Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 105 I Will Not Forget You

Tang Yuanmao still remembers that day when he wore a properly fitted suit, standing in the airport lounge waiting for Sang Ning.

It was his first time going abroad to receive an award, and his heart was filled with anxiety.

He had already prepared the first words he wanted to say to Sang Ning when he saw her.

"Mentor, my outfit today shouldn’t embarrass you, right?"

He was fairly handsome, but since Sang Ning’s appearance was too striking, their colleagues often joked that he was a beast working alongside a beauty.

When he heard this remark, he didn’t get angry; instead, he was immensely proud: "Yes, my mentor is not only exceptionally smart but also exceptionally beautiful!"

But since it was the first time he would stand on the same stage as Sang Ning to receive an award, he took his image very seriously. Fearing he might drag her down, he even sought out a stylist to get a sharp and polished look.

Yet, as the plane was about to take off, Sang Ning still hadn’t appeared, and Tang Yuanmao started to panic—could Sang Ning have missed the flight?

He called Sang Ning, intending to ask her where she was.

But when the call connected, Sang Ning’s first words were: "Little Tang, I’m leaving."

Tang Yuanmao was confused, frowning as he asked, "Mentor, where are you going?"

Sang Ning’s airy voice drifted over the phone: "I’m leaving this world."

Tang Yuanmao froze; his hands and feet instantly turned cold, his face pale as snow. His voice sharpened to a screech as he clutched the phone and shouted: "Mentor, don’t be impulsive! No matter what difficulties there are, you can’t joke about your own life!"

Tang Yuanmao thought Sang Ning’s "leaving this world" meant she was planning to end her own life. Unexpectedly, Sang Ning chuckled a few times, her voice pleasant and clear.

Moments later, Sang Ning’s calm and composed voice sounded again: "Don’t worry, I’m not thinking of seeking death. I might just be drawn into another time and space."

Tang Yuanmao’s heart skipped a beat. He suddenly recalled unintentionally seeing the words "time-space vortex" in Sang Ning’s notebook.

He didn’t think much of it at the time, but now those words resurfaced in his mind, sending waves of unease through him.

His throat tightened. After swallowing hard, he regained his voice and nervously asked, "Mentor, will you return?"

"Perhaps. Haha. If I truly get the chance to come back, you might not even recognize me."

Tang Yuanmao didn’t know what expression Sang Ning had on the other end of the call, but he could sense a trace of liveliness and playfulness in her tone—an unusual demeanor for her.

Tang Yuanmao’s eyes began to sting, and he fought back the urge to choke on tears, responding as lightly and playfully as he could: "Mentor, don’t worry. Even if you turned to ash, I’d still recognize you!"

"Little Tang, you brat, itching for a beating, are you?" Sang Ning’s tone finally reverted to her usual sharp and aloof demeanor, tinged with a hint of teeth-gritting annoyance.

Tang Yuanmao responded with a silly laugh, but moments later, the busy signal abruptly sounded from the other end of the line.

The grin on Tang Yuanmao’s face gradually faded, his lips losing their curve. He pressed his other hand tightly against his mouth, bent over, and started crying silently.

As he cried, the hand holding his phone slowly lowered, and the device dropped to the ground. At that moment, he slumped to the floor, burying his head in his knees as he began to wail loudly.

Airport passersby glanced at him like he was insane before quickly walking away, afraid of getting involved.

Tang Yuanmao resembled an abandoned stray dog, clutching his knees and sobbing uncontrollably.

He cried for an indeterminate amount of time, when finally, a respectful voice sounded above his head: "Director, what’s wrong with you?"

Director? Tang Yuanmao raised his head slowly in confusion, only to see one of the institute’s researchers looking at him with worry.

Tang Yuanmao’s bloodshot eyes flared with anger like a provoked beast. He leapt to his feet, grabbing the researcher by the collar and shouting: "Who are you calling director? Dare to say it again!"

The researcher trembled like a leaf, his expression filled with confusion, as he stammered: "Director, I was referring to you! Didn’t you know? You led the institute in clinching several international awards and were promoted to deputy director. You’re now the youngest deputy director in our institute’s history!"

Tang Yuanmao’s face turned even paler, and his grip on the researcher’s collar slackened.

With a desolate expression, he looked at the researcher and bitterly asked, "I’m the director, but what about Sang Ning?"

The researcher scratched his head hard, seemingly trying to remember.

After thinking for a while, the researcher looked at Tang Yuanmao with genuine puzzlement and asked, "Director, who’s Sang Ning? Can you give me a clue?"

The researcher’s words were like ice water poured over Tang Yuanmao, and he felt his heart being stripped away, leaving a gaping void.

He ran to ask his colleagues if they remembered Sang Ning, but without exception, everyone shook their heads in bewilderment.

A tide of overwhelming fear surged up like ocean waves, instantly engulfing him, leaving him gasping for air.

In just a few minutes, no one else remembered Sang Ning.

Sang Ning’s past achievements had all become his; he had replaced her.

With his luggage already checked in and no paper or pen on hand, he frantically stopped people to beg for supplies.

After much difficulty, he managed to borrow paper and pen. Holding the thin paper in his left hand, his trembling right hand scrawled a line in large characters:

Tang Yuanmao, never forget your mentor Sang Ning!

After writing, he folded the paper meticulously and placed it into the small pocket by his chest.

Later, on the stage, he accepted the honor that should have belonged to Sang Ning.

As time passed, he was promoted again, becoming the youngest director in Zijin Research Institute’s history, a position he has held until now.

Fortunately, heaven did not rob him of his memories of Sang Ning.

For decades, he waited—until, at last, she reappeared!

But something had changed. It seemed she had forgotten all about what had happened at Zijin Research Institute.

Tang Yuanmao, immersed in sorrowful memories, unwittingly followed Sang Ning as they walked along a mountain trail.

A figure suddenly rushed toward him and, caught off guard, he was enveloped in a bear hug.

"Old man, you’re so interesting! I feel like I’ve known you forever. Would you be willing to become my friend despite our age gap?" Sang Chuan hugged Tang Yuanmao tightly, rubbing his cheek against him with mischievous familiarity.

Tang Yuanmao: "..."

Young man, have some respect!

"Sang Chuan, you brat, itching for a beating, aren’t you?" Sang Ning approached with arms crossed, her tone icy. "How many times do I have to pull your ear before you learn some manners? Call him Grandpa Tang!"

"Mentor, you’re still as sharp as ever," Tang Yuanmao said with a smile. Sang Ning looked livelier now compared to how he remembered her.

Sang Ning: "..."

Two lunatics—might as well seal them together!