Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 113: Forcing Her to Cut Off Relations

This time, the production team didn’t install cameras in the room.

Sang Ning felt that there was really nothing worth talking about with Li Sulan.

She closed the door behind her without sparing Li Sulan a single glance and walked straight toward the bedroom.

But Li Sulan chased after her. Just as Sang Ning opened the door to step into the bedroom, Li Sulan squeezed through the gap and blocked Sang Ning.

"Didn’t I say I wanted to talk to you? Why are you ignoring me?"

Her tone was extremely harsh, without a shred of sincerity to suggest she actually wanted to have a proper conversation.

Sang Ning grabbed Li Sulan’s arm and yanked her out: "But I don’t have any intention of talking to you."

It was already eleven o’clock. If she didn’t go to sleep soon, she’d drop dead. She had no interest in chatting about trivial matters with Li Sulan.

Under Li Sulan’s startled and shocked gaze, Sang Ning decisively slammed the door shut with a bang.

"Sang Ning! You’ll regret it if you don’t open the door for me!" Li Sulan shouted while pounding persistently on the door.

She couldn’t comprehend—she had come in good faith to talk to Sang Ning, so how dare Sang Ning shut the door in her face?

Li Sulan knocked incessantly on the door, but Sang Ning, irritated to the extreme, opened the door with an impassive expression.

Li Sulan’s raised hand froze mid-air. She was visibly taken aback, her eyes revealing traces of panic.

Sang Ning didn’t fully open the door, leaving only a sliver of a gap. Through the gap, she shot Li Sulan a frosty glance: "You have one minute. Spit it out!"

Locking eyes with Sang Ning, Li Sulan felt an invisible pressure that compelled her to speak: "I wanted to say..."

"No, wait." Li Sulan paused halfway through and, her initially dumbfounded expression finally cleared up. She solemnly emphasized, "First of all, I’m not ’spitting it out!’ Secondly..."

Before Li Sulan could finish her sentence, Sang Ning ruthlessly interrupted her: "Same difference. Hurry up. I need to sleep."

Li Sulan pressed her lips into a tight line, speechless with frustration. She wanted to swear!

Although she still wanted to argue with Sang Ning, the steadily growing irritation on Sang Ning’s face made her look like a wild beast on the verge of exploding at any moment.

Terrified of being devoured by Sang Ning, Li Sulan adjusted herself into a loftier, more arrogant posture to mask the chaos within her.

"I just wanted to tell you, the incident where Xiao Xi fell down the stairs will be let go. As for the day I said I’d kick you out and send you back to the Sang Family, that was just spoken in a fit of anger.

I’m offering you a chance. If you want to come back to the Chu Family, you’ll have to cut all ties with those three useless people in the Sang Family.

As long as you promise not to have anything to do with the Sang Family anymore, I’m willing to let you return to the Chu Family."

Li Sulan mustered her courage and revealed her true thoughts. She was beginning to regret kicking Sang Ning out earlier. She wanted both daughters in her grasp!

Rather than wait an eternity for Sang Ning to come crawling back and beg for forgiveness, it’d be better to offer her a way out first.

Any sensible person would know that being a daughter of the Chu Family was the smartest option.

After finishing her speech, Li Sulan nervously waited for Sang Ning’s response.

She was completely unsure of herself; Sang Ning didn’t seem like someone who’d listen to reason.

"Are you done talking?" Sang Ning’s gaze dropped slightly, her face devoid of any emotion as she stared at Li Sulan.

"I...I’m done." Li Sulan was inexplicably startled, her speech becoming hesitant and stuttered.

"So it really is nonsense wasting my sleeping time." Sang Ning’s eyes grew colder. She issued a warning: "I’m going to sleep now. Knock on this door again, and I’ll rip your hand off and turn it into a lucky cat’s waving paw."

With another bang, she shut the door.

Li Sulan was stonewalled yet again. But instead of looking angry, her brows knitted together in deep, troubled thought.

Sang Ning had only called her words nonsense and hadn’t given a clear response. Should Sang Ning sever ties with the Sang Family and return to the Chu Family?

This was simply a deadlock; wasn’t it Li Sulan herself who was talking nonsense?

The bedroom included an en-suite bathroom. Sang Ning swiftly freshened up in a few minutes before diving under the covers.

The mechanical voice of the System sounded: "Host, congratulations! You have gained another ten thousand Weibo followers. Your total follower count has increased to fifty thousand, progress: 0.05%."

Sang Ning thought the noisy tone of the System was especially grating and pulled the blanket over her head.

At this rate, it’ll take forever to collect one billion Weibo followers—it’s a long and arduous road ahead.

...

The next morning.

At six o’clock sharp, Sang Ning woke Sang Chuan and Song Shiye and urged them to study. At 7:30, the production team arrived punctually to gather everyone, summoning the guests to the activity square.

A three-meter-long narrow table was set up in the square, covered with an array of breakfasts—noodles, soy milk with fried dough sticks, steamed buns, milk sandwiches—it all looked plentiful.

After all the guests had gathered, Director Sun held a megaphone and addressed the group.

"Good morning, everyone! The thoughtful production team has prepared a hearty breakfast for you. Now, you’ll need to bid for it—highest bidder gets the food."

"The first auction item is soy milk and a fried dough stick combo, consisting of one fried dough stick and one bowl of soy milk. The starting price is ten yuan. Guests, please start your bids!"

[Seriously? Ten yuan for one fried dough stick and a bowl of soy milk? The production team might as well rob us outright!]

[They only gave each group of guests 500 yuan. Between paying for accommodation and now bidding for breakfast, this money is obviously going to run dry quickly.]

"Ten yuan and one cent!" Song Shiye was the first to raise his bidding paddle.

He and Qin Jiaxiang had only received a shabby tent from the previous task while being required to pay 450 yuan for it. That left them with just 50 yuan in disposable cash.

Still, breakfast couldn’t be skipped, so he cautiously raised his bid by only one cent.

Before Song Shiye could lower his paddle, Qin Kai immediately followed up with a bid: "Our group bids ten yuan and two cents!"

[Wow, the tent group’s bidding approach is ridiculous. Director Sun’s face is practically turning green! If things keep going at this pace, this morning’s auction won’t end anytime soon.]

[But can you blame the guests? After deducting the tent costs, Song Shiye and Qin Kai’s groups only have about fifty yuan to work with—they have no choice but to stretch every penny!]

Song Shiye and Qin Kai’s one-upmanship quickly set the tone for the rest, as everyone started raising their bids by mere cents.

"Ten yuan and three cents!"

"Ten yuan and four cents!"

"Ten yuan and five cents!"

Director Sun’s face was ashen. He hadn’t anticipated that the level of stinginess among the guests would surpass his worst expectations.

By now, five groups had participated in bidding, leaving only Sang Ning’s group untouched. Director Sun could only pin his hopes on Sang Ning to break the stalemate.

Their group’s accommodation only cost fifty yuan per night, meaning they still had plenty of money left. Sang Ning surely wouldn’t be as stingy, right?

As Director Sun gazed at Sang Ning with hopeful eyes, she raised her bidding paddle—but didn’t bid.

Instead, she looked at Director Sun with a meaningful glint and said slowly, "I’d like to use a Prop Card."