Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 39 Sister Sang Speaks Out to Kidnap Someone

"Oh my god!"

Sang Chuan, standing to the side, was also startled.

Instead of stepping forward to help, he acted like someone enjoying the chaos and even gave Shen Yi a lousy suggestion.

"Yiyi, you can’t reason with someone drunk and out of control. The best solution is to knock them out and drag them away."

Shen Yi cast an indescribable glance at Sang Chuan, then stepped forward again to grab Mr. Shen. "Dad, let’s go home!"

"Hey, Xiao Shen, what’s your problem?" Sang Youming rushed forward, grabbing Shen Yi by the collar. The three of them were once again entangled.

"Your uncle is your elder—you have to listen to your elders!"

Sang Youming practically stuck his face onto Shen Yi’s, the overpowering stench of alcohol forcing Shen Yi to crane his head backward in avoidance.

The veins on Shen Yi’s forehead twitched slightly—why was Sang Ning’s father so difficult?

After struggling to trick them out of the villagers’ house, why couldn’t he trick them away any further?

Chu Xi initially planned to help Shen Yi persuade Mr. Shen, but seeing Sang Youming’s drunken state, she didn’t dare approach recklessly.

If Sang Youming exposed her identity, what then? She wasn’t yet ready to face others’ judgmental gazes.

Standing several paces away from Shen Yi, she thought for a moment before shouting at him, "Senior Shen Yi, you try your best to talk Mr. Shen down without escalating the conflict. I’ll head back now to prepare some sobering soup for them."

Having said that, she pulled Li Sulan along and left. The camera captured only their hurried retreating figures.

[No way, did Chu Xi just leave like that? Why does it feel like she fled the scene in a panic?]

[Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear Chu Xi say she’s going back to make sobering soup for Sang the Drunkard and Mr. Shen?]

[Please, girls like Chu Xi—pampered and sheltered—most likely have never seen drunken chaos firsthand. She and her mom probably rushed off to take cover.]

"Brat, your mom isn’t here, so what gives you the right to boss me around?" Mr. Shen also seized Shen Yi by the collar, becoming just as unreasonable as Sang Youming.

Even with his usual excellent manners, Shen Yi was nearing the edge of his patience with these two drunkards. He grabbed both Sang Youming’s and Mr. Shen’s wrists and barked sternly, "Let go! I’ll count to three. One, two..."

Before the final count could be uttered, the sound of fabric tearing filled the air. Shen Yi’s throat tightened as he widened his eyes at the two men in front of him.

"You little punk, do you think you’re my wife or something? Counting one, two, three—I’d already be generous not to let you count three, two, one!"

"Xiao Shen, why are you bothering? Look at you, now you’ve upset your dad. And when Dad’s upset, the consequences are serious."

Mr. Shen and Sang Youming alternated in shouting at him, completely unaware that Shen Yi’s shirt had been torn to shreds by their antics.

[I suddenly don’t dislike Sang the Drunkard as much anymore—thank him for the eye candy he’s given us.]

[Whew, whew, whew, the handsome guy’s physique is way too good—those barely-visible chest muscles are too tantalizing.]

[Are you even human? Can’t you see Shen Yi is on the verge of losing his sanity? Never mind—I’m taking screenshots as we speak. Blame it on beauty being irresistibly tempting.]

The situation spiraled out of control, prompting the village chief and Director Sun to step forward to intervene.

"The kid’s just concerned about you guys—how about this? You guys get some rest first, and if you really want to drink, I’ll join you tomorrow. How does that sound?"

Shen Yi glanced at the village chief, pursing his lips silently. Was this supposed to be helpful advice?

"Mr. Sang, Mr. Shen, we have recordings scheduled early tomorrow morning. A small drink to lift the spirits should be enough—just better to get some rest early, right?"

Director Sun was visibly flustered, feeling like he was paying for karma somehow. Why did every guest in this production seem harder to handle than the last—especially Shen Yi’s father? He’d presumed Mr. Shen was a respectable figure, but as soon as alcohol touched his lips, he turned into a wild mustang.

He suddenly missed Sang Ning dearly. Sure, she enjoyed bending the rules of the show, but at least she didn’t intentionally pose trouble for others.

"What business do you two have here? Don’t you see I’m talking with Xiao Shen?" Sang Youming rudely snapped at them.

Director Sun and the village chief exchanged glances, completely at a loss.

[It’s useless—Sang Youming won’t even listen to Shen Yi, much less you two.]

Unable to manage the two men, Director Sun hurriedly dialed Mrs. Shen’s number—hadn’t he heard Mr. Shen was quite submissive to his wife? Surely, he’d listen if she spoke.

After a brief explanation of the situation, Director Sun turned the phone’s volume to maximum and activated the speakerphone.

Mrs. Shen’s fiery voice immediately blasted through: "Shen Jiayong, do you have any shame? Your antics have embarrassed us in front of an entire national audience! If you don’t follow Xiao Yi back home right now, I’m divorcing you!"

Despite their strong relationship, Mr. Shen often found himself under his wife’s thumb. Empowered by alcohol, he suddenly summoned the courage to resist, yelling back through the phone at her.

"He Juan, you think you’re all that, huh? All you ever do is threaten me with divorce—is that the only card you’ve got?"

[His image is in shambles—didn’t Shen Yi say in interviews his dad was terrified of his mom and never dared go against her wishes?]

[Which celebrity doesn’t present a fabricated image? Don’t take it seriously. With Shen Yi being so introverted, his family environment is probably pretty bad.]

[Oh, so you think you know everything? Are you squatting in the Shen home every day, personally seeing how "bad" it is?]

Director Sun was stunned by Mr. Shen’s yelling and nearly dropped his phone in shock.

Shen Yi rubbed his temples in frustration—his parents’ arguments were out of his control.

Just when everyone thought Mr. Shen would continue his tantrum, he suddenly snatched the phone from Director Sun and squatted in a corner to cry.

"Juanjuan, I messed up—it was my attitude earlier that was the issue. You can scold me however you want, but don’t talk about divorce. Don’t you know how much we’ve endured to get this far?"

Mr. Shen instantly transformed into a chatterbox, recounting their journey from the day they met all the way to their struggles as a couple, until Mrs. Shen couldn’t take it anymore. She angrily hung up, leaving Mr. Shen rambling on alone.

[I feel like I just saw my dad’s shadow in Mr. Shen. My dad, too, never shuts up when he’s drunk.]

[To those who said Shen Yi’s family is dysfunctional—go eat your words. Mr. Shen and Mrs. Shen clearly have a loving relationship. Couples arguing now and then is normal. Couples who claim they’ve never fought—those are the ones you should be worried about.]

The beeping sound of a disconnected call echoed, and Mr. Shen sighed. "This Juanjuan, honestly...why does she never let anyone finish their sentence?"

Sang Youming walked over, pulled Mr. Shen up from the ground, and patted his chest. "Brother, don’t worry—I’m here for you. I’ve got alcohol, and you’ve got stories. Let’s keep chatting while drinking."

Hand in hand, the two of them were about to head back into the yard when Director Sun was practically on his knees for these two troublesome giants.

At that moment, his phone rang again. Director Sun hit speakerphone, and a familiar yet domineering voice came through: "Director Sun, it’s Sang Ning. Tie them up and drag them back if you need to. Any consequences—I’ll take responsibility!"

[It’s gotta be Sister Sang—she’s the only one who can handle this situation. You can’t reason with drunkards; you just have to take action!]

Director Sun pursed his lips tightly. Seriously, who would volunteer to carry out something that guaranteed resentment?

While he was still debating, Sang Chuan appeared out of nowhere with a rope and a mischievous smirk. "Let me take on the heroic task of disciplining my own kin!"