Chapter Fifty: Sooner or Later, the Truth Will Be Revealed

Su Wan-ning’s guess was right; as soon as the show suspended its live broadcast, the first to voice dissatisfaction were the viewers. Large groups of fans began to organize and flood the production team’s official account with messages, demanding an explanation.

As public outcry grew louder, Wang Zan couldn’t withstand the pressure and went to see Su Wan-ning in person.

At first, his attitude was rather arrogant. “Things have gotten out of hand now. All you need to do is go live, apologize to Yin Shan-shan in front of the audience, and this matter will be over.”

Wang Zan thought that, given the current wave of online criticism against Su Wan-ning, she would agree immediately and gratefully apologize on camera.

But to his surprise, Su Wan-ning, sitting in her chair, lifted her chin slightly. There was no sign of panic or fear on her face; instead, she threatened him in return.

“Go live and have Yin Shan-shan apologize to me, or I won’t continue filming.”

Wang Zan seemed unable to believe his own ears and asked incredulously, “Yin Shan-shan apologizing to you?”

Even Vincent, standing nearby, looked at Su Wan-ning as if she were a patient in need of help.

She nodded. “Yes.”

Wang Zan blinked, at a loss for words before an artist for the first time.

Su Wan-ning was truly unique; he even began to suspect she was out of her mind.

“Um, maybe we should discuss this first, or else—” Vincent, sensing the tension, tried to intervene, but Su Wan-ning cut him off directly.

“There’s nothing to discuss. You saw everything just now. The herbal medicine I brought back is proof. The cause of Yangyang’s illness is obvious. If you’re unsure, go ask Yin Shan-shan yourself. I’d be willing to apologize to her—if she dares admit what she’s done.”

Wang Zan fell silent, a cold sweat inexplicably gathering on his forehead and beginning to trickle down.

Indeed, everything had happened on live broadcast. Su Wan-ning hadn’t said a single wrong word from start to finish. Although some online bystanders had been misled, it would only be a matter of time before everyone realized the truth.

The facts were clear: Yin Shan-shan was the one at fault. If she were to accept an apology from Su Wan-ning publicly, the public’s anger would inevitably turn on her.

In the end, Wang Zan left Su Wan-ning’s room and, after speaking with Yin Shan-shan, somehow convinced the “goddess” to bow her head and compromise.

The crew resumed the live broadcast. This time, a surge of fans flooded in as soon as the stream began.

Facing the camera, Yin Shan-shan spoke up to explain.

“Lately, Yangyang’s homework has indeed been full of mistakes. I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I’ve stayed up with him every night helping him with his assignments, but I overlooked whether the intensity of filming was too much for him to handle…”

Unable to restrain herself, Su Wan-ning rolled her eyes on camera.

[Sister Su is awesome—she rolled her eyes so hard, they nearly reached the sky.]

[Is Yin Shan-shan serious? She’s the one who forced her kid to stay up late doing homework, but now she’s blaming the production team?]

[Can you all stop criticizing? Use your brains—Yin Shan-shan is his real mother!]

“A moment ago, I acted rashly and misunderstood Xiao Ning. I owe her an apology for this,” Yin Shan-shan continued, a tear slipping from the corner of her reddened eye, instantly drawing sympathy from the fans in the chat.

[Don’t cry, you were just worried about your child. What did Yin Shan-shan do wrong?]

Su Wan-ning said nothing throughout. After Yin Shan-shan’s apology, she stood and led the camera over to the bedside.

Facing the child, her expression softened, and her voice was gentle. “Are you still feeling unwell? If you’re uncomfortable lying down, you can get up and sit for a while.”

“I’m fine now, thank you, Auntie,” Yangyang replied politely, gratitude shining in his eyes as he looked at Su Wan-ning.

[Alright, that’s enough. Everyone just wants what’s best for the child.]

[Su Wan-ning is just straightforward—she even dug up the herbs with her bare hands. She’s kind-hearted too.]

Thus, the storm passed. That evening, the production team arranged a bonfire party.

On the island’s sandy shore, everyone gathered around the bonfire. The evening breeze from the river was far more pleasant than the midday heat.

“Next, we’ll play charades. Two families will compete at a time. Based on the prompts from the other two groups, act out the word. A matching answer scores a point; a mismatch deducts a point.”

Su Wan-ning and Yu Xin were paired together and took the stage first, accompanied by three children.

Feng Rui gave the first prompt: “Eating!”

This was almost a free point; everyone immediately mimed holding a bowl in one hand and eating with the other.

“Pass!”

Next, it was Yin Shan-shan’s turn to give a prompt: “Dancing.”

This prompt was much broader, and everyone’s performance was quite different.

Su Wan-ning’s first instinct was to rise on her toes into a perfect ballet pose, while Yu Xin struck a Latin dance posture.

Mingming looked stunned for a moment, then hurried to imitate Yu Xin’s pose, but failed to grasp the technique; she stumbled, lost her balance, and landed hard on the sand, prompting laughter from all around.

Mingming didn’t mind in the slightest. Seeing everyone laugh, she sat on the ground and grinned foolishly.

Meanwhile, Sui Sui and Nian Nian went their own ways. Nian Nian mimicked a princess from a cartoon, raising her hands gracefully; but her short stature made it look nothing like dancing.

Sui Sui appeared much stiffer, raising both arms like a giant bird spreading its wings.

“Hahaha… No, that’s minus one point this round!”

After several rounds, their team ended with four points. Then the sides switched, and it was Yin Shan-shan and Feng Rui’s turn.

The first prompt came from Yu Xin.

“Rowing!”

Everyone had just played in the water earlier, so they all mimed rowing in near-perfect unison.

The camera then panned to Su Wan-ning. She looked at Yin Shan-shan and Yangyang standing before her, an idea forming in her mind.

Today, Yin Shan-shan had displayed her “green tea” persona to the fullest on camera. Su Wan-ning hadn’t exposed her yet, but knew it was only a matter of time before her true colors showed.

Perhaps now was the moment.

Su Wan-ning smiled slightly and announced, “Arithmetic.”

Yin Shan-shan frowned at the prompt, clearly at a loss. After thinking for a while, she put her hands on her head and pulled a face of frustration.

[Mingming is definitely a comedian. I look just like that doing math. Go, big sis!]

[Laughing so hard—this is math, not a headache. What’s going on, Mingming?]

Feng Rui, equally unsure how to act out the prompt, resorted to miming counting on an abacus.

But the biggest surprise was Yangyang. The instant he heard the prompt, he reflexively sat down with his legs bent, sat up straight, one hand writing, and the other neatly placed against his chest.