Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 74: Talk to My Lawyer

"My waist! My waist!"

Li Sulan cried out in pain, the vegetables beneath her digging into her back, while Hu Zhi continued yanking her hair so hard it felt like her scalp might tear off.

The violent tugging from Hu Zhi ignited the anger that had been brewing in her chest.

The Sang Family was just so shameless. She hadn’t even gone after Hu Zhi to settle accounts yet—for forcing Chu Xi to drop out of school to work, leaving her at twenty years old still stuck repeating senior year.

And yet Hu Zhi dared to act all bold after calling her a miser. Was the one million she gave the Sang Family not enough to buy Hu Zhi’s respect?

"I’ll fight you to the death!" Li Sulan roared. She grabbed a fistful of Hu Zhi’s hair, and the two grappled fiercely.

One pinned the other down, only for the other to flip over and pin her back again. Neither was willing to let the other go.

By this point, several nearby vegetable stalls had been bumped into and knocked about, but the stall owners couldn’t be bothered—they stood with folded arms, craning their necks to watch the drama unfold.

The two were locked in a relentless fight, completely losing themselves, as if deaf to the outside world. All they thought about was: If this wretched woman pulls out one of my hairs, I’ll pull ten of hers in return!

Even Sang Ning’s attempts to stop them from the sidelines went unheeded.

[I thought Sister Sang could handle anything, but even she can’t stop them in this kind of situation.]

[How could she stop them? You clearly don’t understand: when women are raging in those first few minutes, even the Jade Emperor coming to mediate won’t work. You’ve got to let them blow off some steam first before stepping in to break it up.]

"Chu Xi, get your mom off her!"

Seeing her shouts go ignored, Sang Ning charged forward and grabbed Hu Zhi, who was on top of Li Sulan, by the waist and lifted her off.

"Xiao Ning, let me go! I’m going to kill her! She tore out several of Mom’s hairs!"

Hu Zhi was so agitated that she couldn’t keep her composure, her face streaked with tears, her sobs tinged with indignant fury.

Being hoisted into the air by Sang Ning, she flailed like mad, clawing at the air in defiance.

Meanwhile, Chu Xi helped pull Li Sulan up from the ground. As soon as she was upright, Li Sulan pointed at her neck anxiously and asked, "Xixi, quick, look at Mom’s neck—does it look alright?"

"Mom, there’s just a very small scratch..."

Chu Xi didn’t dare tell the truth, afraid Li Sulan might blow up.

It wasn’t just a small scratch. There were five distinct nail marks carved deep into her skin. Hu Zhi had definitely gone all in.

When Li Sulan heard this, she began to cry softly, whining like a wounded puppy: "I spend millions every month maintaining my skin, and now it’s ruined!"

Li Sulan’s sobbing was so pitiful, she didn’t even notice a strand of her hair blowing into her open, wailing mouth.

On the other side, fearing that Li Sulan might snap again and go after Hu Zhi for another brawl, Chuyun—being closer in age to her—stepped forward to console her.

"Mrs. Chu, don’t be sad. My uncle is an old-fashioned doctor who developed a special scar ointment. For injuries like yours, if you apply it for half a month, the scars will completely disappear."

"Really?"

Li Sulan looked at Chuyun skeptically, her concern entirely focused on her skin by now.

"Really, I wouldn’t lie to you. Last time, I accidentally cut myself with a blade—the wound was much deeper than that—and it completely healed without any trace."

Chuyun, worried that Li Sulan wouldn’t believe her, raised her left hand to show her.

Li Sulan grabbed Chuyun’s hand and inspected it for a long time, not letting go until she was sure there wasn’t even a hint of a scar. Only then did she feel reassured.

"Good, that’s a relief. Otherwise, I’d have to go in for laser surgery. You don’t know how painful laser treatments are!"

Chuyun: "..."

[Hu Zhi and Li Sulan’s priorities are so bizarre. One fretting about missing hair, the other about damaged skin.]

[Honestly, I’m speechless. Does the production team even know how to pick guests? I came to watch this livestream to see these two women brawl, not for boring old drama. Can we get more screen time for Shen Yi and Song Shiye? I want handsome guys, not middle-aged women squabbling!]

[As a Shen Yi fan, I have no complaints. I just love watching Hu Zhi and Li Sulan fight—it’s spicy! I’ve wanted to punch Li Sulan for so long. Hu Zhi is basically my digital avatar for doing what I can’t.]

When Sang Ning carried Hu Zhi over to a corner, Hu Zhi was still flailing non-stop.

It wasn’t until Sang Ning put her down, firmly pressing both hands on her shoulders for a good while, that Hu Zhi finally calmed down a little.

"Mom—what makes you think it’s okay to start fighting at the drop of a hat? Look at yourselves, rolling around on the ground. Does that look good to you?" Sang Ning fixed Hu Zhi with a piercing gaze, her tone stern.

Hu Zhi instantly deflated, slumping her head as she muttered under her breath, "Fighting at the drop of a hat... You’re the one who taught me that!"

[Normally, it’s the upper beam being crooked that causes the lower one to be crooked. Sang Ning’s family, though? The lower beam wobbled and toppled the upper one.]

[Hu Zhi’s words hit hard; you can’t even argue against them. Sister Sang is brash and impatient, long accustomed to dealing with problems with a fist.]

[That doesn’t mean she should imitate her, though. Honestly, when Sang Ning fights, she does it with a certain grace, unlike their messy hair-pulling antics. No regard for their image at all.]

Sang Ning’s lip twitched, but her expression quickly returned to normal. "Fighting is one thing, but can you avoid affecting others? Look at the number of vendor stalls you’ve overturned!"

Hu Zhi avoided her gaze and lowered her head, finally beginning to feel the repercussions.

This was bad—how much did all of this damage cost?

After the drama wound down, the angry stall owners started stepping forward to demand compensation.

"Who’s going to pay for all the vegetables you ruined? Who’s responsible here?"

The stall owners’ tone was harsh, and Li Sulan raised a finger to point at Hu Zhi. "She started it; go after her!"

When Hu Zhi’s gaze darted over, Li Sulan’s anger surged again. "Hu, what are you looking at? I’m telling you now—this isn’t over. If you don’t apologize to me, I’ll find a lawyer as soon as we’re off the show and sue you! Do you want your daughter to still have a place in this circle?"

The outright threat made Hu Zhi bite her lip, but without hesitation, she blurted out, "I’m sorry."

She had lost control earlier, but she couldn’t let her daughter suffer because of her.

"Too late. Keep your apologies for after the show—tell them to my lawyer!"

Hu Zhi’s apology did nothing to appease Li Sulan; instead, she took advantage of the moment to escalate further.

Sang Ning’s gaze suddenly turned icy, sending a chill down Li Sulan’s spine. Still, she straightened her back and faced her defiantly, sneering. "What? Are you going to use your mother’s tricks and hit me too? The cameras are rolling, you know. If you dare lay a hand on me, I won’t show any leniency—I’ll sue you along with her!"

[I’m speechless. What sort of "relationship" could Li Sulan and Sang Ning even have? The kind where you force someone to change clothes and toil away, maybe?]

[I’m getting even angrier. Is Li Sulan trying to intimidate them with her power? If she hadn’t run her mouth, would Hu Zhi just lash out on a whim and pull her hair?]

"Mom, enough already." Chu Xi bit her lip and tugged on Li Sulan’s hand.

Did Li Sulan ever consider her position? What if she pushed Hu Zhi too far and Hu Zhi spilled all the secrets about her time at the Sang Family? Would she still have any reputation left?

Li Sulan was already deeply frustrated after repeatedly losing face to the Sang Family. Now, all she wanted was to vent her anger.

Previously, her main fear had been the Sang Family revealing that Chu Xi used to be their daughter. But now she had figured it out—what was there to be afraid of?

She’d just frame it as the Sang Family switching the babies on purpose, sending their real daughter to the Chu Family to live in luxury. When that narrative came out, the only one people would pity would be Xixi.