In the end, Ning Shu warned An Rong to remember her earlier gesture. "You should be careful of Ling Xue. She can kill without leaving a trace." Leaning in closer, she whispered, "I heard that Ling Xue is the boss of a gang and has a lot of subordinates."
An Rong pulled back, sneering, "If you're going to talk, just talk. What's with leaning in so close, lower-class person? Does Ling Xue really look like a gang leader?"
Ning Shu rolled her eyes internally. Who said all gang leaders had to look rough and tough? But she couldn't be bothered to argue anymore. She had warned An Rong; it was up to her to heed the advice.
Reflecting on the original host's grudges and An Rong's constant jabs about her status, Ning Shu decided that one moonless, windy night, she'd throw a sack over An Rong's head and give her a serious beating. This girl's attitude was infuriating!
As she munched on her snacks, a shiny pair of black shoes came to a halt in front of her. Looking up, she saw the clueless prince, his halo shining bright.
"Come with me," Leng Ao said, peering down at her. A flicker of disgust crossed his face as he noticed juice dribbling from her mouth. "I need to talk to you about something."
Without waiting for a response, he turned and started to walk away, clearly expecting her to follow.
Ning Shu felt a surge of defiance and almost decided not to go, but something in his demeanor made her curious. Despite his disdain, he had sought her out. Something was definitely up.
She had no illusions that he suddenly found her appealing. Please, this guy was just a loyal servant to the female lead!
If she managed to eliminate Ling Xue, maybe this clueless prince would stop being manipulated. It was a crude but effective plan.
Ning Shu scanned the ballroom but didn't spot Ling Xue, and a feeling of unease washed over her. She hurried after Leng Ao. "Where are you taking me?"
"Just follow me. Why are you asking so many questions?" he replied, his tone dripping with disdain.
Feeling increasingly anxious, Ning Shu attempted to turn and run, but Leng Ao's hand shot out, grabbing her collar.
He was on the verge of losing his patience. Seeing this "lower-class person" resist him was infuriating!
"Don't make me use force, lower-class person," he warned, pulling her closer. He was used to girls swooning over him; they never resisted. A single look from him was enough to make them compliant.
"Don't test my patience, and stop trying to get my attention by acting uninterested. I'm not interested in you," he gritted out, clearly fed up.
He gestured for the security guard standing nearby. A guard in black swiftly approached and seized Ning Shu's arm. She instinctively reached for the gun at her waist, but the guard was too quick.
She found herself dragged toward Leng Ao, feeling like a puppet on a string.