CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 307: COMPETING FOR TRAFFIC WITH HIM

After Sang Ning returned home, she headed straight to the rooftop. Sang Youming and Hu Zhi were leaning on the terrace, gazing into the distance.

When Sang Ning called out to them, they slowly turned around.

"What are you doing? You seem so engrossed," Sang Ning asked.

Hu Zhi was the first to question, "Where is Sang Chuan going? Why didn’t he say goodbye to us?"

"He went back to school," Sang Ning answered truthfully.

"Was the school issue resolved?" Sang Youming and Hu Zhi spoke in unison, their eyes lighting up with disbelief and joy.

"Yes," Sang Ning nodded, "It’s settled. A friend helped switch him to a new school. This school is quite strict, so we probably won’t see Sang Chuan until the college entrance exams are over."

Hu Zhi furrowed her brows slightly and began to grumble softly, "This kid, leaving for such a long time without even saying goodbye—his rebellious teenage phase is really dragging on!"

Sang Youming patted Hu Zhi on the shoulder beside her, comforting her: "It’s alright. When sons grow up, you can’t keep them around. You’ve got me accompanying you, and that’s enough."

Sang Ning’s lips curled into a subtle smile. It seemed Sang Chuan’s position in the Sang Family wasn’t so low after all.

Sang Youming and Hu Zhi being harsh on him was real, but their love for him was equally genuine.

"Well, Sang Chuan’s issue is solved, but what about us? Are we really going to have to bundle ourselves up like dumplings every time we go out?" Hu Zhi’s sadness came and went quickly.

"Mom, don’t worry. We’re about to escape this misery," Sang Ning consoled her while walking toward them.

Only then did Hu Zhi and Sang Youming notice the tripod Sang Ning was holding. Sang Youming asked curiously, "Xiao Ning, what’s that you’ve got in your hand?"

"Livestream equipment. Starting from today, our family is getting into livestreaming." As she spoke, Sang Ning had already set the tripod firmly on the ground.

"What? Livestreaming?"

Sang Youming and Hu Zhi were both shocked and exchanged glances.

Though they weren’t old-fashioned, they certainly knew what livestreaming was.

But given the current level of online scrutiny on their family, wasn’t starting a livestream at this moment essentially courting disaster?

"Xiao Ning, are you trying to get even more people to scold us? Is that your plan?" Sang Youming looked worried, thinking his daughter’s mental state was a bit off.

"Exactly! Let them scold us while we rake in some traffic. Who knows? You and Mom might even transform into popular lifestyle influencers!" Sang Ning said confidently.

Since the last time she endorsed a canned goods factory through livestreaming, she felt livestreaming was a great opportunity.

Now more so, inspired by Qingyue and Duan Wenhu—those two had gained a lot of followers through their livestreams over the past few days.

She couldn’t lag behind. After all, she was the eye of the storm in the online frenzy. If anyone was going to cash in on the traffic, it should be her—not those two cheap attention-seekers, Qingyue and Duan Wenhu.

"Xiao Ning, are you kidding? Aside from good looks, your dad and I have nothing else to offer—what would we even livestream?" Hu Zhi said shamelessly.

Sang Ning’s eye twitched slightly. Good, her parents had all the confidence they needed. That was enough.

"Mom, I’ve already figured it out. You’re positioned as the ’Master of Home Cooking,’ and Dad as the ’Crafting Artisan.’ You just focus on showcasing what you’re best at—no pressure for anything else."

Sang Ning had already designed personas for her parents. The quality of the livestream now depended on whether their skills were solid enough.

But Sang Ning was confident. Her dad had been learning from professional woodworking instructors for a while, and her mom’s cooking was already excellent. Both tasks were right in their comfort zones.

After hearing Sang Ning’s proposal, Sang Youming and Hu Zhi quickly felt reassured. Performing woodworking and cooking was nothing more than a walk in the park for them.

Next, Sang Youming and Hu Zhi began preparing the items needed for the livestream.

Hu Zhi preferred using a traditional stove for her cooking, so after moving in, Sang Youming had built her a simple stove on the rooftop. Paired with a long table, it worked as a makeshift rooftop kitchen.

Half an hour later, the setup was ready, and the livestream officially began.

Sang Ning launched the livestream via her Douyin main account. As soon as the livestream went live, fans began entering the streaming room.

[Wuwuwu, Sis! You finally went live! Are you planning to address everything?]

[Sis, we fans all believe you’re not like what people say. This is all a capitalist conspiracy—they’ve hatched this scheme to ruin you.]

[Aww, Sis is still as beautiful as ever. Just seeing you lifts my mood!]

Of course, Sang Ning noticed the fans’ comments in the chat. To show her gratitude, she made a heart gesture toward the camera.

"Thank you to all my lovely supporters for believing in me. There’s a lot to this story, but I’ll give you all an explanation very soon."

These words from Sang Ning were like a reassurance pill for her fans. They fully trusted that a positive role model like Sang Ning couldn’t possibly be as terrible as the internet rumors claimed.

Given that Sang Ning had already been a topical persona for some time, her livestream room initially had only fans watching, but it didn’t take long before curious onlookers discovered that she was live despite the intense scrutiny.

In Qingyue and Duan Wenhu’s livestream rooms, viewers began discussing it.

[Everyone, listen up! Sang, you Bitch has started a livestream!]

[No way! Does she feel like people haven’t scolded her enough and now wants to volunteer for more abuse?]

[If that’s the case, I need to check out her livestream for myself!]

[Sorry, Qingyue! I’m temporarily ditching your room to see what kind of chaos ’Sang, you Bitch’ is stirring. Don’t worry—I’ll return soon!]

While the chat was bustling, the viewership in Qingyue’s livestream began to drop significantly.

Qingyue’s expression darkened. Sang Ning was shameless, always coming to steal his traffic, wasn’t she?

But even so, he couldn’t fight against the viewers’ curiosity. Sang Ning was currently the target of widespread online condemnation. Her going live now was like every random dog on the street wanting to pounce and bark at her.

Although Qingyue wasn’t pleased, he wasn’t worried. After the audience finished venting in her livestream, they’d surely return to his livestream room.

Especially since his livestream over the last few days had set the stage nicely, today he was ready to start selling products. If his viewership wasn’t enough, the whole session would be meaningless.

In Sang Ning’s livestream room, as a wave of combat-ready viewers poured in, the comments turned foul.

[Heard Sang, you Bitch is live—had to swing by to leave a mark.]

[She better be livestreaming an apology. Otherwise, I’ll roast her so badly she’ll be reduced to ashes.]

[Sang, you Bitch, your grandpa’s here. Why aren’t you saying anything?]

The barrage of insults in the chat grew nastier, but Sang Ning suddenly noticed something off about the camera. She was busy adjusting the lens and didn’t pay attention to the viewers’ comments. Her face, positioned too close to the camera, filled up the screen, causing the crowd of previously insulting viewers to fall silent abruptly.