My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 53

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Xu Xiang looked at his father's red face, and for a moment, he was inclined to believe them. After all, they had always treated him well. They had raised him, fed him, clothed him—how could they not be his real parents?

But before he could nod, Jiang Yiqing's voice came again, slow and deliberate.

"You stole a child because you couldn't have one of your own. Tsk, you were traffickers, and then you ended up infertile yourselves. If that's not karma, I don't know what is."

Xu Faxi's face twisted with rage. His pride as a man had been wounded. In his fury, he tried to lunge forward to snatch Wang Dahong's phone.

But with so many villagers present, how could they let him? In moments, he was restrained.

Right then, the police arrived in a hurry. They immediately took Xu Fang and Xu Faxi into custody. Wang Dahong and the others had to go to the station to give their statements, and the livestream cut off.

Meanwhile, in the livestream chat:

"Holy crap, I did not see that coming. Imagine raising someone for over twenty years, only for them to find out they were stolen. That kind of betrayal would break anyone."

"Man, Xu Xiang's face just now... He was totally in shock. No matter how old you are, learning something like that would be devastating."

"Better to know the truth now than live a whole lifetime calling criminals your parents."

Jiang Yiqing saw that comment and shook his head. Who could disagree?

When he saw Xu Xiang's expression just now, there had indeed been a fleeting moment of hesitation. But... the truth had to come out eventually. Knowing it now might even give him a chance to reunite with his birth parents.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yiqing's expression darkened. Those human traffickers deserved to rot in hell!

"Qingqing's expression just turned so cool! Let's take a moment to admire this god-tier beauty and lighten the mood, hehe~"

Jiang Yiqing accidentally caught a glimpse of that bullet comment: "......"

He straight-up pretended he didn't see it and calmly announced that he was going to sing. The moment he said that, the comment was instantly drowned out by a flood of messages, all begging him to wait because they weren't in bed yet.

No one wanted to risk smacking their heads on the bedframe again.

Jiang Yiqing's lips curled slightly in amusement. He cleared his throat and said casually, "No rush, take your time."

After ending the livestream, Jiang Yiqing seriously studied the detailed blueprint of the ancestral temple.

Back when he first planned to renovate the temple, he had already started making preparations. First off, he definitely had to expand it—there was no way that tiny old temple would do.

To expand, he needed to apply for approval for a piece of land.

The temple was located on a mountain in a rural village, and the land belonged to that village. Jiang Yiqing just had to talk to the village committee.

Luckily, getting land approved in the countryside was pretty simple. The paperwork had already gone through two days ago.

Once the area was confirmed, the ghostly architect adjusted the temple's structure based on the actual size. Of course, under Jiang Yiqing's firm insistence, the architect chose the most cost-effective plan.

There was no other way. At this point, Jiang Yiqing couldn't just focus on making money—he also had to cut costs.

At first, the ghostly architect said it was impossible and insisted that certain materials had to be used. But when Jiang Yiqing kept pushing him to cut costs, the architect got frustrated and threatened to quit.

What he didn't expect was that the moment he said he was quitting, a whole bunch of other ghosts immediately volunteered to take over. The architect ghost was so mad his beard practically curled, but there was nothing he could do—there was no shortage of talent in the underworld.

And these ghostly experts really valued this job.

So, in the end, the architect ghost had no choice but to compromise and pulled out all the stops to cut down the costs even more.

For the price they settled on, building a temple of this scale was already an absolute steal. But still, to Jiang Yiqing, the cost was painful. He even had to pay in installments.

So when he handed over the money, it was truly a mix of pain and joy.

He transferred almost everything in his account, leaving just enough for this month's rent and living expenses. Looking at his bank balance, which had basically reset to zero, Jiang Yiqing couldn't even bring himself to smile. The only reason he wasn't shedding tears was because he was holding it together like a champ.

The foreman ghost in charge of the project received the payment and immediately promised to start construction that very night.

Since the construction workers were all ghosts, they obviously couldn't work during the day—they had to wait until nightfall.

Jiang Yiqing felt like he got a raw deal because it was summer, and the nights were way too short.

He sighed, confirmed that everything was in order, stretched lazily, and was just about to get up when the doorbell rang.

"It's so late—who could it be?" Jiang Yiqing muttered, a little confused. He was too lazy to move, so he kicked the pig spirit napping at his feet. "Go open the door."

The pig spirit, rudely woken up: "......"

Ugh, human brats are so annoying!

Grumbling aside, it still obediently got up and went to open the door.

"Are you Master Jiang's assistant?" A voice came from the doorway.

Jiang Yiqing frowned and got up, wondering who it was. When he walked over and saw the person, he realized the guy looked somewhat familiar—it was a man in a black suit.

This guy seemed to be one of Wen Xiuyan's people. Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow and walked over. "Did something happen to Xiuyan?"

That shouldn't be the case. He had just seen Wen Xiuyan this morning, and the guy didn't seem like someone who would suddenly run into trouble.

"President Wen is fine. He just asked me to deliver something to you." The man in black smiled and handed him a bag.

Jiang Yiqing was caught off guard by the unexpected gift. Before he could even say anything, the man pulled a box out of the bag, opened it, and revealed the item inside. "President Wen said you would like this."

Jiang Yiqing... whatever words of refusal he had prepared instantly died in his throat.

Inside the box was a bracelet made of wooden beads, strung together neatly.

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