Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 36: The CEO’s Mind is an Ocean Needle

Song Shiye rushed in front of Sang Ning, spreading his arms wide to shield her behind him.

In front of them, an iron rod was raised high in the air and then swung down fiercely toward him.

Song Shiye resigned himself to fate, shutting his eyes tightly, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, slightly pale.

The pain he expected didn’t come. He opened his eyes and felt his collar being grabbed from behind. The next moment, he was picked up like a chick by Sang Ning and placed off to the side.

Just like that, the two narrowly avoided the iron rod smashing down heavily.

Song Shiye: ???

"Kids, stay off to the side," Sang Ning said flatly. Her tone was light, but carried unmistakable authority.

[I mean, I’m sorry, but I can’t stop laughing. The clueless look on Xiao Ye’s face when he got lifted was just too funny.]

[Song Shiye: I’m over 180 cm tall, and you think you can just pick me up like that? Don’t I deserve some dignity?]

[Sang Ning really acts like a protective mother hen right now.]

[Excuse me, but Sang Ning’s maternal instincts are too overwhelming. I officially can’t ship the Shi Ning couple anymore.]

After putting Song Shiye off to the side, Sang Ning turned around and knocked down a burly man who was trying to attack her from behind with a swift side kick.

"Don’t let the bastard with the camera get away either! Take that camera from him!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two burly men started chasing after the cameraman.

Sang Ning reached the cameraman first. When the two burly men approached, she threw a punch at one and delivered a sweeping kick to the other, finishing both of them in an instant.

"Get the camera first!"

The leader gave the order, then charged in with his companions, surrounding Sang Ning and the cameraman.

Each attacker looked ferocious, their eyes bloodshot, their fists and swinging rods aimed to deal heavy, lethal blows.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved at the corners of Sang Ning’s lips. She slowly shook her head. "Is this the best you’ve got?"

Lightly tapping her toes, Sang Ning leapt into the air and landed on one man’s shoulders. Then, using him as a pivot, she steadied herself and swept her leg in a wide arc, knocking down the others who were rushing toward her.

Her kicks were calculated precisely—targeted at specific pressure points that inflicted excruciating pain but left no visible injuries that a hospital exam could detect.

These men wouldn’t recover for at least six months.

The courtyard erupted with shouts of pain. The man beneath Sang Ning desperately wanted to fight back, but for some reason, he seemed under her control.

He couldn’t strike her and instead could only move obediently in the direction Sang Ning dictated.

[I have every reason to suspect this man is an undercover ally—he follows wherever Sang Ning moves. Clearly, he’s friendly forces.]

[Look at Sang Ning’s smooth, fluid fighting moves. How many people in the entertainment industry can pull that off?]

[Let me responsibly tell you: None! Sang Ning’s moves are real combat. This isn’t the staged choreography you see in acting.]

[After this show wraps up, I absolutely need to hear that Sang Ning has joined the cast of a martial arts drama!]

It didn’t take long for Sang Ning to incapacitate all the burly men in the courtyard.

Each man clutched at the spots Sang Ning had kicked, groaning and howling in pain.

Sang Ning stepped off the man’s shoulders, crossed her arms, and looked at him coldly. "Do you want a kick too?"

The man’s expression was a whirlwind of emotions—panic, terror, confusion, helplessness...

"N-no... no need..."

"I’ll do it myself..."

In the end, he punched himself in the stomach and collapsed to the ground in pain, joining the chorus of groans.

[I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but in such a serious moment, I feel like laughing out loud. Sang Ning is so much like a female devil extinguishing entire families!]

[Who’s the real villain here? Look at what she’s done—forcing someone to hit themselves just to avoid her kicking them.]

[Am I the only one who thinks Sang Ning’s performance looks staged? This is obviously a scripted scenario by the show’s production team!]

[Yes, you’re the only one. Lonely orphan, why are you here again? If you’re calling it scripted, then jump on someone’s shoulders and show me how it’s done.]

[Haha, orphan insults your dad now? Do you not know there’s such a thing as wire work? An entire grown woman taking down so many tall men effortlessly—only gullible fools like you believe that!]

The live chat exploded into heated arguments.

On the plane, Li Juezhou’s tightly wound nerves finally began to relax.

He rubbed his brow and murmured under his breath, "Turn around and head home."

The pilot was puzzled—weren’t they about to reach Yuan Village? Why was there suddenly a change in plans?

Still, he respectfully replied, "Understood, Mr. Li!"

Just as the pilot began to turn the plane around, Li Juezhou’s low voice rang out again. "Forget it, don’t turn around. Keep heading to Yuan Village."

The pilot secretly pursed his lips. The boss’s mind was as deep and unpredictable as the ocean—utterly impossible to fathom.

Li Juezhou gazed out at the pitch-black sky through the window, listening intently to the chaotic sound of his own heartbeat.

Somewhere deep in his heart, a voice was shouting madly: Go see her, even if it’s just one glance!

Back in the courtyard, now that all the men had been defeated, Hu Zhi instantly sprang back to life.

She charged up to the burly leader who had been verbally insulting her moments ago and began kicking him furiously. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"You had the nerve to insult me? Didn’t you just say I’m a washed-up old hag with lingering charm?"

"Well, I’ll show you! Not only do I have lingering charm, but I’ve got amazing fighting skills too! I’ll beat you to death, you worthless scumbag!"

Hu Zhi’s eyes burned red with rage as she stomped mercilessly. The leader, already beaten senseless by Sang Ning, could no longer even cry out. He could only moan weakly in pain.

The cameraman nearly shoved the lens into Hu Zhi’s face, but Sang Ning walked over, raised her hand, and blocked the camera. Her expression was serious.

"There’s no need to film these violent scenes. It could mislead the audience in a harmful way."

The cameraman, hesitant to argue, reluctantly tilted the camera skyward, focusing instead on the bright moon high above.

[Xiao Zhao, don’t listen to Sang Ning! We want scenes of scumbags getting beaten—it’s cathartic!]

[Xiao Zhao: Folks, listen to me. Teacher Sang Ning wants you to appreciate the moon instead.]

[Double-standard Ning is killing me. Wasn’t her own beatdown visibly more violent earlier?]

Although the camera now only showed the moon, viewers could still clearly hear the sounds coming from the courtyard.

The leader let loose a pitiful wolf-like howl, sounding so feeble it was as if he were on the verge of death.

Soon after, it seemed Sang Ning stepped in to stop Hu Zhi: "That’s enough; that’s far enough."

Netizens were puzzled. Why had Sang Ning suddenly become so compassionate? Shouldn’t she be letting her mom vent her frustration by continuing to pummel the man?

Sang Ning’s voice rang out again.

"When subjected to illegal harm, using necessary countermeasures to ensure personal safety is called self-defense."

"However, once the attacker loses the ability to harm, continuing to beat them relentlessly transitions into intentional assault."

"If you hit too hard and accidentally kill them, you’ll end up being arrested by the police."

Hu Zhi was frightened and quickly stopped her kicking.

[I can’t stop laughing. No wonder Sang Ning didn’t let Xiao Zhao film earlier. When she was fighting, it was self-defense and okay to record. But her mom’s beating was intentional assault and couldn’t be filmed.]

[Sang Ning is so protective—it’s hilarious. She could’ve stopped her mom right away but deliberately nudged the camera away first, let her mom vent, and then feigned being responsible.]

[Sang Ning being both badass and fiercely protective—I’m obsessed!]