Title: The Whole Family Can’t Stop Laughing—We’ve Always Seen Director You Messing with Guests, But This is the First Time a Guest’s Shenanigans Shut Down a Live Stream
Main Post: Everyone’s saying Little Ancestor summoned spirits live on set, hahaha!
1L: Thanks for the invite. I was there and witnessed the peak moment firsthand. One second, Little Ancestor was telling a horror story; the next second, the power cut out. Then, suddenly, the top trending search became “Top Star and Film Emperor’s Husband Both Hospitalized”. At first, I thought Su Ran had cheated on Song Qing. Turns out, they just got so scared they fainted, thinking they’d seen a ghost.
2L: Honestly, the story’s twist was really creepy when you thought about it carefully.
10L: The funniest part is that the one hospitalized due to a work injury was the top star, but aside from a few fans feeling sorry for their idol, everyone else is focused on Little Ancestor.
11L: Why though?
15L: A bunch of big accounts from 【EscapeStar】 are fighting, accusing Little Ancestor of imitating some metaphysical master and pretending to be mystical. Su Ping seems busy for now, but word is he’ll pull out the family genealogy to prove their relationship soon. Meanwhile, the video of Little Ancestor telling the horror story went viral, and a group of metaphysics bloggers even came together to criticize him, claiming his story was mocking the Star Lord.
The funniest thing? The whole “summoning spirits” thing started as a joke, but that shady marketing account 【8th Brother】 deliberately stirred things up, making people believe he actually raises spirits. Some clueless bystanders even bought it, and now 【8th Brother】 and 【Escape Star】 are fighting because of differing beliefs.
Anyway, my feed is now flooded with posts about Little Ancestor. The saddest part? Everyone’s calling him that, but no one actually knows his real name.
16L: Who is “Master Xuan”?
17L: It’s short for the metaphysics expert 【Lucky Money, You’d Better Behave】. The funny thing is that the internet troll 【EscapeStar】 bites everyone’s head off, but when it comes to Master Xuan, he practically worships him…
29L: Hahaha, at this rate, Su Ran is gonna have to ride off Little Ancestor’s popularity in the future.
99L: Little Ancestor—truly a breathtaking beauty who has left countless people xfxy (sarcastic tone).
Meanwhile, while the internet is in an uproar, the actual people involved are just chilling in the hospital.
Right after the power outage, since the two of them fainted so quickly, the production team immediately called for an ambulance and had them carried out. After a series of tests confirmed they were fine, they were still kept overnight for observation just in case.
Fortunately, the private hospital had solid security, so no paparazzi could sneak in to disturb them. For convenience, Su Ran and Song Qing were put in the same double room on IV drips.
Meanwhile, Su Weisheng hadn’t checked his phone for just one night. His Weibo was practically exploding.
The Gossip Squad group chat had already racked up 999+ messages, all discussing yesterday’s live stream incident. There were so many mentions calling him out to join in on the gossip about Little Ancestor that he couldn’t even keep up.
Eating his own melon, watching his own drama—this feeling was both confusing and kind of thrilling.
Early in the morning, 【EscapeStar】 was already ranting in the group chat: What was that idiot marketing account called yesterday? 8th Brother or something? He kept insisting the top star and his ‘grandson’ were raising spirits—bro, I nearly died laughing. It was obviously just for show, and yet he actually hyped them up? I flamed him all night and even got people to have his account banned. Let’s see if he dares talk nonsense again.
Su Weisheng couldn’t help but laugh at that comment.
【Lucky Money, You’d Better Behave】: Aren’t you and 8th Brother both anti-fans of the “grandfather-grandson” duo? Why are you guys turning on each other now?
【EscapeStar】 responded righteously: Him? Worthy of being compared to me? My criticisms of them are well-founded, while he’s just spouting nonsense without accountability. Do you think I’d let someone like him ruin the reputation of us proper anti-fans? What if people start thinking I’m on the same level as that trash?
And so, before the accused even had a chance to do anything, their biggest anti-fan had already taken out a smaller, more annoying one.
Truly, a touching moment.
Su Weisheng decided to tease him: But what if you’re wrong too? Have you ever considered the possibility that the “grandfather-grandson” duo actually does know metaphysics? Or maybe they do raise spirits?
【EscapeStar】 was unwavering: Absolutely impossible! Su Ran is just a talentless, attention-seeking piece of garbage, and that so-called “Little Ancestor” is the same. If either of them actually knew metaphysics, I swear on my life—I’d go get gender reassignment surgery and give birth to eighteen kids with the surname Su as an apology!
Such a vicious oath—truly eye-catching.
Su Weisheng had originally wanted to advise this overly passionate young man, but it was clear that logic wouldn’t get through to him. Besides… well, he was kind of curious how 【EscapeStar】, a guy, planned to pull off giving birth to eighteen kids.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Su Weisheng walked back into the hospital room—only to find that at some point, the two patients had woken up.
Now, they were sitting silently on their respective beds, staring at each other from across the room. Their gazes were deep and unreadable as if lost in some profound thoughts.
It was unusually quiet.
After a moment, Song Qing’s eyes flickered as he finally snapped out of his thoughts. It was as if he had just made an earth-shattering decision. He took the initiative to speak: “When we get back, I’ll take down the warding charms and the Bagua mirror. This isn’t me admitting defeat—I just don’t want to stoop to arguing with a junior like you.”
Su Ran showed no hint of victory on his face. After all, taking down an enemy at the cost of wounding himself even more wasn’t something to be proud of. Expressionless, he retorted bluntly: “Fine, I’ll tear down the charms at my place too. Consider it my act of moral superiority—giving way to the elderly and the weak.”
With those harsh words exchanged, a temporary truce was reached. The two of them exhaled in unison.
Damn, it was finally over. No more living in constant fear! Especially after hearing Little Ancestor’s horror story—now, just seeing the character 福 (fortune) made their stomachs ache, heads throb, and eyes sting. Everything hurt!
With the biggest headache resolved, Su Ran felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. His gaze swept over the thick stack of six Haunted Souls books on the table. He immediately felt nauseous. Without hesitation, he grabbed them all and tossed them straight into the trash. “Ha! Finally, I won’t have to look at these anymore!”
“Great-grandpa, can we go home now?”
Su Weisheng shook his head, dashing his hopes. “Nope. The production team said today’s live stream is on hold. We have to wait until they come to pick us up tonight.”
Su Ran frowned. “Why?”
“Probably because they’re busy handling PR.” Su Weisheng thought for a moment, then replied with a perfectly serious expression: “Apparently, the rumors online about me casting spells and raising spirits on the show got so out of hand that even the broadcasting authorities sent people to investigate.”
“Huh???” The two of them looked completely dumbfounded.
But since there was already a plan in place, all they could do was wait a little longer.
By noon, Su Weisheng was dozing off on the hospital room’s sofa, Su Ran had escaped to the rooftop for some fresh air while gaming, and Song Qing had snuck out to have a long phone call with Xie Wei, who was temporarily away on a business trip.
Just as he was getting drowsy, a lazy yet accusing voice suddenly sounded behind him.
“I’m busy cleaning up the mess you left behind, while you’re here lounging around, taking a nap. Do you seriously feel no guilt at all?”
Su Weisheng shifted comfortably on the small sofa and turned around, only to see You Sui standing at the doorway, looking at him in utter disbelief. His beautiful fox-like eyes were even slightly widened in skepticism—clear proof that this matter had truly shaken him.
Su Weisheng yawned, lazily sitting up. “Guilty about what?”
You Sui scoffed. “I’ve been producing this show for five whole seasons. Every season, the guests have had their fair share of scandals—domestic violence, tax evasion, even surrogacy, and drug abuse. I’ve exposed them all, and no matter how intense it got, I still managed to keep the show running without a single interruption.”
He took a step forward, slightly leaning down as he towered over Su Weisheng. One hand casually flipped through a thick stack of damage reports, as if hoping to catch even the slightest flicker of guilt or unease on Su Weisheng’s face.
But despite the dangerously close distance, that ridiculously beautiful face remained completely calm—serene, untouched, utterly unmoved. His intimidation tactics were met with absolute indifference.
You Sui sighed in regret. “And then you show up. By the second day of your live stream, you completely shattered my flawless record. Doesn’t your conscience hurt at all?”
What a joke. He didn’t even have a heart.
Su Weisheng chuckled softly. “Isn’t this just a battle of skill between us?”
“A battle of skill?” You Sui narrowed his eyes, the amber pupils shimmering with a mesmerizing glow.
“Haven’t you also been trying to uncover my hidden secrets?” Su Weisheng showed no fear whatsoever. Leaning back against the sofa, his deep, husky voice casually exposed the truth. “Finding my weakness, prying into my secrets—just like you did with all your past guests. You want to push me off the cliff, shatter me into pieces… Isn’t that exactly what you’ve been working so hard to do?”
As he spoke, his slender fingers pressed lightly against the man’s chest, mimicking the gesture of pulling a trigger. “Bang—one shot, dead on.”
His tone was light, almost playful as if teasing a younger junior, completely unconcerned about provoking anger. “I’m looking forward to seeing how far you can go. Don’t let me down.”
You Sui stared at him intently.
For the first time, all his thoughts and calculations had been laid bare in front of someone else—so clear, as if his very soul had been stripped naked. Yet, rather than feeling anger or humiliation, his fingers trembled slightly with excitement.
He had found an opponent.
“I love solving puzzles. If I’m interested in someone, I have an overwhelming urge to unravel all of their secrets. I enjoy watching the panic when their lies are exposed, seeing them crumble when their hidden truths come to light—watching human nature at its ugliest, stripped bare under the sun, with nowhere to hide, left to be judged by a pack of monsters just as twisted as they are.”
You Sui let out a low, amused laugh and casually tossed the enormous stack of financial loss reports aside. The papers scattered like falling snow, landing on the floor only to be ignored and trampled underfoot.
Yet, in his eyes, there was only Su Weisheng.
His voice softened, gentle like a lover’s whisper, yet the slight tremor in his tone betrayed an irrepressible excitement. “You’re right. A battle of skill. If you can make me lose more, suffer more—even if you push me off the edge and shatter me completely—then I’d gladly become your captive, my little Ancestor.”
With a smile, he stood up and walked away effortlessly.
Su Weisheng remained unmoved, his expression calm and unaffected.
Only when the footsteps faded into the distance did he glance at the scattered invoices on the floor and sigh. “Such a dramatic little thing… Good thing he’s easy to fool. Otherwise, wouldn’t all his losses end up being blamed on me?”
Then, after a pause, he murmured thoughtfully, “But… That pretentious, over-the-top act of his reminds me of someone I used to know. Though, that guy was much more composed than him.”
Just as Su Ran walked in, he caught the last part of the sentence and asked curiously, “Who?”
Su Weisheng answered casually, “Someone I once tricked into falling for me.”
Su Ran: ??? What the hell???
At noon, Bai Songyin arrived with food and was surprised to find the hospital room unusually peaceful. No arguing, no escape attempts—the quietness was almost unsettling as if they hadn’t been at each other’s throats just a short while ago.
Cautiously, he placed several bags of food on the table and said, “I wasn’t sure what you guys wanted, so I got some porridge—both sweet and savory—along with shrimp dumplings and soup dumplings. Just eat whatever you can.”
Song Qing furrowed his brows. His brain hadn’t caught up yet, but his mouth had already spoken out of habit. “I want some soup. When I used to get sick, Ah Wei would always have the kitchen prepare all kinds of nourishing soups for me.”
Su Weisheng was stirring his savory porridge, not even bothering to lift his head as he said flatly, “You remember wrong. You like porridge, especially century egg and lean pork congee.”
“How could I possibly forget what I like—what…?”
Before he could finish his sentence, Su Weisheng glanced at the trash bin where Haunted Souls lay discarded. The blood-red eye on the book cover seemed to stare straight at everyone in the room.
The elder pointed at the book and instructed Bai Songyin, “This is Mr. Song’s favorite book. He was clutching it tightly even when he was brought into the hospital. Pick it up, wipe it clean, and return it to him.”
“No need—!” Song Qing rejected the idea immediately, swiftly flipping out of bed and grabbing the century egg congee without hesitation. “I remember now. I do like porridge.”
Bai Songyin was completely dumbfounded. Holy crap, since when could great-grandfather handle a drama queen this effortlessly?
After lunch, Bai Songyin hesitated before pointing at another bag. “I also brought some fruit—apples, bananas, cantaloupe. What do you guys want?”
Su Ran calmly crunched on an apple. The elder didn’t eat anything. Meanwhile, the drama queen was at it again. “I want strawberries…”
Su Weisheng gave him a look.
Song Qing, ever adaptable, immediately corrected himself. “I like bananas.”
The others: “…” Are you just asking for it? You know you’re going to get mercilessly shut down, yet you insist on acting out every time.
In just one short day, Song Qing’s chronic habit of acting dramatic was nearly cured. Everyone in the hospital room was satisfied—except for him.
By the time the production crew came to pick them up, Su Weisheng was sitting in the back seat while Song Qing sat in the front passenger seat, head down, fiddling with his phone in complete silence. He didn’t act up, didn’t say a word. The eerie quiet was making the entire crew uncomfortable.
The assistant director even considered getting out to ask the attending physician, Is Song Qing really okay?
Su Weisheng hadn’t planned to intervene, but when he glanced up, his perfect view allowed him to see exactly what was on Song Qing’s phone screen.
He was searching up all sorts of weird things again.
【What should I do if every time I try to be dramatic, I get violently suppressed?】
【I spent years perfecting my professional drama-queen skills. Yet, they got wiped out in a single day—how do I recover?】
The more he searched, the more frustrated he seemed. Eventually, he slammed his phone down and muttered,
“Forget it, it doesn’t matter. At least I’ve finally escaped the hospital room. As long as I stay away from him, I won’t keep getting violently shut down, ahhh—!”
Besides, Xie Wei wouldn’t be back for another week. Feeling guilty for not being there while Song Qing was sick, he even transferred him 100,000 yuan as spending money, telling him to buy whatever he wanted.
Thinking about this, the little drama queen’s mood improved instantly. Feeling smug, he even turned around to glance at Su Weisheng. “Little Grandfather, if you suddenly got an unexpected windfall, what would you spend it on?”
Su Weisheng naturally knew where this money came from, but he didn’t expose it. Instead, he even played along and asked, “How much?”
“100,000!”
Su Weisheng chuckled softly. “Then you don’t need to worry about spending it.”
“Why?”
“I did some calculations. You won’t be able to keep this money. It’ll be gone before tomorrow.”
“Impossible!” Song Qing shook his head. “I don’t have any expensive hobbies lately. Besides, you can tell fortunes? Seriously?” As he spoke, he eyed Su Weisheng with growing suspicion, as if he were being scammed.
Su Weisheng’s expression was meaningful. “Don’t rush. You’ll find out soon enough.”
Three minutes later, the assistant director, who was driving, received a phone call. His expression grew darker as he listened. When he finally hung up, he unconsciously glanced at Song Qing with a hesitant look, as if debating whether to speak.
“Assistant Director, what happened?” Song Qing’s heart skipped a beat under his gaze, a vague sense of unease creeping in.
“Mr. Song, you should prepare yourself mentally…”
The assistant director hesitated for a moment before deciding to spill it all. “Yesterday, your father came looking for you. He tried to contact you through the production team, but since you were still unconscious, we didn’t give him your contact information…”
Hearing this, Song Qing’s face immediately turned green. “And then?”
“He somehow got ahold of the villa’s address today. Just now, he tried to climb over the fence to find you but got caught by the security guards. He’s being detained over there, waiting for the police to deal with him.”
“Unbelievable!!!”
Song Qing immediately broke down. “So this is the reason I’m about to lose money?! That old bastard is back again!”
Their car arrived at the villa almost at the same time as the police.
When Su Weisheng walked in, he saw a thin, scruffy old man struggling and cursing nonstop inside the security booth. The moment Song Qing approached, he got slapped across the face. The two instantly broke into a shouting match.
“You little bastard, how dare you block me? Listen up, you can’t escape! Calling the cops is useless—worst case, they’ll detain me for a few days, and I’ll come right back. Sooner or later, I’ll make your life hell!”
“You old bastard, what the hell do you want?!”
“Money! I want alimony! If you don’t give me 100,000, I’ll go online and expose you for being an unfilial son who refuses to support his father! Aren’t you planning to live stream? If I don’t get my money, I’ll make sure your pathetic streaming show gets shut down too!”
The police officer, unable to stand it any longer, snapped, “Enough with the shouting! If you have a complaint, take it to the station!”
The old man, however, wasn’t the least bit intimidated. He straightened his neck and yelled, “I’m cursing out my own son! What’s it to you?!”
Before long, Song Qing walked out looking utterly defeated.
He had come to retrieve his phone. The money he had just gotten his hands on hadn’t even warmed up before, just as the little ancestor had predicted, it was about to be taken away. He truly couldn’t hold onto it at all.
Seeing that Song Qing was about to obediently hand over the money, Su Weisheng suddenly stopped him. “If you give him this money, how long will he stay quiet?”
Song Qing hesitated, seemingly calculating how often the old man came asking for money before concluding, “At most a month. But if I don’t give it to him, he’ll show up every day making a scene. I can’t cause trouble for Ah Wei and the production team.”
He suddenly paused mid-sentence, then looked at Su Weisheng with eyes shining with realization. “Ancestor, you must have a solution, right?!”
“A rare moment of intelligence.”
Su Weisheng commented with amusement, then pointed at the brat’s phone. “Instead of giving that money to him, why not give it to me? I’ll settle this problem for you once and for all.”
“Just 100,000 can solve it?” Song Qing was skeptical. After all, that wretched old man had taken far more than three or five hundred thousand from him already. He was a bottomless pit of greed, and yet, Song Qing had never been able to do anything about it.
But desperate times called for desperate measures. In the end, Song Qing handed over the money.
Then, he watched as the very first thing his little ancestor did after taking the cash was lean in and whisper something to Bai Songyin. After that, Su Weisheng turned to him and said, “Wait here. Your bodyguards will arrive soon.”
Song Qing’s expression tensed. “Bodyguards? Are they special forces? That 100,000 definitely isn’t enough…” Had his ancestor actually chipped in from his own pocket to hire elite soldiers to protect him?
Su Weisheng’s tone was full of mystery. “Stronger than special forces.”
A moment later, he pointed behind Song Qing. “They’re here.”
Song Qing turned around, both nervous and expectant—only to see Xiao Bai leading a group of burly, dark-skinned aunties dressed in vibrant, colorful clothes, marching towards them with an imposing air.
There were only four of them, yet they exuded more security than an entire squad of special forces.
Aunties hold me!!! (ˊo̴̶̷̤⌄o̴̶̷̤ˋ)
no way is director the reincarnation of a past flame? -waiting for gossip-