My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 95

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As soon as the call connected, his boss didn't waste any time and immediately began berating him. "...You offended someone, and I got an earful from the boss! You don't need to come to the company anymore. The boss said, if you're so busy that you can't even manage to discipline your own son, then you should stay home and teach him instead!"

"Please don't..." Father Zhao urgently tried to plead, but before he could finish, his boss hung up the phone without giving him a chance to say more.

Father Zhao, hearing the busy tone on the other end, felt his legs go weak and his mind go blank. He couldn't understand how things had spiraled out of control so quickly.

His eyes blankly stared at Grandma Zhao, who was still sitting on the floor crying. His gaze quickly turned to anger, and he shouted at her, "Shut up! Crying, crying, crying! All you ever do is cry! Look at what you've done to me, and you still have the nerve to cry!"

Grandma Zhao, who had been crying without any awareness of her surroundings, was stunned by her son's sudden outburst. She looked up at him, her face full of confusion, as she saw his forehead bulging with veins.

Seeing this, Grandma Zhao cried even harder. She genuinely felt heartbroken. She had always had her son's best interests at heart, and yet, he said something like that to her.

For the first time, Grandma Zhao's crying wasn't just an empty wail without tears—she truly began to sob.

However, Father Zhao felt no guilt or sympathy. His frustration and malice were too overwhelming to suppress. He shouted, "Go ahead and cry, cry all you want! Don't bother coming back home!"

At this point, Grandma Zhao was utterly shocked. She never expected her son to be so heartless.

Father Zhao, ignoring his mother's shock, turned and left the room. At home, Zhao Zixuan was playing with toy cars, acting as though nothing had happened.

After a while, though, Zhao Zixuan became upset and threw one of the toy cars on the floor, smashing it into pieces. The eight-year-old screamed, "This isn't fun anymore! I want to play with the dog!"

Mother Zhao, helpless, said, "Stop making a fuss, I'll get you a dog later."

"I want it now! I want it now!" Zhao Zixuan threw a tantrum, sitting on the floor and refusing to move.

Before Mother Zhao could respond, Father Zhao returned, dark clouds clearly hanging over him. Seeing Zhao Zixuan still throwing a tantrum, his anger exploded completely. He couldn't take out his frustration on those other people, and he certainly couldn't hit his wife, but he could at least deal with his son.

He remembered what his boss had said—go home and discipline his son! The more he thought about it, the more he believed Zhao Zixuan was the root cause of all his problems.

He walked over and grabbed Zhao Zixuan, and before the child could even react, he took off his slipper and began beating him. While he struck him, he yelled, "You little bastard, I'll teach you not to make trouble! Let's see if I don't beat you into submission!"

Father Zhao was ruthless, not holding back at all. Zhao Zixuan had never experienced this kind of treatment before. The pain made him scream in pain.

Mother Zhao saw this and shouted loudly, "Are you crazy? This is your son! You're calling him a little bastard and hitting him? Stop, stop! Can't you hear me?"

"Don't stop me! I'm going to beat this little bastard to death today!" Father Zhao hit even harder. "If it weren't for this little bastard, would I have lost my job? You caused this trouble, now you're going to pay for it!"

When Mother Zhao heard that he had lost his job, she froze, unable to stop Father Zhao from hitting the child anymore.

Father Zhao only stopped after he had broken his slipper.

"He's your son! Do you really want to kill him?" Seeing Father Zhao about to pick something else to beat him with, Mother Zhao started to stop him again. "I've been saying you can't teach your son properly, how many times have I told you? Look at what your mother has done to the child!"

Father Zhao wiped his face and directly said, "Pack up her things when you get the chance. Send her back to her hometown."

Mother Zhao's eyes immediately brightened with surprise. She never really liked her mother-in-law. In her eyes, besides her own son and grandson, everyone else was an outsider—even her own daughter-in-law.

She had taken plenty of offense from her mother-in-law over the years. She had suggested multiple times to her husband that they send her back to the countryside, but he had always refused. Now that he finally agreed, how could she not be happy? She immediately said, "I'll pack her things right now!"

Meanwhile, downstairs, after sitting for a long while, Grandma Zhao finally realized that her son wasn't coming to find her. Realizing she had to go home, she struggled to get up and limped back.

However, what awaited her was her packed luggage. Her detested daughter-in-law said, "Mom, I'm taking you back to your hometown now. The tickets are already bought, hurry up and go."

Grandma Zhao was first in disbelief, and then she immediately began yelling at her daughter-in-law, "You little ***! How could my son kick me out? He's my own flesh and blood! Get out of the way, I'm going back!"

Mother Zhao couldn't be bothered to argue. "Then let your son speak to you."

Grandma Zhao looked cautiously at Father Zhao, trembling. Before she could say anything, Father Zhao coldly said, "Go back to your hometown. Because of you, I lost my job. And look at Zixuan, a perfectly good child, and look at how you've raised him!"

Upon hearing that her son lost his job, Grandma Zhao immediately became furious. She rolled up her sleeves, "How dare they fire you? I'm going to go find them and demand an explanation!"

"Mom! Enough is enough! You still think this is your little village, where you can just throw a tantrum and get your way?" Father Zhao said, his patience running out.

Grandma Zhao, confused, was led by her son to the station. She couldn't understand what she had done wrong. In the past, when she raised Zixuan like this, her son never complained. But now, after something went wrong, it was all her fault.

At the station, Grandma Zhao tearfully looked at Father Zhao, "Mom really can't stay here?"

Father Zhao's expression remained cold, and he didn't say anything.

Grandma Zhao wiped her tears away, thinking to herself, she had relied on the idea of living in the city during her retirement, offending everyone back in the village. What would she do when she went back there? Wouldn't those people eat her alive?

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