Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 72 The Feeling of Wanting to Vomit Blood

Li Juezhou’s eyelid twitched. The girl on the other end of the phone confirmed once again, "Xiao Li, does this work? Or should I call you Xiao Zhou?"

Sang Ning didn’t think it was a problem. When she called Song Shiye "Xiao Ye," it didn’t feel awkward at all.

Two-character names were always better, like Shen Yi’s—easy to say without any fuss.

"I’m 28 this year. If I recall correctly, you’re younger than me. Isn’t calling me Xiao Li or Xiao Zhou a bit inappropriate?" Li Juezhou’s tone was methodical, yet devoid of any annoyance.

Sang Ning hadn’t expected this guy to care so much about age hierarchy. It turned out she had been thoughtlessly rude.

She rubbed her chin, thought for a moment, and then lazily spoke again, "Uncle Li, does that sound better?"

For some reason, even though Li Juezhou was the same age as Qin Kai, calling him "Brother Kai" felt natural, whereas calling him "Brother Zhou" somehow felt off.

So calling him "Uncle" should be fine, right? It would even show a junior’s respect to a senior.

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Li Juezhou froze with the phone in his grasp, a wave of discomfort rising in his chest—it felt like he might cough up blood.

According to a normal girl’s train of thought, shouldn’t she just call him "Brother"?

But no, she went ahead and bumped him up a whole generation.

With a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Li Juezhou said helplessly, "I’m not old enough for you to call me Uncle, am I? If you’re willing to consider me a friend, calling me Azhou is perfectly fine. That’s what all my friends call me."

"Azhou." Sang Ning finally relented. Someone who was willing to lend her money for her mom’s medical treatment—how could she possibly claim not to see him as a friend?

Li Juezhou’s expression finally softened as he asked, "Then, how do your friends usually address you?"

Friends? Sang Ning was puzzled—did she even have friends?

Before she arrived here, the original Sang Ning had a notoriously arrogant and domineering personality. People in her circle hated her, secretly calling her "Sang, you Bitch." Even those who acted politely toward her were mostly intimidated, and would either call her "Ancestor" or something akin to that. None of them qualified as friends.

The only one who might count was Song Shiye, whom she met after joining this rural reality show.

The kid had been pretty warm toward her; he probably saw her as a friend, right?

Thinking of this, Sang Ning replied to Li Juezhou, "He usually calls me Sister Sangsang."

Li Juezhou was particularly sensitive to the word "he." Was Sang Ning really saying she had only one friend? Was it a guy or a girl?

An image of Song Shiye’s perpetually smiling face popped into his mind. Surely it wasn’t that kid, right?

As the smile that had been creeping onto his face vanished, a few figurative storm clouds gathered. Nevertheless, his voice betrayed no hint of his mood as he said, "Calling you Sister doesn’t suit me either. How about I call you Sangsang? You don’t mind, do you?"

Sang Ning was about to respond when the film crew showed up, yelling at her from around the corner in an exaggeratedly desperate tone—

"Sister Sang, my dear ancestor, you’ve disappeared again just in a matter of minutes!"

"Fine, I’ll add you on WeChat later. Just make sure to accept my request." Sang Ning hurriedly ended the call. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Even though the clip where President Wang handed her the phone was captured on camera, the moment she sneakily pulled it out wasn’t recorded.

The guests’ phones had all been confiscated. If the audience found out she was blatantly using hers on the show, it wouldn’t be a good look.

After hanging up, Li Juezhou’s mood improved drastically, leaving his assistant scratching his head when he came in to report something.

Mr. Li’s breezy demeanor—could it mean there’s good news?

The assistant’s curiosity burned like an itch he couldn’t scratch, but he only dared to speculate silently. His expression remained perfectly composed as he stood before Li Juezhou and respectfully said, "Mr. Li, it’s time to board the plane."

"Got it." Li Juezhou’s smile vanished as he calmly saved Sang Ning’s phone number.

He opened WeChat and, seeing that Sang Ning hadn’t sent a friend request, used her number to search for her profile and sent the request himself.

After finishing all this, he stood up leisurely and returned to his usual aloof demeanor.

"Sister Sang, I’m begging you, stop disappearing like that! If Director Sun finds out, my paycheck will definitely be docked!" The cameraman looked as if he were pleading to the heavens and the earth in frustration.

Sang Ning gestured toward the public restroom ahead: "Handling some personal business—want to follow me in?"

The cameraman wilted and stopped talking.

He couldn’t help but recall how her mom once used the same excuse to dodge the cameras; she disappeared for ages...

Thank goodness Sang Ning didn’t stir up any outrageous drama this time. Otherwise, he might have sighed that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

When Sang Ning and the cameraman returned to the market, the other guests were still picking out ingredients.

It was already past lunchtime, though dinner was still hours away. The guests decided to grab some barbecue supplies so they could whip up a snack to tide them over until dinner.

Grandma Song, a regular at the market and a haggling expert, helped everyone save quite a bit of money.

But Li Sulan was a different story. Every stall she stopped at, she’d put on the airs of a wealthy lady, tilting her chin upward and saying haughtily to the vendor, "What’s the most expensive item you’ve got? I’ll take all of it!"

The female vendor immediately smelled an opportunity to fleece this rich woman, grinning as she grabbed a single tomato to test the waters: "Miss, this tomato was planted in soil flown in from the United States. It normally sells for 150 RMB apiece, but since you’re so beautiful, I’ll give you a lucky discount—how about 99 each?"

Li Sulan glanced at the vendor, noticing the way her eyes gleamed as she looked at her, like a ravenous wolf staring at a juicy piece of meat.

A scornful smirk curved her lips. This rustic woman wasn’t too dense—she was clearly charmed by Li Sulan’s charisma.

Pulling out two bills of RMB from her handbag, she handed them to the vendor: "Give me two tomatoes; no need to give me change."

["Good grief, can someone send me Li Sulan’s address? Once this show ends, I’ll park outside her house selling tomatoes every day."]

["Just tell her they’re grown in volcanic ash extracted from Hawaii’s crater—it might sell for 999 RMB apiece!"]

["This must be the reincarnation of the Money-Squandering Devil. Rich ladies really don’t know how much everyday items cost, do they?"]

The vendor was momentarily stunned. She was only joking... Not only was this woman a sucker, but also an absolute airhead!

Standing nearby, Chu Xi twitched the corner of her mouth and tugged on Li Sulan’s sleeve, whispering discreetly, "Mom, wasn’t that a bit pricey?"

Li Sulan shot her a glance: "Xixi, this is actually cheap. The food I usually eat is even pricier. This is a show, so this counts as downgrading my lifestyle."

Ha.

Chu Xi laughed dryly to herself. If anyone embodied the phrase "dumb and rich," it was definitely Li Sulan. But hey, whatever made her happy!