Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 77: Electrocuted into Stupidity

"Girl, if it’s not too much trouble, pour your Uncle Sang a cup too."

Mr. Shen chimed in from the side. Chu Xi found it hard to refuse, so she pressed her lips into a quick smile, somewhat reluctantly saying, "Alright, I’ll go pour another cup."

Watching Chu Xi jog away, Mr. Shen couldn’t help but praise, "Having a daughter is truly heartwarming. Look at this girl Chu Xi—so considerate. Makes me so envious."

After one evening, the camaraderie between Mr. Shen and Sang Youming had deepened considerably. He no longer acted so reserved like when he had first arrived, even speaking to Sang Youming with a casual tone befitting close friends.

Sang Youming nodded in agreement, "Chu Xi really is a good girl—always obedient and well-mannered."

[Haha, Mr. Sang, are you implying that Sang Ning isn’t obedient or well-mannered?]

[Mr. Sang: You all take a good look yourselves. How is Sang Ning anything close to obedient or well-mannered? If anyone here fits that description, it’d be me.]

Mr. Shen turned his head and looked at Sang Youming in surprise. "How do you know? You make it sound like Chu Xi is your daughter."

Sang Youming paused in confusion, scratching his head. "Well, you can tell just by looking at her. Chu Xi’s appearance is gentle—her personality must be just as sweet."

Back in her senior year of high school, she wanted to transfer to a better school. After painstakingly scraping together the funds, she decided not to go through with it, saying she couldn’t bear to see him and Hu Zhi struggle so much. She simply dropped out.

He and Hu Zhi tried hard to persuade her otherwise, but to no avail. Where else could you find such a considerate daughter?

As they talked, Chu Xi returned carrying the tea. Sang Youming picked up the cup and downed it in one gulp, then wiped the water off his mouth with the back of his hand, noisily smacking his lips in satisfaction.

Then, he thrust the empty cup toward Chu Xi, teasingly saying, "Xiao Xi, could you pour me another one? This stuff really quenches thirst."

Internally, Chu Xi felt utterly repulsed. Why was Sang Youming so lacking in decorum, acting like someone reincarnated as a thirsty ghost?

Look at Mr. Shen—sipping elegantly, with refinement.

She was thoroughly fed up with Sang Youming and had no intention of taking his dirty cup. It was disgusting.

Just as her disgust peaked, a cool female voice reached her ears.

"I’ll pour it for you."

As she turned her head, Sang Ning had already grabbed the cup from Sang Youming’s hand.

"Beer or baijiu? Pick one." Sang Ning stared at Sang Youming, her lips curving into a chilly smirk.

Sang Youming’s face lit up with a grin to match his enthusiastic tone: "Beer?"

[Haha, just a moment ago Mr. Sang was praising Chu Xi’s obedience, and now his own hot-tempered daughter shows up.]

[Does Mr. Sang have no self-awareness? After drinking so much last night, being ordered home in handcuffs by Sang Ning, he still dares to ask for beer?]

Seeing Sang Ning’s displeased expression, he quickly changed his tune: "Fine... baijiu?"

Sang Ning still remained silent, and Sang Youming’s face fell: "Fine, let’s go with... plain water. Yeah, I meant plain water!"

[666, Mr. Sang’s pivoting skills are top-notch.]

"Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?"

Sang Ning finally spoke, her tone far from kind. Sang Youming hurriedly grabbed Mr. Shen and shoved him forward, putting on an innocent face. "Daughter, it’s all this old guy’s fault. He said his wife keeps him under tight control, so he asked if I could help him sneak a drink. I was just dragged into this!"

[Wow, truly birds of a feather flock together. If you can’t master the blame game, you can’t be part of the Sang Family.]

[Wasn’t it Hu Zhi who dragged Grandma Song in as a scapegoat yesterday when she got caught?]

Mr. Shen staggered forward awkwardly, a massive question mark visibly hovering over his head. He confronted Sang Youming: "Old Sang, how can you talk without conscience? Wasn’t it you who actively invited me to drink?"

"It doesn’t matter who started it anymore. Either way, my mom already knows." Shen Yi turned to look at Mr. Shen, his tone ice-cold.

Mr. Shen quickly asked Shen Yi what had happened.

"What else could it be? You had a big argument with her over the phone. I reckon after filming this show, you won’t be able to go home—you’ll have to wander the streets instead."

Shen Yi’s deadpan delivery coupled with his subtle schadenfreude made Mr. Shen shudder. He hastily handed his cup to Chu Xi and darted out into the courtyard.

"Dad, where are you going this time?"

"Where else? To borrow a phone from the production crew and call my boss to admit my mistakes!"

[Shen Yi really is his biological son. He makes no effort to defuse the drama and instead seems happy stoking the flames. When he said his dad might end up homeless, why did I feel he was a bit smug about it?]

Mr. Shen’s panicked trembling caused a ripple of unease in Sang Youming, whose gaze moved from Mr. Shen back to Sang Ning. Upon meeting her eyes, he immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"Leader, I admit my mistakes too. Please spare me!"

Hu Zhi, hearing Sang Youming being chastised, lowered her head to reduce her presence and dared not bang the wok, avoiding any unnecessary noise.

Birds of a feather pair up, but when disaster strikes, each flies its own way.

She couldn’t help Sang Youming—she nearly landed in trouble herself yesterday. Attempts to reason with Sang Ning now would only be walking into the firing line.

"Mom, come over here for a moment."

Hu Zhi froze mid-stir, so startled by Sang Ning’s call that she nearly flung the pan.

"Grandma Song, could you please keep an eye on this pan for a bit? I’ll be right back."

Recovering her composure, she placed the pan back on the flame, passed the spatula to Grandma Song, grabbed her apron, and briskly wiped her hands en route to Sang Ning, visibly anxious.

"Xiao Ning, what’s going on?"

Once she stood before Sang Ning, Hu Zhi feigned an innocent smile, trying to play dumb.

Seeing through her ploy, Sang Ning shifted her serious gaze between Hu Zhi and Sang Youming, declaring solemnly: "Let’s put the past behind us. From now on, you two will supervise one another. If one slips up, both take the fall!"

Sang Youming was baffled: "What do you mean, ’take the fall’?"

Sang Ning smiled faintly at him: "It means if Mom gambles again, it’ll be as if you’re drinking. If you drink again, it’ll be as if Mom is gambling."

The couple’s respective vices—his drinking and her gambling—had gone unchecked, with each enabling the other. They shared joint accountability.

The pair stayed silent, so Sang Ning continued: "Do you know there are rehabilitation centers that treat alcohol, gambling, and other addictions? The guards there are quick to shock people with electric batons if they step out of line. If you can’t control your hands or mouths yourselves, I’ll spend the money to send you both there to let them handle you."

The image of being zapped into incontinence and mental vacancy involuntarily materialized in the couple’s minds. They shuddered as chills ran down their spines.

It was downright horrifying!

"Xiao Ning, rest assured, I’ll keep a close watch on your mom!"

"Xiao Ning, rest assured, I’ll keep a close watch on your dad!"

Their simultaneous promises rang out firmly, and Sang Ning nodded with satisfaction.

"Want some hangover tea? Go pour it yourself. After what you did last night—making everyone run around searching for you—you still have the audacity to act like a lord giving orders." Sang Ning handed the cup back to Sang Youming.