Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Want to Sneak By Beautifully Invisibly?
[Quick question: What do Tiantian and Lanlan mean?]
[I heard there’s some curse livestream happening here? This doesn’t feel like cursing though, more like performing rituals.]
[Clearly you’re new here. Let me explain: Tiantian refers to Chu Moutian, and Lanlan refers to Li Molan. Got it now?]
[Why not just use their actual names? What’s with this ’guess who’ game?]
[Hahaha, they initially did use the actual names. Later, Sang Ning stopped them, saying it was to avoid unnecessary reputation disputes, so they changed the names.]
[Uh... this name change is completely ineffective. Also, the Sang Family is way too malicious. They stole someone’s child for 20 years and still have the audacity to curse them. Aren’t they afraid it’ll backfire on themselves first?]
[Not sure. Sang Youming and Hu Zhi claim they’ve been falsely accused, but without evidence, this is the only way they can vent their resentment.]
The drama-loving netizens were having a heated discussion in Sang Ning’s livestream room, but Sang Youming and Hu Zhi paid them no mind, focusing on their work instead.
After lurking in the livestream for a while without getting any responses, the drama-seekers began to feel bored and were about to leave the stream.
At that moment, two sudden purchase links popped up in the livestream room. Immediately after, Sang Ning, who had been working behind the scenes as the camera operator, appeared in front of the lens.
"Family, what kind of fate brings us together here in this livestream? Is it love? No, it’s hatred!" Sang Ning emphasized the last two words, but her calm and collected expression showed no sign of emotional hurt.
The netizens were stunned by her formal demeanor. They continued listening as she said, "Aside from my baby fans, the rest of you come here carrying hatred against me—clearly wanting to roast me mercilessly in the livestream room. But just roasting me won’t be enough, right? Therefore, I’m here to recommend to you all... a curse doll."
Saying this, Sang Ning picked up one of the wooden dolls pierced full of needles and showcased it to the camera. "Just like this, a handmade curse doll—it’s perfect for engraving names and inserting pins, born to make your curses exceptional. The moment you stick the pins in, you’ll relish a silky satisfaction in unleashing your rage. It will feel as explosively cathartic as a volcanic eruption. Now, I announce, this handmade curse doll doesn’t cost 3999! Not even 399! And certainly not 39.9! It’s just 9.9, including shipping straight to your home! We only make curse dolls with heartwarming craftsmanship, only curses affordable for everyone!"
Sang Ning passionately promoted the product in front of the camera, so fervent that her spit nearly sprayed everywhere. She looked no different from a cult-like sales leader, shocking everyone with her audacious performance.
[Sang Ning doesn’t belong in the entertainment circle; livestream sales are clearly her true domain.]
[Is she really selling dolls, or is she throwing shade? The necklace from Qingyue’s livestream just now was priced at 3999, so it’s hard not to question Sang Ning’s intentions.]
[Quick, look! These curse dolls are limited edition; there are only ten available. Once they’re sold, that’s it.]
[No way, they already sold out! There really are crazies placing orders!]
[At 9.9, why not? I’m just here for the fun of it. I’m not buying it to actually curse anyone; just considering the handcrafted effort by Sang Youming, I think 9.9 isn’t a loss.]
The dolls sold out quickly. Sang Ning bowed to the camera. "Thank you all for your support, dear ones. One very important reminder regarding the after-sales for the dolls—if the person you’re cursing is innocent, all the curses will ultimately rebound to you instead."
Sang Ning blinked innocently, her face showing no hostility, yet for some inexplicable reason, it made people’s backs shiver.
[Oh my god, why does it feel like I’m the one being cursed? I just passionately roasted Sang Ning earlier, and now I feel all sorts of discomfort. Is this some kind of coincidence?]
[Can this doll order be canceled? Suddenly, I’m too scared to keep it. Oh well, it’s already bought, so forget it. Fine, I won’t curse Sang Ning at all, okay?]
[I suddenly believe Sang Ning is innocent. No real reason—just my sixth sense telling me.]
The netizens simultaneously joked around in Sang Ning’s livestream while launching attacks against Qingyue online, seamlessly multitasking.
When Qingyue opened Weibo and found himself ranked at the top of the trending blacklisting topics, his back turned cold, and he nearly dropped his phone.
"Sis, we’re in big trouble. Your earlier comments were recorded, and now the netizens are all cursing us." Qingyue hurriedly showed the video clip to Duan Wenhui.
Duan Wenhui glanced at it briefly, then started blaming Qingyue: "Why are you so unreliable in your actions? This is the umpteenth time you’ve messed up! Even pigs are smarter than you at this point!"
The more she thought about Qingyue’s failure to deal with Sang Ning and the fact that Sang Ning turned the tables on her, forcing her to stoop down and issue clarifications publicly, the angrier Duan Wenhui grew.
"When I was supporting you financially, I thought you had some brains. Now, how are you dumber by the day? Did all the money I invested in you make you stupid? All you have left is your face, and even that’s barely presentable anymore." Duan Wenhui looked Qingyue up and down and scoffed coldly. "Now that I think about it, your face isn’t that great either. Compared to Shen Yi’s, you’re far inferior. There’s a reason Shen Yi is more popular than you."
Qingyue stayed silent, enduring Duan Wenhui’s tirade. He was still depending on her financially, so he didn’t dare fight back. But being compared to Shen Yi was the last straw.
Anger boiled inside Qingyue, his veins bulging, fists clenched tightly. He forcibly suppressed his rage, took a deep breath, then asked, "Sis, I’m sorry. It was my lack of caution. What should we do now?"
"Just leave it be," Duan Wenhui said, slightly tilting her chin. "Fans are easy to fool, spineless, forgetful. Ignoring it is the best approach."
"Really?" Qingyue asked hesitantly.
Duan Wenhui didn’t seem to take the matter seriously at all. She genuinely believed her statement—Qingyue’s fans were indeed a bunch of poor nobodies. Are they not allowed to hear brutal honesty?
The next day, Qingyue’s livestream resumed as scheduled.
This time, he didn’t bother with any pretense of flaunting his relationship with Duan Wenhui. He jumped straight to hawking products.
"Dear fan babies, considering your purchasing power, today we’re bringing you an affordable necklace—only 1999! That’s 2000 cheaper than yesterday’s! Don’t miss out today!"
Qingyue smiled obsequiously while selling the product, but the fans weren’t immediately sold. Instead, they flooded the screen with questions.
[Where’s President Duan? She said such awful things yesterday—why isn’t she here to apologize?]
[Bro, I’m your fan, but come on—do you really think 1999 is ’affordable’?]
[For non-fans: Qingyue, do you view your fans as supporters or just as cash crops? After what happened yesterday, shouldn’t you and your girlfriend first come forward and apologize? Or do you think everyone has short-term memory and you can just silently brush it under the rug?]