Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 146: Stay Away From Me

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Stay Away From Me

"Just one more cup, just one more! Before my daughter sees, pour me another, I promise I’ll stop after this one."

Sang Youming pleaded pathetically, almost ready to kneel.

Opportunities to drink openly were rare, and with kind-hearted villagers playing Lu Sheng and dancing to cover for him, was it really too much to have a few small sips?

The villagers, thoroughly exasperated, reluctantly poured him another cup: "Uncle, take care of yourself. After downing eleven cups, I doubt you’ll manage ten steps before passing out."

Gazing at the refilled Cow Horn Cup, Sang Youming chuckled: "Young lady, don’t worry, I’m famous for holding my liquor!"

The villager watched Sang Youming finish his eleventh cup with an expression of resignation, knowing full well he’d soon learn the hard way life wasn’t so forgiving.

As the welcoming ceremony gradually came to an end, and the notes of the Lu Sheng faded away, Sang Youming casually handed the cup back to the villagers.

The villagers silently counted as the guests walked away.

At the ninth count, they saw Sang Youming stumble for a moment. At the tenth, he tripped and collapsed to the ground.

[Sang Youming had been so confident just moments ago, only to get a harsh slap of reality nearly instantly.]

[He underestimated the strength of the rice wine—its kick far surpasses ordinary baijiu. It feels harmless at first, but once its potency hits, it’s absolute blackout territory.]

Hu Zhi originally wanted to help Sang Youming up, but his collapse was so abrupt that her extended hand only managed to watch him slip right past.

Thinking Sang Youming might be seriously ill, she felt her heart skip as she crouched down to check on him.

However, the moment she rolled him over, an unconscious hiccup burst forth, spraying her face with the overpowering stench of alcohol.

Relieved but furious, Hu Zhi’s hand swung down firmly to slap Sang Youming’s head while cursing, "You bastard! How much have you secretly been drinking?"

One slap failed to wake him, and Hu Zhi prepared for a second—but she was stopped mid-swing by Sang Ning: "That’s enough, Mom. He’s already passed out; you slapping him now won’t make a difference."

Sang Ning refrained from further reproach, merely calling for help to carry Sang Youming away. Strangely, Hu Zhi felt something off—it was uncharacteristic of her daughter.

"Xiao Ning, at least scold him a bit! Saying nothing is scarier for Mom, you know."

"What’s there to scold? It’s just drinking—if Dad wants a drink, let him have his fill," Sang Ning replied unhurriedly. Then she added, "Seeing how much he loves drinking, I’ll make sure to join him next time when he wakes up. As his daughter, I should fulfill my filial duty."

[Why does it feel like Sister Sang’s tone is filled with quiet disappointment? She’s probably told Sang Youming to quit drinking more than once, only for him to keep breaking his promises again and again—who wouldn’t feel disheartened?]

[Honestly, I’m speechless with Sang Youming. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, huh? The last time it was him who couldn’t get up after drinking, and here we are again, same story.]

[Sister Sang might as well give up on monitoring this hopeless alcoholic father. Trying to keep someone like this in check is nothing short of mental torture—even if he’s family.]

"Really?" Hu Zhi couldn’t help but feel chills. Sang Ning’s stare clearly promised retribution, completely at odds with her calm words.

Taking a moment, Hu Zhi cautiously ventured, "Xiao Ning, how about showing some filial duty to your mom too? Maybe spend more time playing mahjong with me in the future, what do you think?"

A frosty glare pierced through. Sang Ning’s face gave no reaction, but the subtle downturn of her gaze carried the most ruthless of warnings—mention mahjong again, and you’re courting death.

Hu Zhi was silenced. Her daughter was truly a master of high-stakes passive aggression, likely already planning to deal with Sang Youming thoroughly.

She sighed inwardly, silently mourning: Old Sang, you’re on your own now!

[Hu Zhi cracks me up—how could she be so naïve? Anyone with half a brain could tell Sang Ning was obviously being sarcastic, yet she brazenly invited herself into the line of fire.]

[Now I kind of see why Sang Youming and Hu Zhi ended up together—they’re a pair of not-so-bright match-made-in-heaven types.]

Sang Youming remained unconscious, so Director Sun had no choice but to find a villager willing to take him in temporarily.

**

The guests were brought to the rice fields worked by the villagers of Jiangkou Village. The fields were typical terraced paddies, layered like an oil painting spilling across the mountains.

Director Sun instructed everyone to remove their shoes and socks, roll up their pants, and enter the largest paddies.

Sang Ning was the first to step in. She had a strong sense of duty, knowing the shoot was on rural themes—her descent into the muddy fields was inevitable.

Seeing this, the other guests became visibly sheepish at the idea of plunging in.

"Director Sun, don’t you think you’re pushing it? I just got water dumped on me earlier—my clothes aren’t even dry, and now you want me to go into the field." Chu Wei complained as she gingerly tapped the water with her toes but ultimately stepped in.

After spending some time around Sang Ning, Chu Wei’s pampered attitude had mellowed slightly.

With Sang Ning already in the paddy, there was no escaping fate—Chu Wei knew if she refused, netizens would drag her for being pretentious.

"Grandma, you just rest—I’ll handle the tasks," Song Shiye reassured as he helped his grandmother sit by the edge, then began enthusiastically rolling up his pants.

He only stopped when he physically couldn’t roll them up any higher. Alternating between foot taps, he looked ready to dive in headfirst.

[Oh my gosh! Is this PG-13 scene something I should be witnessing? Song Shiye’s pale, lean, long legs are even skinnier and smoother than mine! Who else feels defeated but refuses to admit it?]

[Song Shiye, roll those pant legs back down this instant! Everyone else only rolled up to their knees, but you’re nearing x-rated territory!]

"Sangsang, step aside—here I come!" Song Shiye adjusted his waistband, clasped his hands, and leapt into the paddy in a dramatic "fish-over-the-dragon-gate" fashion.

Sang Ning stepped aside as instructed, deliberately clearing an entire section of the field for him.

But his overzealous leap landed him feet-first in the mud. Unsteady above, he fell face-first into the water, sending splatters of mud everywhere.

Sang Ning didn’t bother helping him up. Choosing instead to shift even farther away, she ensured a safe distance from his messy entrance.

[Let’s be serious now—did human evolution overlook Song Shiye? This kid’s got some genuine comedic gold packed into his DNA.]

[The rice field might have water, but it’s still just a rice field, not some backyard pool or stream! Song Shiye’s sheer thrilling recklessness is unmatched.]

[Look at Sister Sang’s absolute disdain—she didn’t even try to hide her feelings while scooting away like her proximity alarm was blaring "Don’t come near me!"]

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