CHAPTER 411: CHAPTER 411: WHAT DOES DIFFERENT TREATMENT MEAN?

Sang Ning glanced at Qin Feng. "If I knew them, would I still need your help?"

Qin Feng slowly nodded. "True enough."

But how could Sang Ning not know Li Juezhou’s parents?

Is this what being the girlfriend of a big shot is like? So nonchalant? Never thought about cozying up to Li Juezhou’s parents and climbing to the position of Mrs. Li?

Perhaps Li Juezhou never even introduced Sang Ning to his parents.

Sure enough, Li Juezhou was just messing around.

Qin Feng gave Sang Ning a look of pity. "Don’t worry, I’ll definitely find them for you."

Sang Ning couldn’t figure out where Qin Feng’s weird sense of sympathy came from but still sincerely expressed her thanks. "I’ll be counting on you then."

What kind of situation is this?

Qin Feng felt the photo in his hand was burning hot. It’s one thing for Li Juezhou’s parents to show up, but why did his childhood sweetheart come as well?

Afraid the production crew might secretly take photos again, Qin Feng deliberately circled the crowd several times before finding a quiet spot to make a phone call.

"Hey, Sister Yu Jing, I need a favor from you..."

"Also, there’s another thing I need your help with—later, we absolutely have to act like we don’t know each other..."

Qin Feng never hid his identity as a wealthy second generation within the industry, but he never disclosed which family he belonged to. Naturally, he wouldn’t want this background revealed just because of a variety show.

Within minutes, Sang Ning received Qin Feng’s call. "Sang Ning, you hit the jackpot! I managed to find all three for you!"

"That’s impressive," Sang Ning responded, genuinely astonished.

Having found the people, Sang Ning and Song Shiye naturally went to meet up with him.

The group of six eventually gathered in the lobby in front of the service counter. When Sang Ning and Song Shiye arrived, the three strangers were standing close to one another, each with a large suitcase beside them.

The three belonged to the type who looked better in person than in photos, though their facial features remained consistent overall.

Qin Feng was chatting with them casually. It seemed everyone had been informed that they’d be participating in the same variety show.

Sang Ning approached politely, wearing a courteous smile, and greeted the three. "May I ask what to call you? My name is Sang Ning; you can call me Xiao Sang."

The middle-aged man and woman in front of her were naturally older than Sang Ning, while the young woman beside them also seemed older. Sang Ning felt that humbly referring to herself as "Xiao Sang" was completely appropriate.

The three cast her inquisitive looks, while Sang Ning maintained a slight upward curve to her lips. However, her gaze dimmed faintly.

The middle-aged man and young woman seemed somewhat hostile toward her, but the middle-aged woman, whose commanding presence made her seem like someone not to be trifled with, was the first to greet her. "Xiao Sang, is it? I’m Wei Lan; you can call me Aunt Lan."

Wei Lan wore a high-quality tan leather coat, paired with a bright red turtleneck underneath, a fine gold pendant hanging at her chest. Her hair was swept up elegantly, her posture dignified and graceful—her entire figure exuded a minimalist yet grand aura.

Though Wei Lan had a faint smile on her face, the emotion didn’t reach her eyes—it was merely surface-level courtesy for social decorum.

"Hello, Sister Lan." Sang Ning couldn’t bring herself to say "Aunt."

In the entertainment industry, even veterans old enough to be someone’s mother wouldn’t be addressed as "Aunt." Out of respect, they’d always be called "Sister."

Not to mention, women are inherently sensitive about age and prefer to retain their youthful image. Wei Lan’s attitude was amicable enough, and she indeed appeared youthful—calling her "Sister" wasn’t overstepping.

Wei Lan was momentarily taken aback, but her expression quickly softened into a faint smile. "You’re quite the kid."

Lu Yujing sneaked a glance at Sang Ning, her face unaffected, though internally she was full of disdain.

Slick-tongued, always finding sweet ways to speak!

Though Lu Yujing held extreme dislike for Sang Ning deep down, she courteously greeted her with a smile. "Sang Ning, hello, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Lu Yujing."

Sang Ning shook hands with Lu Yujing out of politeness, but the other seemed to deliberately apply extra pressure, refusing to let go.

No matter how slow-witted she might be, this moment made Sang Ning keenly aware of the inexplicable hostility emanating from Lu Yujing. She gradually raised her gaze, calmly and confidently scrutinizing the woman in front of her.

Lu Yujing had an oval face delicate as a porcelain doll, large round eyes shining with cleverness and charm, akin to a deer in the forest—she made a powerful first impression as a goddess.

Her posture upright, neck gracefully elongated, and overall aura radiantly upward—a certain professionalism marked her as a dancer to the core.

Yet her slightly elevated chin and the peculiar curl of her lips covertly erected an invisible wall between herself and Sang Ning.

Sang Ning came to a conclusion: she and Lu Yujing simply didn’t click.

She withdrew her hand, her expression indifferent. "May I ask who you are?"

Sang Ning was genuinely curious about Lu Yujing’s identity—the woman knew her but wasn’t exactly a fan.

"Me? Just someone who dances ballet. Certainly not as famous as you." Lu Yujing’s demeanor and tone remained steady, though Sang Ning detected faint undertones of mockery.

The live-stream chat was ablaze with commentary at this point.

[I’ve been wondering why this lady looked so familiar; now I remember—she’s none other than the legendary ballet dancer Lu Yujing! I heard she studied abroad at sixteen and has been based overseas ever since. Why has she suddenly returned to China?]

[This program really upped its game. Calling themselves ’ordinary people’ and then inviting such a big name.]

[Is Lu Yujing trying to break into the entertainment industry, using this show as a stepping stone?]

[Probably not—Lu Yujing has such an exceptional appearance; if she wanted to enter showbiz, she would’ve done it ages ago. Clearly, she’s chosen the path of a true artist. Maybe joining this show is just for relaxation.]

While the live chat heated up with speculation, Sang Ning’s attitude towards Lu Yujing subtly cooled.

"Well, Miss Lu, I’m glad you know who I am—otherwise, all my efforts over the years would’ve been for nothing." Sang Ning chuckled lightly, taking on a teasing tone while briefly glancing at the others.

When their eyes met hers, Qin Feng uneasily shifted his gaze away.

In this tension-filled standoff, Sang Ning’s words were a veiled jab, implying Lu Yujing’s own accomplishments might have been fruitless.

Qin Feng stole a cautious glance—sure enough, cracks were appearing in Lu Yujing’s otherwise composed exterior, though she continued to wear her artificial smile and fought the urge to lash out.

The last person hadn’t introduced themselves yet. Just as Sang Ning began to ask, Wei Lan preemptively spoke. "This is my husband, Li..."

"I’m Li Haidong!" Li Haidong abruptly interjected, cutting Wei Lan off while signaling covertly with his eyes.

He wasn’t ready to reveal his identity to Sang Ning just yet.

"Oh, so you’re Sister Lan’s husband! Hello there, Uncle Haidong!" Sang Ning’s lips curved into the picture of sweetness.

But Li Haidong’s face instantly darkened. He and Wei Lan were a couple—how could Sang Ning call Wei Lan "Sister" and then address him as "Uncle"? What kind of logic was that?