My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 92

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But when Zhao Zixuan had no one to play with, he would cry to his grandmother. And instead of calming down, Zhao's grandmother would go to the other parents' homes, scolding them for isolating her grandson.

At this point, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but spit and mutter, "She doesn't even look at herself. Who would want to play with that kid of hers?"

When Zhao's grandmother went to someone's house to yell, the others would just close the door and ignore her, letting her scream until she lost her voice.

In the end, Zhao's grandmother got nothing out of it.

But when her grandson had no one to play with, what could she do? She bought him a little Bichon Frise.

By now, Zhao Zixuan had been thoroughly spoiled by his grandmother. When the other kids didn't want to play with him, he didn't think it was his fault. Instead, he took his frustration out on the Bichon Frise.

Aunt Zhang explained that she often heard the poor Bichon's cries. One time, she even saw Zhao Zixuan using a needle he found somewhere to poke the poor dog.

Aunt Zhang had rushed over to stop him, but Zhao Zixuan, already a little troublemaker, spat at her and called her an "old witch," making Aunt Zhang furious.

Jiang Yiqing listened with a frosty expression. Aunt Zhang sighed, seeing his mood shift, and tried to calm him down. "I know you're angry, but don't do anything rash. Let me finish."

Jiang Yiqing nodded, understanding that the Bichon was still in Zhao Zixuan's hands.

As they exited the elevator, the sound of the dog's agonizing cries reached them. The cries were so heartbreaking it was hard to bear.

Aunt Zhang sighed again and knocked on the door. After a short wait, Zhao's grandmother came to open the door, holding a spatula. When she saw Aunt Zhang, her expression twisted into a sneer. Looking at Jiang Yiqing and Wen Xiuyan, she scoffed, "What's this? The old hag brought backup?"

Aunt Zhang was furious but had no choice but to hold it in. She forced a smile and said, "No, I came here today to discuss something with you."

"Doesn't your family have a dog? This young man is looking to buy one. How about selling him yours?" Aunt Zhang, hearing the dog's pitiful cries, was getting anxious and decided to skip the usual politeness and just get to the point.

Zhao's grandmother, who had been fuming, narrowed her eyes as soon as she heard this. It was just a dog, but her grandson "liked" it. She had spent several thousand on that dog, and now it was in such a bad condition that it looked like it would die soon. If she sold it to these people, she could get a good price and maybe even make some money.

As for whether her grandson would throw a fit? No big deal, she could always buy him a livelier one. She figured these two young men would feel sorry for the dog and would surely pay more.

Zhao's grandmother's eyes sparkled with calculation, and she immediately said, "Okay, one thousand for the dog, and it's yours!"

Jiang Yiqing almost laughed in disbelief. One thousand? Did she think they were idiots?

As his shoulder was patted in a calming gesture, Wen Xiuyan's voice came, calm and steady, "Okay."

Jiang Yiqing turned to look at him. Wen Xiuyan gave him a knowing glance.

Alright, let's get the dog first, then they'll deal with the rest later.

Zhao's grandmother didn't expect Wen Xiuyan to agree so quickly. She could tell he wasn't short on money, and instantly regretted not asking for more. She immediately changed her tune, "I made a mistake. My grandson has had this dog for a long time, and there's emotional attachment. One thousand is just for the dog itself, but I think at least... one thousand five hundred for the emotional cost!"

Wen Xiuyan's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze sharp. "It's just a dog. Are you so sure I'll agree to your price increase?"

Zhao's grandmother flinched under his piercing gaze, cursing inwardly. But the look on his face made her hesitate. If he walked away now, the dog was on its last legs anyway, and her one thousand was going to go down the drain. She was desperate.

She quickly tried to cover up her mistake, forcing a smile. "I was just joking, one thousand is fine. Let's go, I'll take you to get the dog."

The three followed Zhao's grandmother into the house. The living room was empty, and they followed the sounds to Zhao Zixuan's room.

When they opened the door, they found Zhao Zixuan standing by the window, holding the barely conscious dog in his arms. The window was open, and the dog let out weak, pitiful whimpers, as though it knew its fate was sealed. Tears shimmered in its eyes.

Jiang Yiqing's pupils contracted, and he instinctively shouted, "Don't!"

"Not giving it to you!" Zhao Zixuan shouted back, loosening his grip. The dog, stained with blood, fell from the high window.

Zhao Zixuan turned around and flashed them a grin, as if enjoying their helplessness.

Jiang Yiqing's breath caught, his face flushing with rage. He lunged forward, grabbing the struggling Zhao Zixuan, and in that moment, he had the overwhelming urge to choke the life out of him.

Jiang Yiqing, feeling emotionally stirred, his fingers trembling, was suddenly grabbed by a large hand. He turned his head, eyes red, and met Wen Xiuyan's gaze.

The latter slowly shook his head. "Don't."

It seemed like he saw right through Jiang Yiqing's thoughts.

Jiang Yiqing looked at Zhao Zixuan, whose proud look from earlier was completely gone, his face smeared with snot and tears. Disgusted, he shoved the person away.

Grandma Zhao had already been scared silly. At this moment, Zhao Zixuan was crying and calling out to her. She quickly, with a heart full of worry, hugged her grandson. "Don't cry, dear, Grandma will avenge you."

As she said this, she was about to point at Jiang Yiqing and scold him, but when her eyes met his cold ones, the words she had almost automatically ready to spit out vanished like smoke.

"Grandma, hit him, hit him, stinky xx!" Zhao Zixuan, only eight, had already learned to curse without hesitation.

"You actually dared to lay a hand on my grandson! You adult, shameless thing, how old is he? xxx! I, this old woman, will make you pay today!" Grandma Zhao regained her composure and finally found her rhythm in scolding.

With that, she lunged forward, intending to scratch Jiang Yiqing's face. Wen Xiuyan reached out and, frowning, pulled Jiang Yiqing away, avoiding Grandma Zhao's outstretched hand.

Caught off guard, Grandma Zhao tripped and fell, immediately sitting on the ground and wailing, pounding her thighs, shouting, "This is outrageous! Come look, this young man is bullying an old lady like me!"

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