CHAPTER 308: CHAPTER 308: MENTAL INSTABILITY

[To be fair, although I really dislike Sang Ning, I have to admit that this face is top-notch!]

[Looking at this kind of face, suddenly I feel like no matter what colossal mistakes she’s made, she deserves my forgiveness.]

[Can I just say this? Watching Sang Ning’s livestream is a lot more pleasing to the eye than Qingyue’s. Honestly, staring at that sickly face for the past few days has tired me out a bit—I need some youthful energy to reignite my passion.]

[Enough already. What time is it now? Are we letting morality be dictated by facial features? Sang Ning hasn’t even officially apologized to Chu Xi and Qingyue yet, and you all are fawning over her like this? Imagine how the victims must feel!]

As the bullet comments quarreled endlessly, Sang Ning finally adjusted the camera and slowly stepped back until her upper body was fully centered in the frame.

Once she steadied herself, Sang Ning bowed deeply toward the camera and said, "Thank you, dear audience, for your support on my very first official livestream."

After speaking, she straightened up again and continued, "To create a pleasant livestream environment, I’ve decided from this moment forward not to watch the bullet comments. I have a short temper, and if I see any insults, I won’t be able to resist snapping back. I’m worried you fragile souls might be too easily hurt and end up crying—if someone gets too upset and jumps off a building, I’ll be the one at fault."

Audience: ???

Sang Ning might just go down in history as the first livestreamer to roast her audience like this. Where does she get the nerve?

[Sang Ning really embodies shamelessness to the fullest—how does she even have the audacity to say things like that?]

[If she’s not here to apologize, then why bother starting a livestream? Is she just here to perform?]

[I don’t get it—can someone please kick Sang the Bitch out of the entertainment industry? Qingyue’s been hurt so badly by her and hasn’t received a single word of apology. Now, she’s even insulting all of us. Who gave her the guts?!]

[I’m keeping my eyes wide open to see exactly what kind of stunt Sang the Bitch plans to pull.]

"I’d like to clarify that my comments are directed solely at those who’ve been maliciously spreading false narratives about me recently," Sang Ning explained toward the camera, her eyes tilting slightly upward, exuding a commanding presence. "As for everything that’s happened recently, I only have one thing to say: the news reports are wildly inconsistent with the facts. Beyond that, I have no further comments. If you’re determined to expose me, then bring forth your evidence—I’ll be waiting!"

The audience didn’t know the full truth of the situation, but Sang Ning’s response came across as arrogant, igniting another wave of angry bullet comment attacks against her.

True to her word, Sang Ning stayed completely unbothered by the comments, offering no replies or protests.

"Alright then, let’s officially begin the livestream now. I invite all of you to enjoy an immersive viewing experience." After bowing toward the camera again, Sang Ning disappeared from view.

Just as the audience was wondering where Sang Ning had gone, Sang Youming appeared in front of the camera, holding a set of woodworking tools in his hands.

The camera then switched to Hu Zhi, brandishing a spatula at the audience.

Audience: ??? What on earth is the Sang Family up to now?

The camera shifted back to Sang Youming, who flipped on an electric saw, filling the room with its low, whining hum. He then bowed toward the camera, saying, "Hello, dear fans—I’m victim number one, Sang Youming, slandered and defamed by the Chu Group!"

The camera panned to Hu Zhi next: "Hello, friends, family, and supporters—I’m victim number two, slandered and defamed by the Chu Group, Hu Zhi!"

After speaking, Hu Zhi theatrically twirled the spatula in her hand, showing off a little "trick" to entertain the audience.

Behind the camera, Sang Ning’s lips twitched, her expression brimming with complexity.

Her parents, honestly, were something else—clearly, they’d spent a lot of time watching livestreams because they seemed to have mastered all the tropes.

[If not for the "victim" prefixes Sang Youming and Hu Zhi added, I’d have seriously thought they were here to cover up a murder scene.]

[What kind of victims wave around electric saws and spatulas to greet their audience? Is this a livestream or a comedy show?]

[Just wondering, is this Sang Ning’s redemption arc? Like, having her family take this comical approach to apologizing as a way to rehabilitate her image?]

[Ha, let me make my stance clear—unless Sang Ning can provide solid evidence proving her innocence, not even her parents, let alone the King of Heaven himself, can apologize on her behalf and sway me.]

[Wait, hold up—Sang Youming and Hu Zhi don’t seem the least bit inclined to apologize, do they?]

[??? What is going on?]

Initially, the audience assumed this was a carefully orchestrated livestream meant to serve as Sang Ning’s indirect apology and explanation. But Sang Youming and Hu Zhi’s actions left everyone in the chat thoroughly perplexed.

Sang Youming suddenly pulled out a thick wooden plank and started sawing away with his electric saw, while Hu Zhi abandoned her spatula and fetched a large bowl of flour, kneeling next to him and kneading away at the dough...

[The silence is deafening. My eyes feel like they’re about to be blinded—can someone please tell me what these two are actually doing?]

[I mean, let’s be real—is it just me, or does this feel like a throwback to the Sang Family’s all-around bizarre energy in "Encounter in Countryside"?]

[Do they plan to apologize at all?]

[Apologize for what? Didn’t you hear them say they’re the victims? Why on earth should they apologize?]

[Fine, but if they’re not apologizing, they should at least give us an explanation. Otherwise, I have no idea what the point of this livestream even is.]

[I’m not leaving today—I’ll stick around to see how long they can keep this up without saying a word.]

For the next stretch of time, Sang Youming and Hu Zhi remained utterly silent, focusing entirely on their tasks.

Sang Ning, true to her role as the behind-the-scenes operator, diligently adjusted the camera angles to ensure the audience could get a clear view of the couple’s hand movements.

The livestream was oddly quiet apart from the occasional sound of the electric saw. Normally, such a broadcast would be incredibly dull, yet somehow not a single viewer left.

Everyone stayed glued to the screen, afraid they might miss the next move from Sang Youming and Hu Zhi.

The thick wooden plank Sang Youming began sawing turned into a rough humanoid shape under his precise chiseling and carving.

Meanwhile, Hu Zhi worked swiftly, skillfully kneading the dough with clean, decisive motions. Each fold and press of the dough was oddly satisfying to watch, offering a sort of therapeutic relief—a strange addiction that compelled people to keep watching.

Sang Youming soon began carving intricate details into the wooden figurine, and Sang Ning zoomed the camera in as much as possible to give the audience a good view of his knife strokes.

The depth and angles of the cuts varied, each one peeling away a thin strip of wood, revealing different layers. Gradually, the wooden figurine took shape, its head clearly defined, complete with textured hair so lifelike it seemed strands could be counted even before any paint was applied.

Sang Youming’s exceptional craftsmanship had an almost meditative effect, drawing in viewers exhausted by the hectic pace of modern life.

The rhythmic sounds of the carving knife against the wood reverberated faintly, inexplicably holding everyone’s attention.

Before long, the figurine had a face—but the features looked unnervingly familiar.

With a quick flip, Sang Youming turned the figurine over and began engraving letters on its back.

Though the figurine was no larger than an adult’s palm, his precision while carving the letters remained utterly unimpeded.