Eldest Senior Sister Became a Sensation After Being Blacklisted Online - Chapter 34

Song Cheng froze slightly, unsure how to respond to Liu Zimang. She couldn’t tell her the truth, and she couldn’t lie.

Sensing this, Liu Zimang kicked her foot angrily, sending a large splash of water into the air.

Seeing this, Song Cheng opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

She carefully set Liu Zimang down on the ground. To her surprise, Liu Zimang pushed her away forcefully as soon as her feet touched the ground and ran toward the changing room.

Song Cheng took a step to follow, but after only two steps, Liu Zimang’s voice rang out: “Don’t follow me.”

Forced to stop, Song Cheng watched helplessly as Liu Zimang changed and stormed off in a rage.

As Liu Zimang’s figure receded into the distance, Song Cheng belatedly tore her gaze away from the retreating figure, quickly changed, and hurried outside to chase after her.

Despite her haste, by the time she reached the parking lot, she could only see the taillights of a car disappearing down the road.

She sighed, glanced around, and decided to walk down the mountain.

After about ten minutes, she vaguely noticed several figures ahead, their shadows crisscrossing. The sounds carried on the wind revealed they were fighting. She looked up at the moonlit, starry sky, and the phrase involuntarily surfaced in her mind: On a dark and windy night, murder and robbery thrive.

She shook her head, banishing the inappropriate thoughts from her mind, and continued walking forward.

“Stop, stop, stop! Someone’s coming!”

The warning did nothing to deter the three men who had the upper hand. One of them, a blond-haired man, scoffed dismissively. “So what if someone’s coming? I’ll keep beating him anyway.” With that, he raised his fist and slammed it down on the person beneath him.

“You picked the wrong person to mess with, daring to cross your Grandpa Sun! If I don’t kill you today, I’ll disgrace my family name,” Huang Mao sneered.

By this time, Song Cheng had drawn closer. She glanced sideways and saw the man Huang Mao was pinning down and brutally beating. His face was already swollen into a pig-like mess, and his breathing was shallow.

“What are you looking at?” Huang Mao rolled up his sleeves and stood up. When Song Cheng ignored him, he strode over and reached out to grab her, but she easily evaded his grasp.

Song Cheng glanced at Huang Mao’s tightening fist and continued walking forward.

This infuriated Huang Mao. He reached out again, trying to grab her shoulder. “Did I say you could leave?”

Earlier, Song Cheng had been inclined to ignore the situation, preferring to avoid trouble. Besides, the man being beaten clearly had some martial arts training; his inability to retaliate simply meant he was outmatched.

But now was different. This man was repeatedly provoking her.

Without hesitation, she swiftly seized Huang Mao’s wrist in a counter-grip.

Huang Mao froze for only a moment. In the blink of an eye, he gritted his teeth and swung his other fist at Song Cheng.

Song Cheng narrowed her eyes, dodged the blow, and kicked Huang Mao in the abdomen, sending him flying over a meter away.

The scene stunned everyone present, including the two men who had been beaten.

Enraged, Huang Mao braced himself on one hand, enduring the pain as he struggled to his feet. His eyes locked onto Song Cheng. “I was careless before,” he snarled. “But this time… hmph.” Before he could finish, he lunged at her again.

Song Cheng paid no attention to Huang Mao’s empty threats. She continued circulating the Tranquil Mind Manual while effortlessly countering his attacks.

As they exchanged blows, she realized Huang Mao possessed genuine skill. Among the Ancient Martial Arts Families of Lingnan, he would rank among the top practitioners.

Unfortunately for him, he had crossed paths with her.

Having deciphered Huang Mao’s fighting style, she lost interest in prolonging the fight. With a backflip kick, she sent him flying again.

This time, Huang Mao wasn’t so lucky. He landed three meters away, sprawling on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Huang Mao’s companions retreated in terror. Huang Mao was their strongest fighter, and if even he could be so thoroughly crushed by Song Cheng, none of them dared to step forward.

Humiliated and injured, Huang Mao struggled to his feet, glaring at his companions. “What are you afraid of? Three of you can’t take down one woman?”

His words stopped the retreating trio. They exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and launched their attack on Song Cheng.

Song Cheng glanced at her wrist, realizing they had already wasted ten minutes. She abandoned her restraint, and within a few breaths, all three men were sent flying in parabolic arcs to land heavily on the ground.

“You… who are you? Do you know who I am? You’ve crossed me now, and I guarantee you won’t leave M City alive.” Facing Song Cheng’s icy gaze, Huang Mao felt a chill run down his spine, but he forced himself to deliver the threat.

Song Cheng scoffed. “Don’t know you.” With that, she clapped her hands, turned, and continued walking down the road.

After only a few steps, the once-dark road suddenly lit up.

Had Ziman come back for her?

Shielding her eyes from the blinding headlights, she scrutinized the approaching vehicle. Once she recognized the model and license plate, her lingering anxiety finally subsided.

Ziman has come to pick me up. She must not be angry with me anymore.

Inside the car, Zhao Q, the driver, had a clear view of the scene ahead. A few meters away, several figures lay sprawled awkwardly on the ground. The five-meter-wide road was sparsely lined with osmanthus trees, their bases originally surrounded by lush, verdant wild grass—now either crushed beneath the injured men or bent and trampled by the weight of the struggle.

Could someone have been killed?

Realizing this, Zhao Q immediately swallowed hard.

Though Liu Zimang, seated in the back, couldn’t see as clearly as Zhao Q, she needed no further confirmation. Song Cheng had gotten into another fight.

The moment she saw the expressions on the men on the ground, Liu Zimang’s brow furrowed deeply. Does she ever take her safety seriously?

What if she’d been outnumbered?

She didn’t dare dwell on the thought. Her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, and her lips trembled slightly.

Bang, bang, bang…

Seeing that Liu Zimang hadn’t gotten out of the car, Song Cheng strode over and rapped sharply on the window, signaling Zhao Q to unlock the doors.

Zhao Q turned to Liu Zimang, seeking her approval.

Still shaken by fear, especially now that the men on the ground had risen, Liu Zimang nodded hastily. “Open it.”

Hearing the unlocking sound, Song Cheng leaped into the car and hurried toward Liu Zimang’s seat.

Determined to hide her emotions, Liu Zimang turned away. “Sit in the front.”

Song Cheng reluctantly withdrew her foot and settled into the nearest seat.

Once she was seated, Zhao Q shifted into reverse and drove away under the furious glares of Huang Mao and his gang.

It wasn’t until they had driven two or three kilometers that Liu Zimang’s ragged breathing finally returned to normal. She glared at the seat in front of her and kicked it hard in frustration. “Song Cheng, you bastard!”

Hearing her voice, Song Cheng immediately leaned forward, resting her chin on the seatback to gaze at Liu Zimang’s profile. She swallowed hard and spoke cautiously, “Ziman, I’m sorry. I…”

“What? You want to say you have some unspeakable secret, something you can’t tell me right now?” Liu Zimang’s voice trembled with anger, her chin quivering.

Every time, every single time, Song Cheng refused to tell her anything.

When she had stormed off in anger, leaving Song Cheng behind, one question had haunted her: What did she mean to Song Cheng?

Song Cheng froze, her lips moving soundlessly for a long moment before she could speak.

Liu Zimang’s agitation grew with Song Cheng’s response. Tears welled in her fox-like eyes as her voice trembled, “Song Cheng, do you really love me?”

Without hesitation, Song Cheng replied, “Of course.”

Tears streamed down Liu Zimang’s cheeks as she shook her head. “No, you don’t love me. I can’t feel your love.”

Song Cheng scrambled to her feet, accidentally bumping her head against the car roof. Ignoring the pain, she rushed to Liu Zimang’s side and pulled her into a tight embrace. “Ziman, listen to me. My situation is too complicated. I…” She bit her lip. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to accept it.”

At those final words, Liu Zimang stopped struggling, though she still clutched Song Cheng’s clothes tightly.

“I borrowed the Tranquil Mind Manual from the Xu Clan. Once I master it, my physical condition will be resolved. I’m about to break through from the second to the third layer. Just give me a little more time, okay?” Song Cheng coaxed gently.

She knew Liu Zimang was angry because she cared deeply for her. Similarly, Song Cheng hesitated to reveal her true origins because she cared too much for Liu Zimang.

She feared that Liu Zimang would recoil from her, treating her like a monster.

Liu Zimang pressed her lips together, silent. The pain in her heart still burned fiercely.

Even now, she still couldn’t bring herself to tell Liu Zimang.

Was she really that untrustworthy?

Before she could delve deeper into this thought, another one surfaced: Would you be willing to tell Song Cheng about your shameful past?

No, she wouldn’t. Not because she feared reopening old wounds, but because she dreaded Song Cheng pitying her.

She didn’t want pity tainting Song Cheng’s feelings for her, nor did she need her sympathy.

So, what right do you have to blame Song Cheng for keeping secrets? You’re both the same kind of person. These words echoed in her mind, gradually dispelling her resentment toward Song Cheng.

Song Cheng, unaware of Liu Zimang’s inner turmoil, tightened her grip around Liu Zimang’s waist, maintaining the embrace even after the car stopped.

Noticing that Liu Zimang had fallen asleep, she gestured for Zhao Q to be quiet and carried her to their room.

Fortunately, the hotel’s security measures allowed guests to access the presidential suite floor directly from the underground parking garage without stopping, eliminating the risk of being seen.

After carefully removing Liu Zimang’s makeup and wiping her body with a damp towel, Song Cheng retreated to the outer room.

Determined to fulfill her promise to Liu Zimang as soon as possible, she stayed up all night, dedicating every moment to practicing the Tranquil Mind Manual.

Just as she finished washing up, Song Cheng heard footsteps approaching outside the corridor. Within moments, the doorbell rang.

The sound caught Liu Zimang’s attention as well. Having also finished washing up, she emerged from the inner room and, seeing Song Cheng hadn’t moved, stepped forward herself.

Song Cheng swiftly grabbed her arm, lowered her voice, and narrowed her eyes at the door. “Trouble has found us. Wait for me inside.”

The people outside had lost their patience, simultaneously ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door. “Open up!”

The angry voice left no doubt about their hostile intentions, making Liu Zimang’s heart race. “Should we call the police?”

“Not yet,” Song Cheng replied, pulling Liu Zimang toward the inner room. Ignoring her protests, she closed the door. “I won’t rest until I know you’re safe.”

Liu Zimang didn’t fully absorb her words, but the thought of becoming a burden to Song Cheng forced her to calm down.

Withdrawing her hand from the door handle, she remembered something and hurried to the bedside table. Grabbing her phone, she began dialing.

Meanwhile, Song Cheng had already opened the door.

Eight people stood outside—six men and two women—their eyes burning with anger.

The leader tried to barge in, but Song Cheng blocked him with her hand. “It’s too cramped inside. There’s no room to maneuver.”