Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 167: A Big Brawl with the Villagers

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: A Big Brawl with the Villagers

After crying for quite a while and venting all the bottled-up pain in her heart, Sang Ning finally let out a long breath.

She felt much better now. If it weren’t for the cameras and all the people watching earlier, she might have let loose with a few dolphin cries.

Sang Ning lifted her head and started tidying her messy hair.

Embarrassing moments are hers alone to bear, but once she steps back out, she’ll still present herself as fearless.

After fixing her hair, she raised her arm, ready to wipe away the tears on her face, when a large, well-defined hand suddenly appeared in front of her holding a tissue.

"Here, wipe your face." A deep male voice rang out.

Sang Ning slowly looked up, and when her eyes met a gaze tinged with a shallow smile, her expression froze abruptly.

"..."

Seriously, what a string of bad luck.

She didn’t take the tissue but instead got up off the ground, stuffed one hand into her pocket, and feigned a composed, aloof demeanor.

"What the hell. Why do I run into you everywhere?" Sang Ning said with a tone laced with hostility.

Who knows how long this man had been standing there, watching her cry—embarrassing indeed, and her irritation was understandable.

"Don’t misunderstand. I just happened to be passing by," Li Juezhou maintained a calm and courteous manner.

Even if Sang Ning’s mood was sour, she couldn’t bring herself to lash out in front of such a smiling face.

"Why are you so idle? Don’t tell me another employer has fired you as a bodyguard?"

Deep down, Sang Ning had a persistent sixth sense that each encounter seemed deliberately orchestrated by Li Juezhou.

If not for his consistently straightforward demeanor, Sang Ning might have suspected him of being some creepy stalker deliberately approaching her.

"My boss gave me time off for the holiday, so I just came here with a friend to unwind for a few days." Li Juezhou effortlessly spun his lie without showing a single sign of deception.

In truth, he had processed his workload frantically, granted himself an unprecedented holiday, and planned to relax in Jiangkou Village for a few days before returning.

Sang Ning’s mind conjured up a soft, adorable face, and a faint, beautiful smile involuntarily curved at her lips: "That girl isn’t just pretty; she’s also surprisingly decent to her employees."

"If she knew you were complimenting her, she’d surely be thrilled."

Li Juezhou responded as he raised his hand again to offer the tissue to Sang Ning. "You should wipe your face. You wouldn’t want to look bad on camera later."

His remark shattered Sang Ning’s barely recovered smile, replacing it with another dark expression.

As if recalling something alarming, Sang Ning frowned and fixed her sharp, suspicious gaze on Li Juezhou.

"When did you get here? This place is so secluded, how did you just happen to bump into me?"

She wasn’t sure if Li Juezhou had overheard the nonsensical things she said earlier.

But the more she thought about it, the more the situation seemed odd. Even if they were prone to running into each other, it shouldn’t be in such a remote spot.

Sang Ning’s hostile glare gradually gave way to caution. Seeing this, Li Juezhou began to suspect that if he didn’t say something soon, she might start scrutinizing him like a criminal.

"I spotted you walking this way. From far away, I even greeted you, but you were too busy crying to notice." Li Juezhou shrugged with an innocent air.

Noticing that Sang Ning squinted doubtfully at him, he promptly added, "Why don’t you visit my place? It’s just a short walk over."

He gestured towards the distance, and Sang Ning followed his finger to see a quaint and rather unique-looking cottage villa.

Earlier, in her rush to find an empty spot to cry her heart out, she’d wandered into this grassy area, aiming solely for isolation and not paying much attention to her surroundings.

Finally letting her guard down, Sang Ning reasoned that coming from the villa would have taken some time, making it unlikely Li Juezhou had heard her crazed rambling.

Still holding out the tissue, Li Juezhou maintained his posture as Sang Ning finally accepted it this time. "Thanks. I’m still filming today; I’ll visit when I have free time."

She couldn’t help being paranoid—after all, she was a celebrity with a decent-looking face, and encountering one or two obsessive fans was perfectly normal.

As long as she confirmed Li Juezhou wasn’t some crazed fan, everything would be fine.

After Sang Ning left, Li Juezhou finally relaxed his tension-filled nerves.

He was just grateful he hadn’t revealed the slightest hint of admiration for Sang Ning. Otherwise, it might have taken a few punches to end the matter peacefully.

**

When Sang Ning returned, the crowd hadn’t dispersed yet. The Great Doctor had already fixed and bandaged Grandpa Chen’s injured arm.

Seeing her return, the Great Doctor handed her a bottle of medicated wine: "Young lady, when you go back, rub a bit of this on your arm every night. It’ll help improve circulation and activate your muscles."

As Sang Ning accepted the wine, she heard the Great Doctor let out a heavy sigh.

Concern flashed across her face as she frowned and asked, "Great Doctor, is there something wrong with my arm?"

"Ah~" The Great Doctor sighed heavily again. "No, it’s not you; it’s Grandpa Chen. His arm won’t heal in ten days or half a month. How’s the sacrificial altar going to get built?"

Sang Ning was baffled. Isn’t Grandpa Chen the Great Witch, responsible only for ceremonies? What does the sacrificial altar have to do with him?

Before the Great Doctor could explain, another round of disputes erupted from one corner of the crowd.

Sang Ning squinted, noticing Sang Youming joining in the pushing and shoving.

???

What’s her dad doing meddling in the villagers’ quarrels?

As she approached, the situation grew stranger by the second.

Not only Sang Youming but also Shen Yi, Sang Chuan, Song Shiye, Qin Kai, and even Director Qin—whose injured foot had just healed—had plunged into a brawl with the villagers.

Meanwhile, Director Sun and the female guests stood helplessly on the sidelines, doing nothing but anxiously shouting, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

The chaos escalated dramatically as more villagers surrounded the male guests, fists clenched and brimming with aggression—a truly terrifying spectacle.

"It’s all your fault, you outsiders. We’ve celebrated the Zhantian Festival for years without any incidents. But the moment you show up, trouble comes. Who else should we blame?"

The speaker was Chen Weimin, his voice loud and agitated, inciting the villagers to vent all their anger on the guests.

"You brat! It’s clearly your lack of skill. What does this have to do with anyone else?" Grandpa Chen shouted at the top of his voice, furiously scolding.

He tried to squeeze forward to deal with Chen Weimin but was restrained by the villagers.

"Grandpa, leave this alone. Weimin is right. The wood for the altar was hauled here by these outsiders. If trouble arose, they’re the ones who tainted us first."

"Exactly, Grandpa. You’re injured; just stay out of it. If we don’t give these people a beating, we’ll have no way to vent our anger."

[I can’t believe this. I thought Jiangkou Village’s people were warm and hospitable, but now it seems like this really is a case of mountain folk being unreasonable!]

[Places as backward as this are always like this. As long as you don’t disturb their interests, it’s fine. But once you do, you’re in for it.]

[What is the production team even doing? Are they ignoring the safety of the guests just for viewership ratings? It’s gotten to the point of a public brawl; shouldn’t they be calling the police already?]