Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 204: What Does Sang Ning Have to Do with Being Gentle and Cute?

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: What Does Sang Ning Have to Do with Being Gentle and Cute?

Fire exit.

"Brother Kai, why are you running? If you’re going to run, why not take me with you!"

Chu Xi, who had caught up, panted as she interrogated Qin Kai.

Qin Kai scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed: "I saw my dad."

Sang Ning stared at him with exasperation: "Director Qin is your dad, not some vicious wolf. Do you really need to be this scared of him?"

"It’s a habit, it’s a habit." Qin Kai raised both palms apologetically, "Back when I hadn’t achieved much in my acting career, I didn’t want anyone to know about my relationship with my dad. So whenever I’d see him out dining with people, I’d avoid him as much as possible. Otherwise, I’d end up getting dragged to his table."

Aside from Chu Xi, Sang Ning and Shen Yi both nodded in understanding.

Chu Xi couldn’t help but think to herself—having a ready-made connection and not using it? Qin Kai really is an obstinate fool.

Out of respect for Qin Kai’s wish to avoid Director Qin, the four decided to leave the club and find another restaurant for their dinner gathering.

Top floor of a luxury club.

"Director Qin, maybe you’re mistaken? I didn’t see anyone." Ma Liheng nudged Qin Jiaxiang’s back, urging him forward. "Let’s go. President Duan is already waiting for us in the private room."

Qin Jiaxiang turned his head back, raised a finger to point at Ma Liheng, his expression conflicted as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Then, he looked past Ma Liheng and locked eyes with the woman behind him, his face filled with bitter disappointment: "Wen Jiu, you weren’t like this before... How did things become like this now?"

Wen Jiu, who had changed out of the qipao she wore during a program recording, was now dressed in a Chanel-inspired ensemble. She accessorized with a pair of chic pearl earrings, making her appear more intellectual and feminine.

"Director Qin, mind your words. We’re just here for dinner." Wen Jiu smiled gently, walking forward elegantly past Ma Liheng and Qin Jiaxiang.

Aside from the trio, there were two other regular guests of the show "Who’s the Real Performer"—performance coach Yu Dandan and star screenwriter Xu Qiqi.

Under the guidance of a waiter, the five entered the private suite on the top floor.

Inside the room, two others were already seated—a man and a woman.

The woman appeared to be around fifty but was impeccably maintained. Only her loose muscle tone and facial wrinkles betrayed her age despite her glowing, smooth complexion, which rivaled that of a young woman in her twenties.

When the newcomers entered, the woman rose gracefully, smiling as she addressed them: "Feel free to pick your seats, dear teachers. Make yourselves comfortable."

The young man sitting beside her also stood up. Upon getting a clearer look at the young man’s face, the mentors exchanged meaningful glances, the unspoken implication clear between them.

"Ayue, why are you standing there like an idiot? Hurry and pour drinks for the teachers." Duan Wenhui playfully ran her fingers along Qingyue’s strong arm, her gaze sultry, showing no regard for the other guests present.

Instead of being annoyed by such teasing, Qingyue lowered his eyes obediently, saying softly, "Alright, Sister Hui."

Qingyue stood up, grabbed a wine bottle, and moved between the mentors with practiced ease, pouring drinks for each of them as though he were a well-trained waiter.

Seizing the moment as Qingyue poured drinks, Duan Wenhui, in a playful tone, asked, "Dear teachers, what do you think of our Ayue? Does he have the potential to become an actor?"

Ma Liheng exchanged a smile with Duan Wenhui, offering a polite reply, "Young people have endless possibilities, of course."

Ma Liheng’s comment remained vague, avoiding any direct evaluation of Qingyue’s strengths or weaknesses.

Clearly unsatisfied with the answer, Duan Wenhui turned toward Wen Jiu. "Xiao Jiu, you were once an acclaimed actress, right? Can you offer Ayue some advice?"

By this time, Qingyue had already poured a small glass of baijiu for Wen Jiu. Wen Jiu picked up her glass but didn’t drink. Instead, she overturned her cup and emptied the baijiu into the wine basin before her.

Duan Wenhui and Qingyue’s faces darkened simultaneously.

Wen Jiu gently unscrewed the bottle of mineral water prepared for each guest at the table, took a sip, and smiled faintly. "I apologize; my title as Best Actress was earned through hard work, step by step. As for Qingyue’s path—well, I have no experience in that regard and can’t say whether it’s feasible."

At her words, Qingyue tightened his grip on the wine bottle, his face flushed red with embarrassment.

Wen Jiu had essentially insinuated that he was using his body to climb the ranks.

"Wen Jiu! What’s the meaning of this? I let you save face, and this is how you repay me?" Duan Wenhui’s previous poise evaporated, her features twisted in anger.

"I’m sorry. My face was a gift from my parents," Wen Jiu replied, sipping her water again without concern.

One of Wen Jiu’s quirks was her tendency to sound ever more gentle and pleasant whenever she argued with others, like a melodious wind chime ringing in the mountain breeze—bright and cheerful to the extreme.

Her light, indifferent tone infuriated Duan Wenhui even more, making her feel as though every punch she threw landed on soft cotton, utterly ineffective.

"President Duan, let me toast you," Ma Liheng interjected, lifting his glass. "Xiao Wen has always been upfront and straightforward in the industry. Please don’t take it personally."

Duan Wenhui snorted coldly but still raised her glass to accept Ma Liheng’s toast.

"Some people should really know their place. Otherwise, they’ll fall hard—and it’ll be fatal when they do." Duan Wenhui shot Wen Jiu a cold glare, then drained her cup in one gulp.

Wen Jiu’s lips curled slightly in a faint smile, her body language indicating she couldn’t care less about Duan Wenhui’s remarks.

If not for Li Juezhou being Shen Fang’s brother, Wen Jiu wouldn’t have bothered with such a trivial gathering.

Sitting next to Wen Jiu, Qin Jiaxiang leaned closer and whispered, "Can you rein in that temper of yours? You don’t have to insult just anyone!"

Wen Jiu rolled her eyes at him calmly, saying, "Aren’t you the one who always claims to be unafraid of authority? What’s this now—dragged down by beauty?"

Qin Jiaxiang cast a brief glance at Duan Wenhui and curled his lip in disdain.

Ha! This so-called beauty? Forget it. If not for the Hai Chuan Group, he wouldn’t have even bothered showing up here.

Noticing Qin Jiaxiang sneaking peeks at her, Wen Jiu turned toward him with a puzzled expression. "Director Qin, what’s up?"

Qin Jiaxiang shook his head. "Nothing, just that you and Sang Ning are quite the pair—both hopeless cases."

Wen Jiu: "..." Have you no manners?

After a pause, Qin Jiaxiang added, "But honestly, you’re better than her. At least you’re only sharp with your tongue. That girl not only argues but kicks—and her temper’s even worse than yours."

"No way," Wen Jiu replied, holding up the bottle of water, her smile soft and gentle. "I think Sangsang is sweet and adorable."

Qin Jiaxiang instantly leaned back, staring at Wen Jiu with an expression of utter disbelief.

Sweet? Adorable?

Has Wen Jiu never seen Sang Ning’s wild antics in the countryside? What kind of ridiculous misunderstanding does she have of the girl?