Chapter 318: Chapter 318: Has the Curse Taken Effect?
The live stream collaboration yielded unexpectedly good results, with Sang Ning’s Douyin and Weibo followers increasing significantly compared to previous days.
Having tasted success, Sang Ning continued the collaborative live stream approach over the following days.
However, during these streams, she used Sang Youming and Hu Zhi’s accounts, with her sole role being to drive traffic their way.
After all, this was her original intent behind live streaming—to help Sang Youming and Hu Zhi establish their personal streaming channels.
Both of them had solid skills and never ran out of content for their streams. Once the streams became stable, she planned to teach them short video production and gradually expand their account influence.
The Sang Family had been in a highly passive situation initially. Sang Ning was slandered by Qingyue as a dark force within the entertainment industry, while Sang Youming and Hu Zhi were accused by the Chu Family of maliciously swapping their suicidal daughter.
But neither side provided convincing evidence in time, allowing Sang Ning to ride the wave of negative trending searches. This not only helped establish Sang Youming and Hu Zhi’s personal streaming channels but also significantly boosted her own Weibo following.
Sang Ning was slowly turning a passive situation into an active one. She was now deeply grateful that Qingyue and the Chu Family had not fabricated evidence right away, giving her precious breathing space.
If they had immediately thrown out any form of evidence, whether genuine or not, it would have made clearing her name incredibly difficult.
What Sang Ning didn’t know, however, was that Chu Tian and Li Sulan originally planned to use fabricated evidence. But bizarrely, both fell ill the day after Sang Ning’s cursing live stream.
The Chu Family.
Li Sulan was supported into sitting on the sofa. Her eyes were deeply sunken, her lips pale, and her entire complexion was haggard.
The housekeeper brought her a cup of warm water. After sipping it slowly, she finally raised her eyes to look at the doctor in the white coat before her, asking, "Doctor, are there any other issues with my husband’s and my health?"
Inwardly, Li Sulan couldn’t help but silently complain about Chu Tian.
Was Chu Tian even a man? He was physically so much larger than her, yet she was able to get out of bed already while he remained a limp, useless lump pinned to the bed.
"Madam, there’s nothing to worry about. Both you and Mr. Chu just caught a bad case of the flu, but all your health indicators are perfectly normal," said the doctor in a calm tone, handing over some examination results to Li Sulan.
Li Sulan, not being a medical professional, naturally couldn’t understand much, but still took the papers and flipped through them symbolically. "Really? Just the flu? But how could the flu leave us bedridden for days? Could there be any tests that weren’t done?"
"Madam, all the necessary tests have already been conducted thoroughly. You and Mr. Chu are indeed very healthy. As for being bedridden for days, individuals react differently to the flu. Some display more severe symptoms. You needn’t worry too much. With proper diet and rest, your health will soon recover," the doctor explained helplessly.
Li Sulan refused to believe there wasn’t something wrong with her health. The doctor had already gone over this countless times.
"Why not run the tests again? I’m still a bit uneasy," said Li Sulan, lifting her head from the examination report.
The doctor forced a wry smile. "Madam, I would advise against it. Medical equipment emits radiation, and conducting repeated tests in a short period could harm your body. Plus, our equipment is state-of-the-art. I can stake my life on their accuracy."
Feeling a headache coming on, Li Sulan raised her hand to rub her temples and snapped impatiently, "Alright, I get it. You can leave now."
Rich people like Li Sulan often fear death the most. She no longer trusted this doctor and was already considering looking for a second opinion elsewhere.
"This is just ridiculous. I’ve lived for decades, and it’s not like I’ve never had the flu before. Why was this time so bad? Why did only Chu Tian and I get sick? Was it me who infected Chu Tian, or Chu Tian who infected me?" Rubbing her temples, Li Sulan grumbled, clearly exasperated.
The housekeeper, standing nearby, massaged her shoulders to soothe her and casually chimed in, "Exactly, Madam and Sir are normally so healthy. This time, you were both completely bedridden. It almost scared us to death. People might even think someone cursed you!"
"Cursed?" Li Sulan suddenly froze, removing her hand from her temple and turning to look sharply at the housekeeper.
Her gaze became piercing, startling the housekeeper, who stiffly nodded. "Yes... yes..."
"Ha! What a coincidence," Li Sulan suddenly let out a cold laugh. She recalled Sang Ning’s so-called cursing live stream from a few days ago.
This mystery was solved. It must have been Sang Ning’s absurd little stunt that caused her and Chu Tian to end up like this!
Back then, neither she nor Chu Tian had paid it much attention, instead dismissing it as Sang Youming and Hu Zhi’s cheap antics.
She and Chu Tian were tough; no random curses could bring them down.
But now, it seemed they had indeed been cursed.
"Ugh! I’m so furious!" Li Sulan grabbed a couch pillow and threw it across the room. The housekeeper stood frozen in place, too scared to move.
"Sang Ning has truly let me down!" Li Sulan fumed. The mere thought of Sang Ning allowing Sang Youming and Hu Zhi to curse them this way was enough to fill her with rage. She felt that Sang Ning was an ungrateful traitor.
They had raised her for twenty years, and this was how she repaid her former parents?
"Fine. If she has no gratitude for us, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!" Snatching another couch pillow, Li Sulan hurled it again.
She was genuinely livid, completely forgetting that it was she and Chu Tian who had provoked all of this in the first place, now pushing all the blame squarely onto Sang Ning.
Meanwhile, Qingyue hadn’t been able to reach Duan Wenhu for several days. He was becoming increasingly anxious, worrying that she might have abandoned him.
Even without Duan Wenhu by his side, Qingyue hadn’t skipped any live streams. Sang Ning’s audience growth had been astonishing lately, and he wasn’t about to let her hog all the attention.
But now, any attempt to stream by himself fell flat. The sparse number of viewers who remained in his streams would flood the chat, urging him to break up with Duan Wenhu.
Already on edge from being unable to contact Duan Wenhu, Qingyue dared not trash-talk her behind her back, instead desperately steering the conversation toward other topics.
But after doing this multiple times, his viewers refused to buy it anymore, and gradually, fewer and fewer people tuned into his streams.
Seeing this route blocked, Qingyue tried leeching off Sang Ning’s popularity, doubling down on accusations that she was a dark force in the entertainment industry. Yet without evidence, and with Sang Ning’s public image slowly improving, no one believed him.
Several times, he managed to connect his stream to Sang Ning’s, only to be publicly scolded and kicked out by her.
Now, every path seemed closed. Qingyue was teetering on the brink of despair.