensation was unfamiliar, yet she didn’t resist. She closed her eyes again, letting Liu Zimang’s hair brush against her cheek with the wind.

 

But she had underestimated the intoxicating fragrance. As it permeated her body through her nostrils, it stirred her senses, consciously and unconsciously. Behind her closed eyelids, all she could see was Liu Zimang’s soft body and perfect curves, her bl00d beginning to surge uncontrollably.

 

No! How is this any different from that disgusting man?

 

Yet no matter how hard she tried to suppress it, the desire for Liu Zimang in her mind grew like a rampant vine, spiraling out of control.

 

What made it even worse was that the person behind her, oblivious to her malicious thoughts, leaned her entire body against Song Cheng.

 

Even through the fabric, Song Cheng could feel that maddening softness. She had already imagined how fair and delicate that soft skin must be.

 

Suddenly, she felt a touch on her calf. Glancing down, she saw nothing around her. There was only one explanation: Liu Zimang had done it.

 

To confirm this, she glanced at the three people chatting animatedly to her left, waited for the right moment, then turned abruptly, pressing Liu Zimang against the tree. She wrapped her arm around Liu Zimang’s waist to prevent her from falling. Once Liu Zimang had regained her balance, Song Cheng lowered her gaze to the foot Liu Zimang hadn’t yet lowered. “Do you even realize what you’re doing?”

 

Her gaze locked onto Liu Zimang’s soft, pink lips. Slowly, she rubbed her thumb across Liu Zimang’s slightly parted lips, her eyes burning with intensity. “Hmm?”

 

Liu Zimang’s ears flushed crimson under her gaze, a wave of shyness enveloping her.

 

But she couldn’t speak. Letting Song Cheng speak was her only remaining resolve.

 

“Even as a woman, I can barely endure this. If a man were subjected to this…” Song Cheng paused, her anger and jealousy surging like a spring at the mere thought of Liu Zimang seducing a man. Sensing Liu Zimang’s fear, she forcibly suppressed her fury.

 

It’s this woman right here, she thought, who dares to actively seduce me.

 

Doesn’t she realize that if I wanted to, I could devour her whole?

 

For now, she would reluctantly let her off. But if there was a next time, she would make Liu Zimang understand what it meant to invite disaster upon herself.

 

Releasing her tightly clenched fist, Song Cheng narrowed her eyes and coldly spat out, “I’d tear you apart and swallow you whole.”

 

Without waiting for Liu Zimang’s response, she turned and left.

 

She was afraid—afraid that if she lingered any longer, she would lose control of the beast within her and pin the exquisitely beautiful Liu Zimang beneath her, ravaging her mercilessly.

 

Liu Zimang had no idea how stunning she looked at that moment. If her usual expressionless demeanor made her seem like a noble goddess stepped straight out of a painting, her current state transformed her into a bewitching enchantress. A single glance from her could make countless hearts race.

 

Most importantly, Song Cheng still hadn’t deciphered Liu Zimang’s true feelings. What if Liu Zimang only saw her as a close friend?

 

Wouldn’t that scare her away?

 

Besides, she wasn’t even from this world. She would eventually have to return to the cultivation world. What would Liu Zimang do then, without any true q?

 

Song Cheng didn’t want to abandon Liu Zimang after leading her on, nor did she want to hurt her.

 

Little did she know, the moment she turned away, Liu Zimang’s face crumpled with hurt. A misty layer of tears welled up in her fox-like eyes as she gazed longingly at Song Cheng’s retreating figure.

 

The commotion drew the attention of the three people sitting in the nearby pavilion. Meeting their questioning gazes, Song Cheng offered no explanation and simply turned toward the main hall.

 

Seeing this, Song Tianfu and Wu Guifang immediately rose to their feet. After apologizing to Xu Jinrong, they hurried after her.

 

Once in the car, Wu Guifang couldn’t hold back any longer. She leaned forward, her voice laced with concern. “Are you feeling unwell?”

 

Song Cheng leaned weakly against the car window, her mind a jumble of thoughts. “I’m fine, just a little tired.”

 

“Then—” Wu Guifang’s voice tightened with anxiety. “Should we take you to the hospital? Is it… is it because of that thing earlier, the injury?”

 

Song Cheng shook her head. “I just need to sleep it off.”

 

Wu Guifang wanted to ask more, but seeing the weariness in Song Cheng’s eyes, she held her tongue. She decided to go home and ask Shen Gu if he knew what was wrong with their daughter.

 

Back home, Song Cheng marched straight to Shen Gu and grabbed him by the collar. “What’s going on?”

 

Shen Gu raised his hands defensively. “Y-you need to let go first. I-I’ve figured it out.”

 

Song Cheng didn’t release him. “Speak!”

 

Shen Gu tried to shake off her grip but gave up when he couldn’t. “According to the divination, your hidden health issues have begun to manifest. Do you feel unusually fatigued when fighting or experiencing strong emotions?”

 

Song Cheng remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

 

Shen Gu lowered his head, avoiding her gaze. “This can be resolved easily,” he ventured cautiously. “Just curb your pride and impatience, and—” He swallowed hard. “—abstain from sexual activity.”

 

Song Cheng let out a cold laugh, her eyes fixed on him with a sinister intensity. “I think you should abstain from food.”

 

Shen Gu raised his hands again. “I swear everything I’ve said today is true! If I’ve uttered a single lie, may I be cursed to poverty for life!”

 

“The yellow earth is practically up to your neck. Are you sure you still have a chance to strike it rich?” Noticing the fleeting pain in Shen Gu’s eyes, she realized her words had been too harsh. She cleared her throat, didn’t wait for his reply, released him, and turned to walk upstairs.

 

As she walked, she kept pondering Shen Gu’s words, still harboring doubts about what he had said.

 

“You can claim I’ll never be wealthy, but you can’t deny the accuracy of my divination. If you don’t quit those three vices, the consequences will only worsen!” Shen Gu shouted from downstairs.

 

Meanwhile, back at home, Liu Zimang sat blankly on the sofa, oblivious even when Zhang Yux handed her a glass of water.

 

She couldn’t understand why Song Cheng had suddenly left. She had clearly sensed Song Cheng’s own feelings when they touched.

 

If she feels something too, why did she leave?

 

Leaning forward, she rested her chin in her hand. “Tell me,” she murmured, “if she likes me too, why is she avoiding me?”

 

Zhang Yux rolled her eyes, set the glass on the coffee table, and sat opposite Liu Zimang. “Do you think everyone’s like you, liking the same s3x?” She tilted her head and clicked her tongue. “With Song Cheng’s personality, if she truly liked you, she wouldn’t care about societal norms.”

 

Not noticing Liu Zimang’s slightly pale complexion, Zhang Yux stroked her chin and gazed out the window. “You said she doesn’t like you, right? That rich kid just glanced at you, and Song Cheng nearly broke his leg.”

 

At this, she straightened up abruptly and turned to Liu Zimang. “Didn’t you say she has a good relationship with her parents? Could she be worried about their disapproval?”

 

Liu Zimang’s face fell even further, her lower lip pressed tightly between her teeth. Her hands, resting on her lap, unconsciously fidgeted, her thumb tapping restlessly.

 

“I… I was just talking nonsense,” Liu Zimang mumbled. “If you care so much about her feelings, why don’t you just ask her directly? It’s better than sitting here speculating.”

 

Liu Zimang shook her head firmly. “I already liked her comment asking her to take responsibility. How much clearer can I make it? I can’t be the one to initiate again. You always said, ‘The easier something is to get, the less it’s valued—especially when it’s practically handed to you.'”

 

Zhang Yux: “……”

 

Liu Zimang clenched her fist and slammed it against the sofa. “I don’t care what she’s worried about. She has to be the one to say it first.”

 

The next morning, Song Cheng opened her eyes and sat up in bed, immediately realizing that the fatigue from the previous day hadn’t dissipated. Her brow furrowed in frustration.

 

After washing up with a tense expression, she went downstairs to eat. Shen Gu, holding a bowl of rice, sat down beside her. “How are you feeling? Still tired?”

 

She pressed her lips together, refusing to answer.

 

Oblivious to the danger, Shen Gu continued, “This condition will only worsen as time goes on. Give me a few more days, and I might be able to divine a solution.”

 

Song Cheng clenched her fist, but relaxed it at the last half of his sentence. “Five days.”

 

Shen Gu stood up from his chair. “Divination is about peering into the will of Heaven. To do so is to defy Heaven’s order, and it shortens one’s lifespan. You… you can’t possibly impose a time limit on this!”

 

“Four days,” Song Cheng said softly.

 

Knowing there was no room for negotiation, Shen Gu quickly conceded, “Five days it is! I’ll give you the results in five days.” With that, he slammed down his chopsticks and stomped off toward the back garden, huffing in anger.

 

Wu Guifang and Song Tianfu had been worried all night after hearing Shen Gu’s words the previous evening. Now, unable to contain their anxiety any longer, Wu Guifang cautiously said, “Chengz, if Half-Immortal Shen’s words are true, you must take care of your emotions. Don’t worry, if there’s a solution, we’re willing to spend every last penny.”

 

Song Tianfu nodded in agreement. “Exactly! If you’re sick, get treatment. Don’t avoid seeking medical help.”

 

Song Cheng’s heavy heart instantly warmed at their words. She forced a smile. “Thank you. I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

 

After finishing her meal, Song Cheng took a car straight to Phoenix Sky Entertainment.

 

Arriving earlier than the previous day, she found Yang Qiong hadn’t yet arrived at the music room. Thinking she might as well pass the time, she placed her phone on the desk and walked over to the electronic piano.

 

This time, she didn’t play the melody in her head. Instead, she channeled her frustration through the notes, just as she had done in the cultivation world.

 

Outside the music room, Liu Zimang instinctively headed toward it upon arriving at Phoenix Sky Entertainment. From a distance, she spotted Yang Qiong standing outside. As she approached, she realized Yang Qiong was peering through the window at Song Cheng inside.

 

“You can tell from the melody that she’s in a bad mood,” Yang Qiong said, stroking her chin with one hand.

 

Liu Zimang immediately recalled Zhang Yux’s words from yesterday, her heart leaping into her throat.

 

Yang Qiong glanced sideways at her. “Don’t worry too much. She just needs to vent. Once she’s released her negative emotions, she’ll be fine.”

 

Liu Zimang’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, her voice barely a whisper. “Will she really be okay?”

 

“Absolutely. Letting negative emotions control her isn’t her style,” Yang Qiong said, patting Liu Zimang’s shoulder. “Now that she’s vented, we can go in.”

 

Liu Zimang instinctively followed Yang Qiong’s steps, but when they reached the door, she couldn’t bring herself to move. She was afraid—afraid that Song Cheng, having finally figured things out, would reject her outright.

 

Song Cheng was the light she had finally managed to grasp, and she couldn’t bear to let it slip through her fingers before she had even held it properly.

 

Noticing Liu Zimang hadn’t followed, Yang Qiong turned back. “What’s wrong?” Then, as if struck by a thought, she glanced at Song Cheng. “Did you two have a fight?”