Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 150: A Proper Burial Will Be Arranged for You

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: A Proper Burial Will Be Arranged for You

Sang Ning placed the wine jar on the cabinet, then retrieved a small wine cup and a wine bowl from under the bed.

First, she filled the wine cup to the brim, then the bowl, and handed the bowl to Sang Youming.

"Drink. Aren’t you fond of drinking? As your daughter, how could I not accompany you to drink to your heart’s content?"

Sang Youming shakily took the wine bowl. The liquor swayed within, spilling quite a bit onto the floor.

He wished that all the wine in the bowl would spill out completely.

Sang Ning cast a glance at the bowl and said coldly, "Hold it steady. Spill anymore and I’ll make you lick it clean off the floor."

Sang Youming: "..."

His trembling hands instantly steadied. He was wrong—Sang Ning was still Sang Ning.

Hell was empty, and Sang Ning walked among the living!

The crisp sound of a clink rang out as Sang Ning purposefully raised her wine cup and knocked it against Sang Youming’s wine bowl before downing the contents in one gulp. She flipped the wine cup over in midair and declared, "I’m done. But you can’t cheat. I drink one cup, you drink one bowl!"

Sang Youming: "..."

She’s gone mad, completely mad—his daughter had lost her mind!

"Xiao Ning, this rule of yours is a little too unfair, isn’t it? One bowl of wine is equivalent to ten of your cups!" Sang Youming widened his eyes in terror.

But Sang Ning merely chuckled coldly and said dismissively, "How could it be the same? Weren’t you bragging about being able to hold a thousand drinks without falling over? The more capable you are, the more you drink. This bowl is your well-deserved punishment."

After speaking, Sang Ning kept a laser-focused stare on Sang Youming.

Under her terrifying gaze, Sang Youming felt his scalp tingle. Swallowing hard, he picked up the bowl and tilted his head back to finish it, his eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot.

He swore, this was the worst wine he had ever tasted in his life.

Once he finished, Sang Ning did not let him off. She repeated the process of pouring, refilling both the wine cup and the bowl.

After draining her cup once more, Sang Ning urged him again.

When you deeply enjoy something but are pressured to do it by someone else, a sense of rebellion and avoidance can instinctively arise. Sang Youming felt like he was caught in exactly such a moment.

To escape, he hunched over, holding the bowl in one hand and clutching his stomach with the other, pretending to be in unbearable pain.

"Xiao Ning, your father has only been drunk once before. My stomach is killing me! Can you let me rest for a bit?"

The corner of Sang Ning’s lips curled coldly, her tone icy and dispassionate. "No. I thought someone who loves wine as much as you couldn’t wait to have it fed to you every minute."

"No matter how much someone enjoys it, there’s got to be a limit! Have you ever seen anyone drink nonstop every second? That’s basically a one-way ticket to meet the King of Hell!" Sang Youming spoke bitterly.

Sang Ning let out a cold laugh. "Oh? So you do know what moderation is. If you’d said this to me earlier, I might have believed you. But now—"

Her words halted abruptly, and her face grew even darker and more sinister. "It’s too late. If you don’t drink until I’m satisfied tonight, you can forget about leaving this room."

The threat in her tone made Sang Youming tremble with fear. Desperately, he tried to bring her back to reason: "Xiao Ning, can’t you consider your father’s health?"

"How am I not considerate? Didn’t I thoughtfully bring you a bowl of millet porridge? Millet porridge is good for your stomach—helps line your belly before drinking. I’ve given all the care I could muster," Sang Ning retorted coldly.

For a moment, Sang Youming was struck speechless. He clamped his mouth shut, wearing an expression of wanting to cry but unable to shed tears.

After a pause, he tried pleading again: "Xiao Ning, drinking recklessly like this—what if it gives me a bleeding stomach?"

Sang Ning’s eyelids moved faintly, her eyes showing an even deeper glint of ridicule.

Oh, so his father did know that drinking harmed one’s health. She had almost thought he didn’t care.

"You didn’t seem to care about your body when you were wildly drinking before. Now that I ask you to have just a few sips with me, suddenly you care?"

Sang Ning mocked him relentlessly, then switched to a calm demeanor, waving her hand indifferently. "No big deal. Go ahead and drink. If you drink yourself to death, I’ll see to it that you have a proper funeral."

Sang Youming’s heart froze solid. Sang Ning continued, talking to herself with no sign of stopping, "Relax. When you’re gone, I’ll find a prime piece of land with excellent feng shui and bury you there. Every Qingming Festival, I’ll bring the finest wine to pay respects. I’ll make sure you can drink to your heart’s content even underground!"

Sang Youming knew there was no escape this time. Silently holding back his tears, he picked up the bowl of wine and downed it in one gulp.

His heart was heavy with bitterness. That bitterness seeped up from his chest to his throat, spreading across his tongue. What he drank wasn’t wine—it was his own sorrow.

When the bottom of the wine jar was finally visible, Sang Youming couldn’t hold it in any longer. He burst into tears, sobbing and wiping his nose furiously, wailing like a ghost: "Ning! Ning! Dad can’t take it anymore. Please spare me this time!"

Sang Ning didn’t respond, neither granting nor denying his plea. She silently refilled the wine cup and bowl one last time. After finishing her own drink, she raised her brows at Sang Youming and said, "This is the very last bowl. Hang in there—it’s almost over."

Sang Youming stared at the bowl of wine, his tears cascading endlessly. He hated the alcohol, despised it—it had broken both his body and his heart!

Summoning his last shred of courage, he choked down the final bowl. He was quickly overwhelmed by the wrenching sensation in his stomach, unable to endure it. Stumbling hard, he rushed to the bathroom and collapsed over the toilet, vomiting profusely.

After vomiting, Sang Youming fell into a second wave of drunkenness. He went door-to-door, knocking on every room.

When someone came to open the door, he said nothing, immediately kneeling and bowing to them, crying and vowing.

He vowed he should never have drunk. If he, Sang Youming, ever dared to touch alcohol again, may he be struck by a car when leaving home, choked by food during meals, and suffocated by his blanket while sleeping!

That night, both the guest group and the production team were completely harassed by Sang Youming. Even the stray dogs on the street weren’t spared.

In the end, Sang Ning dragged him back to his room. She just couldn’t bear to see him chasing a stray yellow dog down the street to bite it.

Once she got him back in bed, it took her a while to settle him down. Sang Youming grabbed her hand again and started crying.

With every cry, he made a new promise. Over and over, he cried and swore until he finally ran out of energy and fell asleep.

Only then did Sang Ning rise, tuck him in, and leave the room.

Outside, the night sky was strewn with countless stars. A cool breeze brushed her cheeks, and Sang Ning sighed faintly. "If only he’d thought ahead."

The wine jar she’d brought contained two and a half pounds of liquor. She drank nearly a pound; Sang Youming drank close to a pound and a half, exceeding his utmost limits. He was likely to develop PTSD toward the very word "alcohol" after this.

Winning at the cost of hurting herself, she had disgusted herself just to teach Sang Youming a lesson.

When she finally lay back in bed, the delayed effects of the alcohol began to catch up with her.

The phone in the drawer beside the bedside table buzzed several times. Sang Ning pushed herself up and took the phone out of the drawer.

She opened it to see a WeChat message from Li Juezhou—

[The investment with Director Qian Yang has been finalized. He invited me to experience it again in a month. Want to join me?]

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