Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Giving You a Surprise
A kind soul had already gone inside to call the head director, so Sang Ning simply shifted to a corner to continue being a human mushroom.
She was getting impatient from waiting and was so bored that she started drawing circles on the ground for entertainment.
Just then, someone suddenly grabbed her hand and yanked her up forcefully: "Didn’t I tell you this matter ends here? Why are you running here to find me?"
Sang Ning: ???
Sang Ning was suddenly dumbfounded for a moment. She was about to throw a punch, but quickly realized it was Wan Shaohu who had come.
Wait a minute, Sang Ning was starting to doubt herself. She had only casually made up a script for herself—how did the plot actually come true?
Wan Shaohu dragged Sang Ning through multiple twists and turns to a secluded corner, then into an elevator, going all the way down to the parking lot. Without saying a word, he shoved Sang Ning into the back seat of his car.
Once she had settled in the back seat, Sang Ning felt the direction of things was downright absurd.
Wan Shaohu—seriously? He didn’t even recognize her!
Even so, Sang Ning didn’t say anything.
From the moment Wan Shaohu started the engine to when the car exited the parking lot, she remained silent the entire time.
Which worked perfectly fine. Sang Ning had been worried about security cameras earlier, but now the situation was different. Since Wan Shaohu was the one who had actively dragged her out, whatever happened next had nothing to do with her.
"You b*tch! Didn’t I tell you already? You can’t keep the child! It has to go! And you can’t come to the TV station looking for me! Are you treating everything I say like it’s just background noise?"
Wan Shaohu was a little frantic. He was terrified that people at work would find out about this. So when Chen Yuan told him earlier that the mistress had shown up, his first reaction was to quickly get her out of the TV building.
Only after the car had fully left the TV station did Wan Shaohu finally feel his tense nerves relax slightly.
The person in the back seat wasn’t reacting at all—no shouting, no crying out of grievance.
Wan Shaohu found it strange. This person seemed unusually quiet today.
He glanced back at the rear seat through the rear-view mirror: "Say something! Why aren’t you saying anything? Cat got your tongue?"
"Qian Shuang, I’ve already given you breakup money. You’ve caused enough trouble, haven’t you? You cut your hair short deliberately to signal a clean break, didn’t you? But now that you’ve cut your hair, you’re still clinging to me like glue. Qian Shuang, you’re really shameless!"
Wan Shaohu ground his teeth in frustration. He had assumed Qian Shuang was a sensible woman who knew how to play the game.
"So what if you’re pregnant? Which man hasn’t had slip-ups during his carefree moments? I’ve already made it clear to you—I’m not getting a divorce. Don’t even think about using the child to tie me down. Did you go through with the procedure or not?"
The person in the back seat still didn’t respond. Wan Shaohu suddenly grew uneasy.
He feared that Qian Shuang might go for broke and expose everything to his wife. The tough act he was putting on was just an attempt to intimidate her.
If she really lost her mind and decided to drag him down with her, he’d be forced to soften his stance and coax her kindly.
"Wan Shaohu." Sang Ning suddenly spoke, calling out to the man in the driver’s seat.
"What? Say it quickly—let’s keep this clean and straightforward like adults." Hearing that the person behind him still seemed emotionally stable, Wan Shaohu’s tone quickly turned nasty.
But he soon noticed something was off: "Wait... Qian Shuang, why does your voice suddenly sound so nice?"
Wan Shaohu glanced at the rear-view mirror, puzzled. The person in the back seat indeed had short hair, but her bangs were long and covered most of her face, leaving only her chin visible—a chin that matched his memory of Qian Shuang’s.
"Director Wan, Wan Shaohu, if I call you, do you dare to answer?" Sang Ning could barely hold back her laughter. She truly hadn’t expected the NPC to deliver everything right to her doorstep.
"Why call me big bro?" Wan Shaohu found Qian Shuang’s voice had improved, softening his tone toward her in response.
Sang Ning tore off the wig on her head and sneered: "I’m calling my grandson!"
Wan Shaohu turned around, and the moment he saw that the person in the back seat was Sang Ning, he panicked, jerking the steering wheel hard and slamming to a stop at the roadside.
"I-I-I-I..."
"Y-Y-Y-Y..."
"S-S-S-S..."
Wan Shaohu stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
At that moment, Sang Ning raised her phone high, a faint smirk curving her lips. In the next second, she tapped the screen, and Wan Shaohu’s earlier words began to play out from the phone’s speaker.
Wan Shaohu froze, his complexion instantly turning ghostly pale.
"Surprise~" Sang Ning exclaimed, her voice exaggerated and jubilant.
Wan Shaohu’s face turned even whiter. Surprise your mother!
"Grandson, get out of the car and sit in the passenger seat." Sang Ning kicked the back of his seat expressionlessly.
At this moment, although Wan Shaohu’s face was deathly pale, his eyes burned with resentment.
Sang Ning waved her phone lazily in front of Wan Shaohu: "Grandson, don’t want to obey, huh?"
Wan Shaohu planned to strike back, suddenly reaching out to snatch the phone from Sang Ning. But she grabbed his wrist effortlessly and gave it a "gentle" twist backward—a move so painful that Wan Shaohu screamed at the top of his lungs: "My hand is broken! My hand is broken!"
"How pitiful. In your current condition, you’re clearly not fit to drive anymore. Hurry up and crawl to the passenger seat!" Sang Ning kicked the backrest again, her tone fierce.
Wan Shaohu gritted his teeth against the pain, quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, and scrambled to the passenger seat.
Cars in the traffic behind them were honking incessantly. Sang Ning opened the rear door, walked around to the driver’s side, opened the front door, and sat down in the driver’s seat.
Wan Shaohu was fuming, but Sang Ning effortlessly took control of the car, driving with smooth confidence as if it were her own.
"Sang Ning, this is outright robbery! Don’t think I won’t call the police and have you arrested right now!"
"Feel free to call. As long as you’re not afraid of having your scandal exposed." Sang Ning stared ahead, focusing on the road without sparing Wan Shaohu a glance.
With leverage in her hands, Wan Shaohu quickly calmed down, his tone turning sinister: "Sang Ning, it’s just a recording. You really think you can ruin me with that? You’re too naive!"
Wan Shaohu thought of a hundred ways to clear his name. The best method was to shift the blame onto Sang Ning.
He could claim Sang Ning, dissatisfied with the program team, had maliciously retaliated by fabricating audio using AI technology. Later, he’d arrange for a "professional organization" to conduct a so-called verification, clearing himself perfectly.
Then he’d generate dirt on Sang Ning, hire a team of trolls to slander her online, and successfully divert the public’s attention onto her.
Throughout his scheming, Sang Ning remained silent, and the quiet made Wan Shaohu increasingly nervous—nervous enough to temporarily ignore the pain in his wrist.
"Sang Ning, with that trash PR team of yours, I suggest you not even try. You won’t even know how you ended up destroyed in the end."
Wan Shaohu attempted to crush Sang Ning’s psychological defenses with words, but Sang Ning simply performed a sharp drift, causing Wan Shaohu’s head to smack heavily against the car door.