Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 55: Agreed Not to Be a Fan

Chu Xi immediately played along with Li Sulan, supporting her with one hand while waving at Director Sun with the other.

"Director Sun, I’m really sorry, but my mom seems a bit unwell. Could I stay with her for now?"

[I feel like Li Sulan is pretending to be sick. The way she looks is exactly how I used to act to feign period pain and skip class.]

[I feel the pain is superficial too; she probably just doesn’t want to work and made up an excuse.]

[Stop with the conspiracy theories. What if she really is unwell? Does she need to collapse and foam at the mouth to prove it to you?]

Director Sun furrowed his brow, hurriedly handing a pen and paper to an assistant before jogging over with small steps.

"Mrs. Chu, is it serious? I’ll call the on-set doctor right now to check on you."

"No need, no need!" Li Sulan waved her hand quickly. "Low blood sugar, an old problem. Just let me rest a bit; no need to bother the doctor."

"Well... alright then."

Director Sun reluctantly agreed, then glanced at Chu Xi. He was about to say something when Li Sulan interrupted again with an "Aiyoh."

"I’m so sorry, Director Sun. My head hurts terribly. Let Xiao Xi stay with me for a moment, and once I catch my breath, I’ll bring her along."

Li Sulan clung to Chu Xi, leaning entirely on her. Director Sun couldn’t very well insist that Chu Xi go back to work right away.

He simply pursed his lips and said, somewhat grudgingly, "Of course, Mrs. Chu. Health is the most important thing."

But as he turned away, his face immediately fell.

Low blood sugar... what’s the point of coming onto a show? So difficult to deal with. Forget it, just endure it for the money. After all, Chu Tian sponsored the program with so much funding.

[Feeling for Director Sun. I can already sense his helplessness. Deep down, he probably wants to curse but has to hold it in.]

[Whether Li Sulan is really unwell or not, my impression of her is bad. She hasn’t even started working and already claims low blood sugar—way too exaggerated.]

[Don’t rush to sympathize with Director Sun just yet. I have a feeling he’s about to get even angrier. Sang·Rule-Breaker·Ning hasn’t even shown up yet. If she does, Director Sun might just blow his top.]

"Sang Ning, Sang Ning, where did Sang Ning go?"

Director Sun shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one responded.

Hu Zhi and Sang Chuan exchanged glances.

"Where’s your daughter?"

"Where’s your sister?"

After a beat of silence, the two shook their heads frantically.

"I was just grabbing the ladder earlier; didn’t notice."

"I was just grabbing a bamboo basket earlier; didn’t notice."

...

Their gazes simultaneously shifted to another side, where the pressure now fell on Song Shiye.

"I don’t know either..." Song Shiye shook his head repeatedly.

Sang Chuan scoffed coldly, "You, the most loyal sidekick of Sang Ning, actually dare to say you didn’t see her?"

"Heh... heh... heh." Song Shiye let out an awkward laugh.

He was a sidekick, not a GPS tracking system.

[This is unreal. Forget Song Shiye—even I, someone staring at the live broadcast all the time, didn’t catch when Sang Ning disappeared.]

[Too creepy. I didn’t see her either. Are all these people’s eyes just for decoration?]

[Holy crap, I just spotted Xiao Zhao standing blankly under a tree. Sang Ning must be part cicada or something—even her dedicated cameraman didn’t notice her sneaking off.]

Director Sun grabbed two loudspeakers from the staff and shouted into them, "Sang Ning, Sang Ning, where did you go? I order you to come out immediately!"

[With Director Sun speaking in such a commanding tone, anyone unfamiliar with the situation might think he’s addressing a criminal suspect.]

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep—

A piercing honk blared out, completely drowning out Director Sun’s booming loudspeaker announcements.

"Who is it?" Director Sun turned toward the orchard’s entrance, his face showing obvious annoyance.

Beep, beep—

Beep, beep—

Two more equally grating honks sounded, leaving Director Sun utterly exasperated. Who could be so obnoxious?

"Director Sun, are you looking for me?"

A medium-sized pickup truck smoothly parked at the orchard gate, and Sang Ning jumped out from the driver’s seat as she opened the door.

Director Sun: "..."

[Director Sun: Meeting Sang Ning is my destiny. My life will never recover.]

[Sister Sang must be Doraemon. Where did she even find a pickup truck?]

[Let me just ask—is there any vehicle Sister Sang can’t drive? She can operate tractors, and now she’s driving pickup trucks too!]

After Sang Ning got out of the car, the passenger door also opened, and a slim, tanned young man followed behind, hopping down from the truck.

The moment the young man stepped out, he rushed straight toward Director Sun.

"Sorry, Director Sun, but we can’t lend you these harvesting tools anymore."

Xiang Daqiang walked up to the pile of tools and began to gather up the bamboo baskets as if he intended to take them away.

"Wait, wait, hold on..." Director Sun hurriedly stopped him, "Didn’t we agree? These tools are supposed to be borrowed by the production team."

"But you haven’t paid the rental fee yet." Xiang Daqiang straightened up, speaking with unwavering conviction, "Plus, my idol needs them now, so I can’t lend them to you."

Director Sun felt a sinking sensation in his heart and asked hesitantly, "Who’s your idol?"

Xiang Daqiang tilted his head and pointed in Sang Ning’s direction.

Director Sun gritted his teeth, his smile strained to the point of breaking. "Didn’t you say you’re not into idol worship?"

"I started last night," Xiang Daqiang said, scratching his head sheepishly. "To be precise, it’s not idol worship—it’s admiration for my idol."

Xiang Daqiang leaned toward Director Sun, his eyes glimmering brightly. "Last night, I watched your live broadcast. My idol is awesome!"

As he pronounced the word "awesome," Xiang Daqiang gave two enthusiastic thumbs up.

Director Sun was left completely speechless. After two seconds of silence, he stubbornly declared, "Fine, forget the peach-picking tools. But I’ve already paid for the yellow peaches. Don’t even think about refunding the money—I won’t take it back!"

[Director Sun: This is the first time in my life that money has felt so scorching hot. I’m not interested in money anymore.]

[That’s understandable. Anyone who watched Sister Sang’s groupfight footage last night is likely to become her fan.]

"Come on~" Xiang Daqiang waved his hands dismissively. "My idol just borrowed the pickup truck and peach-picking tools from me. Don’t worry, I’m straightforward—once the yellow peach deal is settled, I won’t go back on it."

[Translation: If it weren’t for the fact that you paid, I’d have given all these yellow peaches to my idol for free.]

"Alright, it’s a deal then!" Finally, Director Sun sighed in relief.

Xiang Daqiang returned to Sang Ning’s side, looking smug as he said, "Idol, it’s settled. I’ve taken care of everything."

"Thank you." Sang Ning responded with a polite smile. "Once we finish selling peaches in the coming days, I’ll return the pickup truck to you. If you have an urgent need for the vehicle during this time, let me know, and I’ll figure out another solution."